once there was a monster in my closet. he

once there was a monster in my closet. he was big and hairy. so hairy I
felt a strong moral obligation to shave the creature bald, collect the resulting clippings and dontate them to Locks of Love. Ethics be darned, this was for the greater good.
I narrowed my eyes, scoping out how I might gain the upper hand, the whole time wondering if someone would actually *want* the hair off of this thing hanging from their own head.
I was just too damn fabulous for this slop. I grabbed by ionizer and brush, "You call this hair? This ain't hair, honey. This is crap!" I threw the extensions against the wall
& kicked over the hot rollers. All the anger I'd ever harbored against stylists erupted right then & there. I smashed all the mirrors, threatened Fabio with a red hot curling iron,
which made Fabio think I was flirting with him, making me even angrier. With a can of hairspray and a flick of my lighter, I blowtorched the gossip mags and hair extensions
The salon was in flames around him but Fabio continued chatting to his client about holidays - what a pro! I at last calmed down & agreed to the Wrecked Strawberry rinse he'd recom
bined with the DNA of fetal pigs. It was heavenly as Fabio rubbed the fruity rinse into my
thigh. It felt amazing since I couldn't do it myself. I didn't know how and I never wanted to try it. He rubbed it all in and
then i orgasmed.

1 Comments

lucielucie Aug 21 2013 @ 16:14

More fun than any hairdressing appt I've ever been to.

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