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.