Justin Jefferson Hair Novels & Stories

He was, well, a breath of cum air. The man who stood before me was an imposing figure, easily towering over most others in the room. His height was truly striking, likely measuring somewhere in the range of 6 feet and 10 inches. His appearance was equally captivating, with a mane of sunflower blonde hair that he had meticulously braided into intricate cornrows. Rather than neatly tucking the ends of the braids, he had allowed the remaining loose strands to cascade freely, creating a wild, curly halo around his head.

My dad said, a wide hard grin spreading on his face as he rose up to shake him and kiss Eleanor’s hand. “You look well.” Eleanor said to my mom, genuinely, smiling. “And you’re stunning.” My mom replied. “As always.” Our orders were already pre-booked so all we did was wait. Their was something different about Jase. I couldn’t quite tear my gaze away from him. His hair was always full and curly, long enough to drop a little past his shoulder. He’d normally let it down to frame the both sides of his face like a curtain. But that day was different. His hair was tied into a neat classy man bun, the edges all lined up sharp and clean, particularly, it was sparkling, so moisturized, they glowed u

When Mitch and Justin entered the room, Keona rang for more tea and we settled into finalizing the plans Sasha, Keona, and I had already begun. Justin was a little on the small side for a man. I’d guess him at about five feet six inches. His silver-gray hair was worn slicked back. Blue eyes danced and sparkled below perfectly shaped brows and a high forehead. He was lean, but muscular. He radiated power, danger, strength and…life. He glowed with life. His toothy smile was infectious.

the teacher asked softly. Justin shook his head. "Uncle says my hair isn't long enough to cut yet." "Let me trim it a bit for you," the teacher gently suggested, taking Justin by the hand to the office. "My mom should agree before you cut my hair," Justin said warily, objecting to the haircut. "It's just a little trim, it won't be a problem," the teacher coaxed. "No, Uncle said that we shouldn't let others cut our hair carelessly. Our hair and skin were gifts from our parents," Justin refused.

I was a bit shocked when I was ordered to dress scarcely in front of him. He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a powerful build that made him seem larger than life. His hair was a rich chestnut color, falling in gentle waves that brushed against the nape of his neck. He often tied his hair back in a loose knot, with a few strands hanging in front of his forehead.

Before his thoughts could run wide, he saw Claire tying Jeffrey's long hair with the hairband she took from her hair. “Jeffrey, it's okay for us women to leave our hair to grow long and leave it to loose on our shoulders. However, a bit like you shouldn't. And besides, why did you allow your hair to grow long like this?” Claire complained as she busied herself with his hair. After a while, she went back to her seat when she was done with Jeffrey's hair. “Oh wow! You look beautiful, brother.” Jessica teased Jeffrey. “Get lost," Jeffrey said and playfully pushed her face away. Indeed, Claire did a good job with his hair.

Justin giggled as he brushed a few strands of hair from my head. Yes, it's a bit surreal. What is the secret so that yours is so normal?— A ponytail was all she needed to sleep with him. It wouldn't look like yours if that wasn't the case. “Stay downstairs with him next time. If my hair is a mess when I wake up, yours should be too. "When is the next time?" Justin bit his lip as he she said. It is possible, if there is one. In the event that there is a fair...

His voice topped that of the music. He looked pleasant, a plain white shirt covered his chiselled arms and chest which was partly tucked into a pair of black jeans. His dark brown hair with what looked like highlights was short on the sides and longer on top. He obviously took time in styling it, as it was shaped into a high yet neat quiff. His eyes looked like they were blue, but it was too hard to tell in the dimmed light, and perfectly groomed stubble shaped his face. “JAKE!” was the reply of the girls.

she chuckled softly, raising her hand to sift her fingers through his dark hair which was now curling by his ears and had already grown out of the military-required crew cut he used to have; a wistful smile tugging on the corners of her lips. Joslyn remembered how elated her brother had been to find out that he had been enlisted in the Marines, so elated that when it was time to cut off his hair, Joshua Patel had done so without so much as batting an eyelid—an action that’d really surprised Joslyn, who was well aware of how much he had obsessed over his previously curly, jaw-length ebony hair. It had proven just how dedicated he was to his chosen path and it made Joslyn admire her twin so mu

Justin informed her that Mister Jefferson could only be available at seven in the evening and as a courtesy for moving it so late, Justin arranged for it to be a dinner meeting instead. “Reservations for Mister Jefferson,” she told the lady at the reception. The lady smiled brightly at her. “Sure. Mister Jefferson is already here.” “Shoot,” she muttered under her breath. “Sweetheart, you may wanna check your hair,” the lady whispered to her. “Sorry, it’s windy outside,” Julianne said. “Thanks.” She stole a quick look at the mirror beside the counter. Her hair was disheveled, which was so much unlike her. She was always organized, always on time. She quickly combed her hair with her fingers a