The Trichophilia Apogee
I have a hair fetish for as long as I know. The first time I was turned on, I probably looked at girls hair. And I don't really know why. All I know is that the feeling of silky long hair on my skin or on my private parts is just beyond this world. Anyway, I have this fantasy for a while now. And it trills me and scares me at the same time. I imagine a girl (my girl, the girl I would love) and she would have really long hair. Like waist or even longer. And I would start kissing her. Her lips, her neck, her hair. I would brush her hair slowly. It would be like a foreplay for me. First with a hairbrush, then with my fingers. Each stroke would be followed with a kiss. I want it to be gentle. Loving. Caring. I would probably be hard as soon as I touched her hair, but I would keep kissing her. I would want her to be satisfied too. Slowly undressing her, kissing every part of her body. I imagine her running her hair over my naked body. I want to feel it on my face, on my skin, on my penis. She would wrap her hair all around my penis. Slowly jerking me with her hair. I would want to feel softness, silkyness, smell of her hair. She would ride me after that. I would run my fingers all over her body. Make her feel loved. Make her feel good. I would feel her hair on my skin. On my hands, my face, my chest, in my mouth. I would feel her hair all over my body while we make love. And after everything she would jerk me with her hair again, until I cum. Then we would go to the bathroom together so I can wash her hair for her.
And it frightens me because I don't know if I'll ever find a girl who would do these kind of things with me. But that's my all time fantasy.
Pol Agustí became an art director for films, tv and advertising in Barcelona. Later on he moved to Mexico City where he is currently based, though he is mostly a nomad. His pictures are at the same time nostalgic and cheeky, full of love for life and people.