Man oh man. I knew since I was about 20 years old (when I knew everything) that I had a sexual attraction to beautiful long hair. Wherever I was, if a girl walked by with long locks of gorgeous hair, I found myself staring at it. Like "All Rise" style. What sealed the deal was I got a job at the local outdoor mall in a busy retail store that had multiple girls with long hair working there. Im talking mid back and longer. (I have so many stories) One of my favorites was this half Chinese half Japanese woman that was at least 20 years my elder that had that long silky and whispy hair to her ankles. She spoke fluent English with an accent that made me melt. Well I certainly took a liking to her only for her to seduce me one morning after an overnight shift. Hair rub massages, brushing, wine, ice cube bjs. Fuckin incredible! (I can go more into that later if you like)

The one that got away? Well I was in a relationship with this cute short haired Irish girl who had a spell on me. Probably because she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose and had a hip shake that made my eyes roll in the back of my head. We were "dating" maybe a week or two then they hired "Naya." Italian decent, olive skin, laughed at everything I said, & man... She was she stacked! (a DD at least.) Annnd of course long black hair that ended at the top of her jeans. That thick Italian hair that almost moved in slow motion when she threw it back or put it in a quick pony tail. I ended up going on a date with her in secret. And we ended up making out on the hood of my car where I got to play with those long locks of silky heaven and feel how those breasts wanted to burst out of that bra. We stopped because she was a little bit of a prude and her mom worked at our store. I felt bad, and I should have pursued it more. But a daily pole shining by that Irish princess kept me right. Until she moved and Hannah started working there the next summer. She had that wavy honey-blonde hair to her ass. And I can remember the day she straightened it for me, but that's another story.