She thought of her first lover. Amateur porn no, of course not her mind told her, it was simply shaving cream for the task at hand. When she became aroused the hairs would glisten with moisture. The strokes of the blade were long and sure, each starting high and moving to her slit in a single swipe. As she laid there, she closed her eyes and remembered the joyful feeling of running her fingers through the wet, soapy strands. Since that day, she had cared for and babied her hair; letting the locks grow until they had become the rich forest she had today. … Closing her eyes again, she drifted back into her memories. She remembered back to her childhood, when as a girl of twelve she would hold a mirror to herself and eagerly watch for the first hair’s growth. Lori had always been proud of her hair and took extra pains to to regularly shampoo and condition it; even giving it an occasional hot oil treatment. The cool air now touched her skin directly, the first time in more years than Lori cared to admit. She remembered letting her slick fingers trace her lips and plunging them between the folds to find the little nub.
