Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Found a New Blog

Guess what guys, this isn't the only shampoo fetish blog out there!

I found Shampoo Stories a little while ago. There are only two entries so far, I hope whoever this is writes more! It also makes me wonder what else is out there. I've tried to search for shampoo blogs on Blogger, but their search feature is useless in that sense.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

The Accident

Two frat guys rough-housing at a party caused an innocent female bystander to become soaked with beer. The boys felt terrible for the accident and offered to help clean her up. The girl, tipsy herself thought it would be fun, so they escorted her upstairs to one of the bathrooms. There she removed her shorts, but kept her tank top and panties on to maintain some modesty, and the boys filled the tub with soap and water. The girl blushed with excitement as she got into the tub.

They weren't sure what to wash first, but her hair seemed like a good bet. One poured a good amount of shampoo onto her head, and the two of them began to scrub and massage. She giggled at first, then, no longer able to contain herself, let out a gasp of pleasure. It did feel pretty amazing, having four hands lathering her up. The boys realized she was enjoying herself, and decided to scrub a little more vigorously. She began to moan as her whole head was becoming engulfed in rich, creamy lather. The soap was falling down to her shoulders, down her back and chest. She was getting clean, all right.

After a good ten minutes of scrubbing, the girl looked up at the guys and said "don't you wanna wash the rest of me?" And with that, she drained the tub of water, leaving only the mountain of suds. She gently pulled the boys into the tub with her, and the three of them began an extreme shampoo session that would last hours.
I should probably mention that I did eventually tell the guy I'm seeing about my fetish. We were on a camping trip, and I'd mentioned earlier that I had a fetish but I was too shy to tell him what it was. I sort of made him guess, dropping hints and telling him when he got close. I'll never forget it, we were sitting on a bench, under the stars, outside the cabin when I told him. He told me he'd wash my hair when we got back from the trip.

And he's amazing at it! He's washed my hair maybe 3 or 4 times, not that often, but whenever he does it he does a fantastic job and it feels incredible. He's a pretty wonderful guy overall, I think I'm in for a great summer . . . as long as I don't screw this one up. I'd been pretty good at keeping the crazy at bay, but then PMS rolled around, and it's been a little harder to fight off the jealousy. I just gotta remind myself that yes, he sometimes flirts with his female friends, but he doesn't mean anything by it; and at the end of the day, I'm the one he's taking home. I hope it stays that way, and he doesn't run away, because he really is my miracle.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Shyness Sucks

Things have been going really well with this new guy. We have great chemistry, and I feel really good about him. I'm actually kind of glad I ran away a few years ago, thinking he was a tad sketchy; it's as though the goddess was whispering in my ear "stay away, you're not ready for him yet." And it's true, up until recently I've been clingy and emotionally high maintenance, among other annoying features, but in the wake of recent events I've matured quite a bit, and now I can keep my crazy down to tolerable amounts. Maybe this time I won't mess things up.

BUT I haven't told him about my fetish yet. I'm not sure how to, the timing needs to be just right. I'm too shy to even offer to wash his hair. Gahh what is wrong with me? Do I just not want to scare him away with excess weirdness? It's not like he comes to my place where I can leave subtle hints lying around, I go to his place where we can get more privacy, since I have a roommate right now. Ack, I miss having a single bedroom. Oh well, it's only for another month.

What I do know is this guy has magic fingers. He's given me massages, he even massaged my scalp a couple times. I have no doubt he could give a great shampoo, and maybe he does have experience with it. Maybe he enjoys it too, but for one reason or another is too shy to bring it up. He did say he didn't have any known fetishes though, so that's out, although he hasn't asked me if I have any. That is, he hasn't asked yet . . .

I know, I know, I'm a hypocrite. I tell people to go for it, I encourage women to speak up about their fetishes and ask for what they want. It's hard, I get it, and maybe I'm in no place to give that kind of encouragement

Oh jeez, how much do you wanna bet that once I tell him I have a shampoo fetish, he Googles "shampoo fetish" and finds this blog? That'd be crazy awkward . . . Then again, I don't think any guy I've dated has researched information on shampoo fetishes, or even sought YouTube videos to help him learn how to wash hair, so what are the odds of this new guy coming across this blog? And would it totally weird him out enough to scare him away?