A Lust for Rapunzel

Her hair was almost his very favorite thing in the world. But what he liked even more than her hair alone was getting to touch her hair, and even more, to pull it. He’d find ways to touch it any time he could. Luckily for him, she never minded. So he’d start by running his fingers through it “ slow, gentle, just the lightest of touches. But sometimes, of course, his fingers would get caught, and then there’d be a light, little yank, as they stopped their tumble through her almond-colored tresses.

“Ouch! She’d flinch a little, but he knew that she was fine, and she knew that he was getting hard. Just from that little exclamation, from touching her hair, from hurting her as well. He knew she was getting wet, wet at the thought of his dick slowly rising, and he knew that they’d be fucking soon enough. Because after his fingers caught in her hair, it wouldn’t be long before he got rough, not long before he starting getting them caught on purpose.

“Ouch! she’d say again, but this time it came out as more of a purr than a sign of pain. It was no longer a word that told him to stop, that she didn’t like what he was doing. Now, as they both knew, it was a request “ to keep going, to grab onto every single hair in his fist, to pull her back and cause her back to arch as he shoved his hand down her pants, began to play with her cunt, which was always, by now, wet and aroused.

He knew she’d be salivating, waiting for the moment where he pulled her down onto her knees, told her to unzip him and suck his cock. Her head would bob up and down, and her eyes would be locked onto his face, a look of ultimate obedience glowing in them. His hand, his fist, would still be holding tight to her hair, and he would be as hard as he got by then, though it was almost her hair alone that got him there. Yes, he loved it when she took him into her mouth, when she spit on his cock, or ran her tongue up and down its length. But more than that, he loved controlling her through her hair, her hair that she wore long just for him, her hair that had drawn him to her.

Their first date, he couldn’t keep his eyes off it, embarrassed by how hard he was underneath the table. And then his embarrassment grew, as she dropped her napkin and noticed his dick straining against his slacks. But she rose back into her seat with a grin on her face, and quietly asked him why he was so aroused. And what could he do but tell her? So he did, and she led him to a restroom in the back of the place, one with a door that locked, one where she wound her hair around his cock, let him play with it as she bent over the sink, and then they fucked right there, with him pulling her “ hard “ down onto him, again and again, just with her hair, grasped in his hand.

And that’s how it almost always was from then on. That’s how it was this night. They found their way into the bedroom, kissing, his fingers threaded through her hair as he led her to their bed. And there, she climbed on top, now her turn to be in control, and she stuck him into her cunt, rode him as she whipped her hair back and forth across his face, rode him until he bucked and came, rode him until her orgasm followed his. Then they lay on the bed, side by side, hand in hand, and he kissed her cheek, and said, like he always did, “Please, please, never cut your hair. And she smiled, like she always did, turning towards him and placing a hand on his face, and then she said, “I won’t, ever, as long as you continue to love me.

Maggie Morton

Maggie Morton's first novel, Dreaming of Her, is published by Bold Strokes Books - it's an erotic, lesbian, fantasy novel, and has a fair share of romance as well. Her gay, fantasy novella A Fairy's Embrace is published by Xcite Books, and her writing appears in various anthologies, including Eve's Big Bang, Kinky Girls, and Dark Desires. She lives in Northern California with her partner and their Japanese Bobtail.

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