A Night With The Girls

My wife, Diane, had very long and soft auburn hair. It was very thick as well. It fell to the middle of her back in very large and soft curls that spilled over her shoulders. One night I had just come home from work and she was sitting there by her vanity lightly combing her hair. As I watched her I began to get very, very excited and somewhat lost watching her.

By Maurice Mickey Maschke

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"Mickey, why don't you come over and comb my hair for me?" She said drawing me closer to her. As I then stood behind her and began to run the comb through her hair I could feel myself getting more and more lost in her hair. She began telling me how easy it was to get lost in it. How soft it was, how thick and how deep. Her perfume began to filter up and around my entire head, losing me more under her spell. The comb began to get heavier and heavier in my hand until I couldn't hold it anymore and it fell to the floor. I just stood there staring into her hair and smelling her perfume. She then laughed and suggested that I bend over and smell her hair and feel it on my face. By this time I was so mindless that I could not resist her. I bent over and began to brush my face with her hair. She then talked about my getting lost in it. And how I was becoming mindless and stupid and weak.

"That's it, Mickey. Just let your mind become blank. Just get lost in my hair. You're getting trapped there, Mickey. You are getting lost. Deeper and deeper. You can't escape. You are lost in my hair. That's it.. Just get lost, mindless, stupid and weak. That's it..."

I was now so weak and under her control that when she told me to take off my clothes I found it to be something that I had to do. I stripped naked. She wheeled around and made me look deeply into her eyes. She laughed at me as she began to caress me, making me very, very hard. I was falling deeper and deeper under her spell. I was lost. She told me that I would do anything that she told me to. And I agreed. She then asked me if I wanted to be a girl. And she made me beg for her to turn me into a girl.

"That's it, Mickey. You will do anything and everything that I tell you. That's it. You're under my spell my pet. You are under my hypnotic spell. Now, wouldn't you like me to turn you into my lesbian slave? Hmmmm? How would that be for me to lose you in softness and make you my lesbian girl slave? Would you like that my pet?"

And I begged her to to do it. At that point she made me kiss her love canal. She pushed my face to her soft patch and I began to kiss her magic place with my lips over and over again. She kept telling me how she was going to turn me into a girl and make me her slave. I was getting harder and harder as she spoke. Her body began to tremble greatly as she then found my lips to be bringing her to that point of explosion. She laughed at me with how she had so easily now made me her slave and she told me that she was going to lose me forever in softness. And with that, her hips jerked upwards and her back arched with her exploding before me.

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