Take It All Off, Love!
by Diavel
Copyright© 2024 by Diavel

Hello!

I wrote this one a few years ago and wanted to share it. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

And do not hesitate to leave any comments and criticism!

Cheers!

Emily undid the last button of her shirt and let it slide off her body to join her jeans on the floor. She slipped out of her underwear and stood naked in front of the mirror, admiring the perfect figure she saw in the reflection.

She had pinned her hair up for the day but now that all of her work was done, she could let it down. The moment she freed the locks and shook them, they cascaded down her back in a river of blonde curls, right down to below the small of her back. She shook her head again and pulled the golden mass over her shoulder.

Just as she started to brush her hair, the door opened and Nathan walked in.

“Hey beautiful, need any help with that?” he asked and, without waiting for her reply, took the hairbrush from her hand and pulled it gently through her golden tresses.

Emily tilted her head back and relaxed, enjoying Nathan’s hands caressing her hair.

Nathan pulled a lock of Emily’s hair straight and, as always, was astounded by how long it was. The curl of the hair made it look like the hair was only waist-length, but pulled straight, it reached well below her round buttocks.

He turned her around and took a step back, taking in the view. The delicate features of her face, her slim body with full breasts, perfectly shaped butt and long smooth legs.

Perfection, he thought.

“If you’re done staring, you can get back to what you were doing.” Emily said and smiling, turned back again.

“Today?” Nathan asked and put his arms around Emily and hugged her close.

She knew exactly what he was talking about. And she knew what her answer was going to be. She took a deep breath and let it out. She turned around and kissed her boyfriend slowly, taking in everything she was feeling and committing it memory.

They pulled their lips apart and looked into each others eyes. Their pupils were dilated with desire.

“Yes, today,” Emily said and leaned back against the mirror.

Nathan nodded and walked out of the room, leaving Emily with her thoughts. She looked into the mirror again and caressed her hair, her mind lost in thought.

Nathan opened the cabinet where he kept the things he had bought specially for this day. He took them out and on his way to the bedroom, picked up an old newspaper. He pushed the door open and saw Emily standing there lost in thought.

Probably having second thoughts, he thought and walked over to her.

He spread the newspaper on the ground and set his tools on the table.

“Come here sweetheart,” he said in his gentlest tone and stood up straight.

Emily snapped out of her reverie and turned to face him with a shaky smile. She saw the scissors in his hand. They were new. And so were the comb, spray bottle and clippers that he had put on the dresser.

Nathan cupped his hands around Emily’s face and looked into her eyes, “Don’t worry, the worst that could happen is you look the same right?”

She giggled a bit and pushed him back, “Get started already, will you?”

“Alright,” he put his arms around her shoulders and parted her golden hair in the middle and pulled the locks in front, half over her right shoulder and half over her left. He then pulled the two sections of hair into separate ponytails tied just above her breasts.

“Take this,” he said and put the scissors into her hand, “And take the one on your left side off.”

She looked at him, then at the scissors and her hair.

She brought the scissors up and put the ponytail between the blades. For just a second her resolve wavered, she was about to cut off years and years of growth. She looked at Nathan again. He smiled and kissed her on the forehead, “Don’t chicken out on me. It’ll grow back if you don’t like it. Eventually...”

“OK.”

She tightened her grip on the scissors and closed it. The blades didn’t cut through the whole pony, her hair was thick after all.

The blades of the scissors opened and closed repeatedly, making crunching noises as they severed the golden stands. The ponytail came free as Emily cut the last lock of hair. She held it up and regarded it.

Nathan took severed ponytail from her and held it up. He pulled the rubber band off and let the hair drop to the floor. The locks scattered and settled around their feet, forming patterns that no human could hope to recreate.

Seeing her hair like that, scattered all over the floor was, for some reason, turning Emily on. Nathan took hold of the other ponytail and started to cut it off. The scissors sang their crunching, snicking song again as his strong fingers moved the blades faster than Emily’s.

The second ponytail came off quicker than the first. Emily took it from Nathan and pulled the rubber band off. She held it up in front of Nathan’s face and let the strands fall slowly, scattering them more than before.

Nathan smiled. He had not expected her to take it this well, not after all the fuss she had made when he had first suggested that she cut her hair, months ago.

He pushed her hair back and kissed her lightly on her neck. He slowly moved up toward her face, kissing and caressing her soft skin with his lips.

He stopped when he reached her lips, “Not yet,” he whispered and pulled her hair into a ponytail again, this time close to her skull.

She turned around and gave the scissors to him, “Get it done as quickly as you can.”

“Not this,” Nathan said and picked up the clippers and the comb. He inserted the comb above the rubber band and turned the clippers on. Their humming filled the room.

“Ready or not.”

He plunged the clippers into the golden locks and ran it along the comb. The blades of the clippers changed tune as they struggled to eat through Emily’s thick hair. He ran the clippers over the comb again and again till the last strand was cut and the ponytail dropped to the floor.

“It’s really short,” Emily observed and pushed the ponytail with her toe.

“Look in the mirror, then,” Nathan said and turned her to face the mirror.

Her jaw dropped. Her hair was now a sexy chin length bob and God, did it suit her!

She touched the ends of her hair and smiled.

“Shorter?”

“You bet!” She picked the clippers up and turned it around in her hands, “I want to know what it feels like.”

“As it pleases you highness,” Nathan said and, taking the clippers from Emily, slotted in the number 8 guard.

“Don’t you dare turn away from the mirror, woman,” he said and stood behind her.

She lifted her freshly-bobbed hair and smiled, “Take it all off, love.”

Nathan turned the clippers back on and put it on Emily’s nape. He smiled and pushed it up into the forest of golden curls, dislodging them with a flick of his wrist.

This was the first time Emily had ever felt clippers on her skin. It was amazing. She could feel her head getting lighter as Nathan pushed the clippers over her scalp repeatedly, evening her hair to an inch long. Her arousal was getting stronger every second. She had never felt it so strong before. She stroked herself and the pleasure sent shivers up her spine.

Nathan clippered the back of her head and then pushed the clippers straight down the middle of her head, shearing the curls and sending them tumbling down onto Emily’s breasts. Pass after pass he shortened her hair to an inch long everywhere. The cut curls tumbled onto her shoulders, slithered down her breasts and gathered in a pile around her feet.

Emily had her eyes open through the whole thing. She watched as her hair was sheared to an even one inch long and memorized everything, what she was seeing, what she was feeling, everything. The girl in the mirror that stared back at her looked very different from the one that had stared back at her half an hour ago. And she was so much hotter!

She could not hold it any longer, for it was now almost painful. She whirled around the moment Nathan took the clippers off her scalp and put them aside.

She dashed her lips against Nathan’s and pushed him onto the bed. He pulled off the boxers that he was wearing and kissed her again. She straddled herself atop him and pushed his erection into herself, not even bothering with being gentle.

Nathan rolled her over and pulled her legs wide. He thrusted his erection into her wet vagina faster and faster. She moaned louder with every thrust till she cried out in pleasure when the orgasm hit her, stronger than she had ever felt.

Her back arched and she dashed her lips to Nathan’s. He pulled at her lips gently with his teeth and kissed her cheek. Then he kissed her throat and moved down slowly, letting his lips brush her skin.

Emily’s skin tingled where Nathan’s lips touched her. She could feel him kissing her collar bone, above her breasts and then he kissed her breasts, gently sucking at her hardened nipples.

She folded her legs around Nathan and pulled him closer to herself. His lips moved lower, stopping every few inches as he kissed her on her abdomen. His hands caressed her legs and ten he massaged her toes, feeling each exquisite one slide between his fingers. She spread her legs as wide as she could as she felt his lips move below her waistline.

Nathan slowed down as his lips neared her clean-shaven pussy, making the kisses linger longer and longer, feeling Emily struggling to hold it in. He flicked his tongue out and tasted her for the first time. He slowly let his tongue wander over her clitoris. Emily couldn’t believe what she was feeling! All the orgasms in her life together couldn’t even begin to compare with what she was feeling now. Her entire body was awake and tingling, she closed her eyes and let it wash over her.

Nathan kissed her mound once and then moved himself up and kissed Emily on her lips again. Their tongues intertwined and Emily tasted herself. She reached down and put him back into herself.

They moved slower and with longer strokes, their synchronization perfect.

Nathan felt the heat of the semen as it moved up his erection and the pleasure that coursed through his body as he ejaculated into Emily. He let out a soft moan as he felt his desire wane and his body grew heavy and lethargic.

He slumped down next to Emily and hugged her close. She giggled and ruffled his hair.

“Next?” she asked him as they both fell asleep.

The End