Saucy Sketch Tuesday #57 (Patreon)

"You've really let your hair get long," she chastised him, but there was only amused exasperation in her voice. Snip, snip went her barber's scissors. He watched in the mirror as cuttings drifted down onto the towel she'd had him sit on. A few stray hairs landed on his shoulders, tickling bare skin.

He knew she liked his hair short and preppy, but this was one area where he loved to defy her. Not because he cared what his hair looked like, but because growing out his hair meant that she inevitably would take their next play session as an opportunity to do some trimming. Nothing sent thrills through him like feeling her hands expertly skim through his dampened locks, measuring their length and deftly correcting the outgrown areas.

She knew it, too, and perhaps that's why she always lingered towards the end of his impromptu haircuts, her fingers savoring the silky feel of his hair. In time, she would put away the scissors, and they would pick up where they had left off. If he was lucky, maybe she'd even let him cum. But for those fifteen or so minutes, he was in a special stage of bliss that nothing else could disrupt.