I was 19 years old when I first thought of being intimate with a long-haired girl. I later discovered that this feeling of attraction towards long-haired women is my fetish. I want to be around long hair for life.
When I was 21, there was this internet revolution happening through Jio, which made everyone a creator on YouTube. Since I had a long hair fetish, I used to watch long hair fetish videos on YouTube. I used to watch a channel which had a girl doing videos for them regularly.
Her name was Aishani, which literally means Goddess and indeed was a Goddess of long hair. She has big eyes. She is well built (must be working out) and must be in her early 30s. Aishani’s figure is 38-30-36, busty, tight upper body.
The best part that I loved about her was her lustrous and thick hair. They run down to her ankles. All black flows like a magical waterfall when it is left open. Aishani was 5 feet 5 inches tall. I was such a big fan of his videos that I used to masturbate while watching her play with her hair.
I was getting mad about having a conversation with this girl, Aishani. I started looking for her across all social media platforms. Then I finally found her on instagram, tagged on that YouTube channel’s Instagram page. When I was about to message Aishani, I was thinking how big of a fool am I?
But then I thought this was my only possible chance of reaching my long hair Goddess Aishani. After almost a week, I finally did send her a respectful message, to which she didn’t reply. I was restless. I used to check my Instagram inbox 20 times every hour, and still, there was no reply.
After waiting for two days, I was anxious and sad. At that time, I was completing my education in Dhanbad. Then I literally went to Kolkata, where she used to shoot for that channel. Kolkata was a few hours drive from Dhanbad. I planned to stay with a friend in Kolkata.
As soon as I reached Kolkata, I was baffled as I got a notification from Instagram. And it was none other than my Long Hair Goddess Aishani. As I think of it now, it was merely a reply to my message. But I thought I had won the world. Her reply was everything to me, and my excitement was on the roof.
It was also my first day in Kolkata. We chatted all evening and I got to hear her story. Aishani is a humble girl, born and raised in Kolkata. She got married to a small B-grade movie producer when she was very young. She got married under family pressure.
She is also treated ill by her husband. Her husband doesn’t even satisfy her. Aishani is also a girl with a long hair fetish. She gives a few hours for her hair daily. All that I understood, Aishani was mentally in a bad space because of her husband. He cared about money, not her at all.
Aishani and I bonded pretty well over our chat. We decided to meet the same night at a temple. I was waiting outside the temple. I saw a beautiful-looking girl in a saree coming towards the temple entrance. I could see her shiny braids reaching her knee length, moving like a thick pendulum.
All the people were amazed by Aishani’s hair near that temple. It took her time to recognise me. I am well built, 6ft tall with a broad chest as I work out regularly, wheatish skin, with a French beard. We were interacting strangely as we had met for the first time.
I also shared my hair fetish stories with her and also how stupidly I came all the way from Dhanbad to Kolkata looking for her. She laughed a lot with me. She also told me that she now lives without her husband, who is a paedophile. I was shocked at how someone elderly can be like that with young children.
Her husband was in jail. Aishani earns well by doing long hair modelling and is now financially independent. She has filed for a divorce with her husband. While spending time with Aishani, I realised that she is coming out of a bad phase in life.
She wants good companionship. I was being a good company. I was also very honest with her about my hair fetish. After great conversations I dropped her home from the temple. My friend picked me up and we went to eat out.
In the night at my friend’s flat, I got a message from Aishani that she had a great and meaningful time with me. I was feeling like love. But then I realised it is lust of that long-haired Goddess whom I used to enjoy on screen while watching YouTube.
I thought it would be best I directly convey what I think to Aishani face to face, without playing with her emotions. I knew where she lived, so I rushed to her home. It was almost 10 pm. I knocked on the gate of her flat and said my name from behind the gate.
She opened the gate in a hurry. As she opened the gate, I could see a Hair Goddess with open hair flowing in every direction, wearing a silky night maxi. The tip of her long hairs were wet. Her fingers were also wet and she had fatigue on her face.
She was doing something before I came, and she was also surprised to see me on her gate at that time. I honestly told her that we had quite a meaning conversation that evening. I feel very sad about the way her husband has treated her. But my long hair fetish brought me back to you.
As she heard this, she blushed and pulled me through my collar in her flat. I was not sure what was happening. Then she came towards me and pulled me closer. I realised that I had to go with the flow. She unlocked my excitement level to infinity. My dick was standing tall to salute my long-haired Goddess.
Our lips touched, and we sucked the life out of each other’s lips while we were covered with Aishani’s Rapunzel hair. We kissed for more than 20 minutes, and Aishani whispered in my ears. Before I came to her home, she was fingering with her hair tips in her cunt.
I was amazed by just thinking about the visual of naked Aishani putting her hair and fingers in her cunt. It was a dream come true to be in this lucky situation with my long hair goddess. She then pulled down my pants.
My cock got so erect that it was pointing towards the ceiling. She then collected her dark black hair and put around my 9 inches champion in a spiral way. She then started walking towards her bedroom. I was also walking naked 5 ft behind her.
Hair Great hair acts as a bridge between us till her bedroom.
To be continued in PART 2.