Oh darling… you really thought you could hold out against your hair fetish phone sex desires, didn’t you? That little voice in your head whispering, “I’m stronger than this. It’s just hair. Just pretty blonde hair.” You told yourself you’d look, maybe even admire, but never fold. Never let that quiet, hungry fetish of yours take the wheel. You’re stronger than that, or so you thought. And then you stumble across my photo and read my blog. I walk into your life and it will never be the same again. Long, glossy strands the color of melted sunlight cascading over my shoulders, catching every light in the room like they were made just to torment you. I don’t even have to try. One slow toss of my golden hair, one soft brush of it across my collarbone, and your resolve starts cracking like cheap glass.
You told yourself you wouldn’t stare, but you stared, long and hard. You swore you wouldn’t imagine how it would feel to have my hair sliding through your fingers, how it would smell up close, how it would look fanned out across your chest while I straddle you. You’ve imagined every filthy second of it and now look at you. Breathing harder. Eyes locked on those shining blonde waves. That stubborn pride of yours dissolving the moment I lean in letting a single silky lock trail across your lips. You were never going to win, sweetheart. Not against a Blonde Goddess who knows exactly what your weakness is and enjoys watching you fall. It makes me giggle when a strong man like you breaks under my spell. Relinquishing all power and control. Go on. Reach for it. (my hair and your phone) We both know you want this hair fetish phone sex. Call 1 888 402 8669 and ask for your Blonde Goddess Avalon.