Tonight, I went to my "salon" to get a cut and color and I think I might have either been touched in a naughty place, or I might now be dating the shampoo boy. It really could go either way.
Before I sit down with my stylist, Mylan... her assistant, Shannon (A man, baby!!!) takes me over to the basins to wash my frock...Things were going well... We exchange pleasantries and he begins the process...
First he wets my hair.. and then squeezes some shampoo into the palm of his hands.. He starts rubbing the shampoo into my hair and then all of a sudden his touch changes.. He starts massaging my temples..I close my eyes.. He then slowly.. rythmically, moves back to the crown of my head.. . I can feel the sensations in the tips of my toes.. up and down.. back and forth..this goes on for literally 15 minutes.. He rinses.. and then repeats this with the conditioner.. My eyes have rolled back into the bowels of my brain... Magic fingers man is a GOD.. when he is done, I giggle with a teenage angst.. I feel a little dirty.. tee hee.
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