Head Shaving Stories Novels & Stories

He then repeated the words he had said earlier to the deaf salon staff, “I said, can you shave my hair bald?” “Why do you want to shave your hair, madam?” The salon staff gulped nervously- when she heard the customer say that she wanted to have- a bald head. “It’s unsuited to your face, madam. And it’s also a waste to shave such long, healthy and glossy hair. “But I want to shave my head,” Mark pouted when he heard the rejection of the staff. He didn’t expect that- his request would be; denied right away.

“No but I can feel you getting angrier.” “Yeah hearing this story is definitely doing that. I’ll stop sorry”. The two policewomen were patient and when I looked up they both smiled. “Then it kind of happened fast he grabbed my head.” I felt the back of my head, I wondered if I had any hair there. “He got his dick out and asked how he was going to fuck me” I sobbed out again, my back shaking. “Harper. We can take a break, you’re doing amazing.” I shook my head.

I agreed. True to his words, the dungeon was empty as I had seen the other slaves working out on the fields tediously, their cleanly shaved heads glistened under the sun, as beads of swear bad turned their light brown colored uniforms into a darker shade. Oh I forgot to mention. The loan shark made every slave shave the hair off their head. Since today was my first working day as a slave, the loan shark made that strange woman shave all of the hair off my head; my precious, lengthy, healthy hair.

I ask in horror. " Nope, I'd have burn scars till now." " Then...." " I kinda snuck into my parents bathroom and stole a shampoo, only that it wasn't a shampoo, guess I found out too late when my skull burnt." "Wait." My eyes widen . " Yep, I had applied no hair on my head and when I wiped it with a towel, my hair was already gone." I'm already lying on the floor laughing my butt off. I can just imagine the scene and him having a bald head.

After a few minutes of goofing around, he said,"hug me." "What? Why?" "I want us to have at least one loved up photo of us so that I can make the headlines better tommorow," he said. "But, you're gonna be on the headlines tommorow. You're making a new product and a new concept." "That's for the business headline." He adjusted his tie. "For the romantic sector," he pulled her close that their noses were almost touching,"I need a good one." "How about this one?" She pulled him in for an Eskimo kiss. He stood still as she rubbed their noses against each other.

Adan was standing behind him, holding a buzzing shaving machine in his hand with an exaggerated air of confidence. “Are you sure you know how to do this?” Ryan asked worriedly. “Of course! Who do you think worked on everyone’s hair?” Adan replied. “Just relax. You’ll look just like us. Handsome and smouldering.” Adan began to shave off Ryan’s hair and Ryan felt a wave of emotion course through him. Seeing his father, grandfather, brother and best friend shave their heads to support him made him feel very touched. Now that he was shaving his head, he didn’t feel bad about losing his hair.

With a knowing look, I tell them. Ed raises his arms in the air, "Okay, you're correct. You and walking dead weren't our worst nightmares." "Once, we were hired by someone, and her hair was so bad that I had to grab my mini chainsaw." Faviano says, which causes my mouth to drop open. "She eventually broke it, so I shaved her entire head and demanded to be paid extra." Ed notices my expression and speaks up, "Don't be concerned, honey. In any case, she was a TBB."

" Like the first time Rowan grabbed my hair. They were a few weeks old, awake for once without screaming, lying on my chest while I half‑reclined against the headboard. Lilah slept beside us, face turned toward me, mouth parted slightly. I was telling them a story, voice low so as not to wake her. Not about war. Not yet. About a deer I’d watched once as a kid, how it had slipped through the trees like smoke. Rowan’s hand twitched against my shirt. Then, with surprising coordination, they reached up, latched onto a lock of my hair, and pulled. Hard. “Ow,” I said, genuinely startled. Across the room, Naomi, who had absolutely been spying from the doorway, snorted.

Or, when at her emotional breaking point, fierce. And she always seemed to be telling him something. Like right now, as she held his jaw and offered slight teases with the tip of her tongue on the top of his, she was in nurture mode. I've-got-you meets it's-safe-for-you-to-fall. It was enough to make a grown man weep. With an arousing little hum in her throat, she pulled away. "Why do you shave your head?" He blinked at the abrupt topic change and scratched his jaw. "I got in a fight in juvie. A kid grabbed my hair and one-upped me. Shaved it ever since."

I looked at him and he said again. "I am Sorry Abhi, Let me comb them" I replied with a very sad and frustrated look. "Are you mad? I have to shave my head now, you already killed them" I washed a fake tear away just to make it more realistic. "No, Please!!!!!!!!, I beg you, You have very beautiful hairs, I love them, please don't shave your head. I promise I won't do this again. Please let me sought them." I looked at the afraid face and nodded.