Self-Cuts

Stranded

Stranded

This story is purely fictional and involves female haircutting and may offend some readers.

Stranded – VaMurimi

It was a very cold December day, even for northern Quebec. The bl

Game Show

Game Show

The Game Show

The near future…

You luxuriate in the stylist’s chair, enjoying the feeling of being pampered as the stylist gently brushes your long blonde hair until it falls

Give You a Buzz in the Morning

Give You a Buzz in the Morning

Give You A Buzz In the Morning by HeadBoy

“I’ll be done with this stupid seminar tomorrow and on the first plane back,” the voice said from the other end of the phone.

“Good, b

People Watching

People Watching

People Watching by Sean O’Hare

I enjoyed sitting on the terrace at the Mall Wine Bar, partly because of the wine but mostly because it gave an excellent view of the Image Hair Sa

Found Clippers

Found Clippers

THE FOUND CLIPPERS

When my wife and I moved in to our second house together, we found a few items left by the previous owner. In the bathroom closet an old Andis barber clippers

Visit from Miss Protheroe

Visit from Miss Protheroe

A Visit from Miss Protheroe by Sean O’Hare

I was amazed. I had really never expected a response. Well you don’t, do you. It’s just the sort of thing you do on the message board,

Bad Girls

Bad Girls

It was almost five o’clock. Regina Morris swept her barbershop, glancing at her watch and her own chestnut flat top in the mirror. Her last trim was still good. Mary, her eight-yea

Kelli & Amber: REVENGE!

Kelli & Amber: REVENGE!

Kelli and Amber: REVENGE! by DPTemplar

One year.

It had been one year since Kelli had lost her hair to Amber. Her beautiful long strawberry long locks shaved away. All due to t

Stripping

Stripping

Stripping

Shena pouted and swung her crossed legs quickly under the bench, sulking. “Well,” she protested, “and what’s wrong with still being a virgin?”

Betty grinned, happy her

Sun-Toi

Sun-Toi

Sun Toi by Daphne

I have been driving a bus for the past ten years in a major city. It was late on a Monday night that my story begins. I had just started the last hour of my shi