Hair

As a caveat to this post I must say that photos included other than my own are unfortunately uncredited.  If anyone recognizes any and can supply information, I will immediately add the information.  If anyone complains reasonably about one, I will remove it.

So, to move on, I found a wonderfully erotic photo today and it reminded me rather strongly of one thing I find absolutely captivating about a beautiful woman.  Perhaps I should say it is one thing that can make a woman captivatingly beautiful.  That is her hair.

One of the first things I stated at the beginning of an incredibly significant long term relationship I had was, “Let your hair grow.”

One of the first things she did at the end of that incredibly stormy relationship was to cut it short.  The hair, however, was a gift to me which I still treasure.  When I find a craftsman I trust, I will have it made into a pair of floggers.

I have a fantasy of binding a woman with her own hair.  Are any of my readers old enough to be familiar with the Seven Sutherland Sisters?  Here is a delightful portrait of Naomi.  It is said that she could wrap her hair around her naked body to cover her as a cloak.  The archive of photos of long hair through history from which I got this is here.

I remember one woman I knew in college with incredibly long red hair.  After washing, she would walk out into the hall and repeatedly bend forward at the waist then quickly stand, allowing her hair to arch over her simultaneously drying, straightening and giving her incredible abs.

In the famous narrative poem by Alfred Noyes, “The Highwayman” (sung most deliciously by Loreena McKennitt) it is said,

“He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair i’ the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.” a verse that still creates a catch in my breast.

But this is one of my own, a favorite shot of two friends of mine taken one Christmas.  

I have talked previously about service and the joys and advantages  to be had in the times when you serve your submissive.

Considering the subject of this post, it should be no surprise that I enjoy occasionally washing and brushing their hair.

Perhaps this pleasure I take has a part in my joy of the Asian woman.    But long, finely cared for tresses are, and I think will always be a great joy to me in photography, both others and my own, in my observations of people, and, obviously and forever more, Sex.

May I also say in closing, how delightful it has been looking through my collection of photos and searching for more.  If you have any particular visual joy, I recommend it.

The Eroticist