At the hair salon tonight, a new girl washed my hair. She went through the usual routine, but before she finished, she placed her fingers along the front of my hairline, and with constant pressure, slowly worked her way back.
The water was warm, my hair was wet, and I felt the tension going down my scalp. It was completely sublime.
The edges of my lips started curling, but I couldn’t tell if I was helplessly smiling, or it was the stretching of my skin upwards.
In the shower tonight, when washing out the stray hairs, I tried doing it on myself. It didn’t feel the same, of course.
It was like that scene in Secretary, where Lee Holloway (played by Maggie Gyllenhaal) tries to spank herself with a hairbrush when exploring her submissive tendencies. I love the expression of intent, and ultimately letdown, on her face.
The problem with manual stimulation is that it never feels as good as when someone else does it for you.