The loud buzzing of the razor echoes in the room, sending a little shiver down my spine. The sound reminds me of a hive of bees that I once disturbed.
Fingers run through my hair, a pleasing sensation that is relaxing and soothing, yet titillating and erotic. The buzzing continues as hair falls like blades of grass being mowed and I hold my breath in anticipation of getting nicked. It doesn’t occur and I let out a sigh of relief.
“All done,” she giggles.
“What’s so funny?”
“It does look bigger.”
