Hair stylist Stories

She had always worn pretty dresses for me. With delicate fabrics, petticoats, frills, and lace. And of course the ribbons. I bought her ribbons of all colors; I enjoyed tying them for her. She would smile at me demurely, knowing the dark and perverse feelings her innocence brought out in me. She had joked that I would like it if she wore nothing but ribbons. She had giggled and meant to laugh it off, but I couldn’t shake...

It was a brief encounter at a national chain hair salon— and I use the word "salon" in jest. As a man in my early fifties, I had the typical balding issue on top and kept my hair rather short, but not quite a buzz cut. In early 2023 I went into a random Great Cuts at the spur of the moment, not the usual location near my home. The young woman who trimmed my hair did a fine job. As she and I made small talk, the older redh...