Voodoo Hair Growth Oil Novels & Stories

When I woke up at 10, still buried under the blankets, I’d been stunned to find that he’d not only made breakfast but washed the dishes and did the laundry by himself. Then came the shower. I didn’t take a shower. I was given one. thoroughly. Brushed my teeth for me and bathed me thoroughly. It was as if a mother otter had taken it upon herself to clean her clumsy pup. After that ordeal, he sat me down, wrapped my hair in benzoin resin smoke, and followed it up with a massage. Apparently, his tribe’s women use this method to strengthen their hair. “It will help with your hair loss,” he’d added in that blunt tone of his, making my pride sting.

Mimi continued, "Made with almond, Jojoba, rosewood, and avocado, this hot oil will increase your immunity and circulation as well as create deep relaxation in the body and mind." Both Leander and I needed deep relaxation, after the last few minutes, particularly for our minds. Taking a few deep breaths first, I opened my eyes and watched Gwen lift the top off of the teapot, dip her finger inside, extracting some of the oil and rubbing it on her wrist, checking the temperature. Satisfied with her finding, she nodded to Mimi. Mimi turned to Aidan. He gave her the same nod. Mimi stepped away, returning to stand by Gemma near the preparation tables.

Will poured the oil down my neck and into the curve of my hair, his fingers squeezing and making circular movements, helping my body to relax, and he finished by giving me a little nibble on the tip of my ear, making me shiver a little. “Now. I'm not going to pour the candle wax on your face, as it's a very sensitive area, nor on your neck, but there might be some splashes on it, so I've protected it with this oil, while on your back I need to protect these little hairs here.” Will touched the back of my neck and tugged lightly on some small hairs, called baby hairs. “I understand, Sir.” I said, looking at him through the glass and saw his smile widen a little.

Hair, makeup, moisturize my legs, shit, piss, the list can go on. I turn on the warm water and get in, scrubbing the stressful day off of me. I then apply my vanilla shampoo to my hair. I love the smell of vanilla. It reminds me of mamà. I also use my strawberry conditioner for my hair. Vanilla and strawberry is the best combo in my opinion. I love smelling good in general. It makes me happy. I turn the water off after washing myself and my hair. I grab my black towel and dry off. I grab the lotion off of the shelf and apply it to my body. I then go to my closet and pick out a black Victoria Secret underwear set.

His breathing changes, and I watch a bead of moisture gather at the slit of his cock. Next, a vial of scented oil is warmed between my palms, saffron and sandalwood blended with a hint of desert honey. A thin stream spills across his chest, flowing in golden rivulets over his nipples, which tighten instantly. Slow, sweeping strokes spread the oil along his flanks, deliberately avoiding his aching center. It leaves his skin gleaming like polished bronze. Leaning in, a cool breath drifts across the glistening trails, and gooseflesh blooms in its wake.

It was pure bliss, and I found myself drifting off into a state of deep relaxation. After the invigorating massage came to an end, I reluctantly rose from the table, but my pampering was far from over. I was pleasantly surprised when the masseuse informed me that I would be treated to a luxurious hair treatment with olive oil. As I settled into the chair and the steamer was activated, I couldn't help but sink into a state of pure bliss. The warmth and nourishment of the olive oil left my hair feeling revitalized and rejuvenated, and I felt grateful to Kenny for insisting on this indulgent experience.