The Salon [FF , oral]

My second attempt at writing a sexy story… fueled by one of my many fantasies. Hope you enjoy! x

It had been three months since I last went into the salon. I had a new hairdresser, and I wasn’t sure about the work she did. She gave me a new, sexy, dark hair color, but it seemed to wash out fairly quickly. It had faded into a strange reddish-brown that I wasn’t very fond of. “Oh well,” I thought to myself. “Everyone deserves a second chance.” And so it came about that I was on my way to a ‘touch-up’ appointment with Dessa.

“Hey, girl!” Dessa greeted me with a smile. “I’ll be with you in five minutes. Need a drink? Water? Pop? Wine?”

“I would LOVE some wine!” I said appreciatively. A few minutes later, I was seated in her chair with a big glass of moscato. “So,” Dessa began, “how’s it been going since I’ve seen you last? How’d you like your color?” She started running her fingers through the ends of my long hair, pulling up sections to inspect, a concerned look on her face.

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The Apartments on Wicker Avenue [FfM]

NOTE: Just the beginning of an idea I had. Feedback appreciated!

It had been a long day.

The vibrations of the train were familiar, and Roe felt like she could finally start relaxing. She hadn’t even noticed how stressed she’d become throughout the day. There was usually only one surefire way for her to unwind after being wound so tightly… But any possibilities of that happening were a 45 minute commute away. She sighed in resignation and rolled her head from side to side, stretching her neck muscles and teasing out an elusive yet satisfying pop from her vertebrae. She longed to take off her shoes and rub the knots out of her feet and calves, but that would have to wait until she got back to her place.

Wherever that happened to be.

It wasn’t that she didn’t have a home- it’s just that she didn’t know exactly where she was sleeping. She knew did know two things for certain:
The distinctive brick building (distinctive because it was the only brick apartment building left in the area) on Wicker Avenue was her home.
It was an absolute certainty that she would be sharing it with one or more residents.
That last certainty was decidedly less certain than it could be.
She would definitely have a room… But would she be sleeping?