Ain't I a Stinker?
Alisha frequently reminds me about how excited she is about the day that she will finally get to cut my hair and shave my head.
Occasionally, I like to send her a risque shower pic or two, and on this occasion I slicked my hair back as best as I could and then coated it in a very thick cap of shaving cream.
I'm not trying to scare her, or make her upset. I suppose I'm trying to figure out just how much she really wants it.
I guess I still can't wrap my brain around the possibility that I may have found a person (female person) who actually shares (instead of tolerates or indulges) in my desires for hair play, hair cutting, or head shaving.













