Opener for a Fetish Story

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"May I brush your hair?"

That's it, all I got, and I have strong hair fetish, especially hair brushing.
 
I think it’s a fun fetish to explore as your partner being okay with you playing with their hair is a pretty big level of intimacy already.

Maybe the opening leads to the partner considering it: partner’s already explained their fetish but their partner also gets a bit too excited and MC has to do a whole new wash and care routine.

Maybe MC doesn’t let partner brush them but instead combines fetishes: partner gets tied up and MC teases them with their hair. Like if it’s long maybe they do a Lady Godiva and not only straddle them while nude but let the tips of their hair run over their belly and chest, or rub up against them with their hair. If the fetish includes smells maybe MC rubs up against their face, etc.
 
I'm curious as to what goes through your head or what you find sexy about hair and/or brushing hair. I've heard this kind of thing before but never got the chance to understand the perspective of someone who has this fetish.

I LOVE writing about fetishes, so I'm honestly interested in how they manifest in other people.
 
She opened her legs, giving him access to the forbidden fruit. He looked down.

"May I brush your hair?" he asked.

Jokes aside, I think you can have many interesting stories. A hairdresser with this fetish. Brushing and letting it slide through his fingers. Maybe they do something with the remaining hair afterwards.

Maybe a guy has this fetish, and asked timidly someone. What will happen during the interaction?

The gals might find out about his obsession, and start asking him to brush their hair. They love teasing him, without him knowing they do it on purpose.

I'm curious as to what goes through your head or what you find sexy about hair and/or brushing hair. I've heard this kind of thing before but never got the chance to understand the perspective of someone who has this fetish.

I LOVE writing about fetishes, so I'm honestly interested in how they manifest in other people.
Just my two cents, I can imagine it being a fetish. It is different than skin, but often still nice to touch. Certain styles can heavily be associated with a gender. Having something so malleable in your hands can be nice. A few strands to a fist full. You can go further as some derive pleasure from yanking it. Maybe a power dynamic there too, where you can control the body and pleasure in some cases.

It is also very personal. An extension of being that is part of their image you're letting slide through your fingers. I don't know. Can be hot. Even so, I don't have the fetish. I'm as curious as you.
 
I'm curious as to what goes through your head or what you find sexy about hair and/or brushing hair. I've heard this kind of thing before but never got the chance to understand the perspective of someone who has this fetish.

I LOVE writing about fetishes, so I'm honestly interested in how they manifest in other people.
elements specific to a hair fetish story might include:
* the breath being taken away just seeing a woman with long full flowing hair
*the skip in the heart beat watching that hair being brushed
*the nervous vibration through your entire body at being allowed to touch and even brush the hair.
 
"May I brush your hair?"

That's it, all I got, and I have strong hair fetish, especially hair brushing.
You could easily do a flip-type story...

Have a make-up artist on a porn movie set, or a porn star himself, who is awash all the time with nude women and sex, suddenly be smitten with a woman that is brushing her hair. That seen moment in her trailer before the start of a sex scenes memorizes him, pulls him out of the sex-filth he is in that he begins to see clearly, and instead he longs for the simple things in life like brushing an actresses hair.

I don't have the full story thought out here, but you could take it from here.
 
Magic mind-control hairbrush?
‘Conditioner’ now having multiple meanings, as well as ‘groomer’
Or just a story rich in sensory descriptions from brusher and/or brushed perspectives and drive for those fetishes
 
He ran his fingers lovingly through her hair, before picking up the brush. Starting at the tips and using his other hand to sweep down behind the brush he lazily yet firmly dragged the brush through her luscious locks. Working his way slowly up and down, with every sensuous stroke, releasing the heavenly scent of her hair, of her. Bringing him closer, far too much closer to falling in love with the woman who had so innocently said, "Yes," to his seemingly simple request.

Eh, sorry that's all I got too.
 
Some example sensory bits, for brusher and/or brushee-
The feel of hair lightly tugged by the brush
Sharp unexpected bite of a snarl
Quiet rasp of the brush stroking the hair
The firm caress of the brush tips along the scalp
Hypnotic regular pattern of brush strokes along the scalp
The soft dangling weight of long hair in hand, gathering it for a ponytail, bun, braid or other hairstyle
Scent of soap/conditioner
Gentle resistance of hair sliding thru fingers/brush
Sharp snick of scissors shaping hair
Quiet humm & gentle vibration of trimmers
Silken falls over hands/wrist/neck
Strong chemical scent of perms, relaxer, bleach, dyes
Slick wet hair during a shampoo
Water flowing thru hair in a shower

Each could and should likely be extended and each piece worked into a narrative flow. Other senses - click of the shower door closing, jingle of the shop’s door opening, whir of hair dryers, intense eyes of ‘voyeurs’ (especially if they’re just passing the time at the stylists, bored, and the voyeurism is really the protagonist’s shyness)…
 
What about... "Will you brush my hair?"

A college girl has always loved looking at different kinds and styles of hair, but didn't fully realize the depth of her hair fetish until her roommate asks if she'll braid their hair for them.

She's a quivering mess by the time she's done, but her roommate doesn't notice, thanks her for the quick do and runs off to a frat party. Left alone, she, well, does what one does when one is a quivering mess😅

She and her roommate get into the routine of braiding each other's hair, for campus events or just for fun. She becomes really good at it, is obviously always happy to stop what she's doing and touch someone's hair, and other girls on the floor start coming by and asking her for a quick French braid or twist up or whatever.

Now she's got access to an absolute buffet of beautiful hair of all kinds! Curly frizzy ginger hair, silky smooth blonde hair, soft coily afro hair... 🤤

She is in heaven, until... (Insert plot complication here)
 
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She is in heaven, until... (Insert plot complication here)
Until, that one guy whose dream is to become a world famous hair stylist and open a chain of salons starts attending their school to major in business. He does not have the same interest in them as she does, but he is offering his professional services free of charge to keep his hand in the game while he learns about the business side of things, and so unknowingly he becomes her rival.

While most of her friends don't know why she's so upset, a few have guessed at it and so start teasing her by having her feel over their new hair style, or by pushing her to go learn from this guy with the line of, "Think of all the hair you could touch, if you worked with him."
 
A fetish I have played with is guys on a building site wolf whistle at me. I found it a great turn on and went home after and pounded my pussy for ages at the thought of those guy’s thoughts about me.

I have always wondered how far I could have taken it in real life and how far I could push it on paper.
 
This sounds like my wife after her face has been between my legs for while, I just love pulling her hair as she makes me screem.
 
Andy was turning 40, he had done well and owned his own house and ran a very successful transport business.

He started his business with his wife when Kay, they both met while training as HGV drivers, they hit it off on their first meeting, while sharing a cab learning to drive.

Two weeks after starting their training they both past their examinations and tests and with licenses in hand they began to work for a driving agency working up to drive the largest of vehicles before buying out the company and expanding it to a transport company earning enough money to keep them in a very comfortable manner.

Kay and Andy had a great sex life and in the early years because they were apart so much the time they had together was filled with erotic adventures pushing the boundaries of what would be called decent in society,

Kay met a woman called Rita she was a dispatcher at distribution hub she called at regularly, although Kay and Andy had been expanding their experience it had always been heterosexual even within the lifestyle and at parties. Rita had an ora about her that oozed sexual intrigue, Kay for the first time in her life was interested in woman.

Now what happens from here is unclear yet but I think Rita and Kay go down a rabbit hole of lust and perverse sexual experiences that she shared with her husband Andy.
 
do you ever see a woman with messy hair and wish that you had a brush handy?
Sometimes after a hard day I wish my SO had a bit of a hair fetish and would ask to brush my hair, but because of his own sensitive scalp he's always a little scared to brush other peoples hair.
 
"May I brush your hair?"

That's it, all I got, and I have strong hair fetish, especially hair brushing.
I love these openings of yours 😄 Let's make this one a simple short story...

"May I brush your hair?"

"Oh... Uh... Could you please hand me a piece of toilet paper."

"Thanks." Blushing.

The End.
 
Opening for a fetish story.
Come in and take your clothes off and present yourself to me in the proper manner.
Pick your collar and your tail then I will make you suffer the only way you like my pain slut.
 
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