He had been grabbing my hair in one of his hands to tame me while one of his arms was wrapped around me to keep me pent up against him. Now, in my new raised up position, his mouth was full of my hair and I felt his teeth bite into my scalp as he reached his climax with some type of growl that sounded like a bear or a lion.
I already know what you’re thinking. You’re saying, okay we can plainly see the horror in this tale. But where, for heaven’s sake, is the HUMOR?
Well I’ll tell you. The truly funny thing is that I agreed to see this same boxer guy again. Not just once, but twice more. You have to laugh at that. I mean, maybe you know something about me that I don’t know. So perhaps you saw that coming, but honestly I didn’t.
I could have sworn I hated him and all three of his fists. And yet…there was just something that drew me back to him.
I don’t know. I suppose I just had to relive it to convince myself it was real. Especially as he climaxed with my hair and scalp in his teeth and then screamed, “I love you!” at the height of his release. Or either he screamed “I love it.” Remember that he had some sort of speech impediment that may have been caused by brain injury. Either way it gave me a total rush beyond anything I’d ever felt before. One of the only reasons, in fact that I didn’t continue seeing this guy was because my hair doesn’t grow nearly as quickly as I’d like. I already had 3 tiny places where there was either a bald patch or the hair was peculiarly and oddly broken, thanks to him. I didn’t want to have to start purchasing hair plugs just to keep being able to have rough-and tumble-sex. You understand.