Thursday, September 29, 2011

It's Times Like This . . .

 . . . that I wish I had a boyfriend. No really. I know it sounds wicked anti-feminist, but right now I could use one. For you see, my arm hurts. No idea why, didn't injure it, it just hurts. Washing my hair may be a bit difficult, so I wish I had a boyfriend to help me out. No way am I asking a friend to do it, with my fetish it'd just be weird.

I did actually consider mentioning it to the guy I like - we've hung out a few times but haven't actually kissed or anything, much less started dating, but I'm about 80% sure he likes me. Anyway, I considered mentioning that my arm hurts and I have to wash my hair tomorrow which will be hard, just to see if he offers to help - yeah no, I'm not asking for that, I might as well drag him aboard the train to Crazy Town. Also I didn't mention it because we were too busy talking about other things. Maybe if he messages me tonight or tomorrow I'll be all "ugh, I have to go to the doctor tomorrow" and go from there. Man, if he's into shampooing, that would be a great sign. But so far I have yet to find one guy who is (in person, obviously I've met guys on the internet who are, and no I'm not inviting a stranger into my apartment to wash my hair!)

I also really miss getting massages.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Male Stylist, Yay! . . . ?

So today I called my local salon and day spa to set up a back-to-school haircut, and I got an appointment with a male hairstylist. I've never had my hair done by a guy before, ever. I've never had a guy wash my hair in a salon before, which of course is the most exciting part, and I'm really hoping he is the one to wash my hair. I just hope I don't get too excited if you know what I mean. I have a hard enough time hiding my excitement and pleasure when a woman washes my hair, when a man's doing it I'll be over the moon and I just know it'll show on my face despite my best efforts.

It's just so embarrassing how much I like being shampooed, ever since my mom pointed out to the stylist that I love having my hair washed. I wanted to die right there in the chair.

And boy am I looking forward to getting shampooed. Me and the really good shampooer broke up a couple weeks ago, and sadly I've been washing my own hair ever since.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Video Fraud

In an earlier post I announced that Shampoowatcher had posted some awesome new videos for sale. Turns out, they weren't his. Well, some were, but the Sammy videos were not. They were originally made by someone who goes by Latherfreak, purchased off his website, edited to give him the credit, and put up for sale on his website. That's low, really low. He didn't put it up for free torrenting, or send copies of the file to his friends, he tried to make money off it.

And I get it, as I said earlier, sometimes you gotta make some dough off your work. Honestly, it sucks that his new stuff wasn't free, because I did appreciate the full-length videos that were easy to find. I believe he used to be honest when he was posting stuff that wasn't his, but were sent to him by fans.

Normally I'd encourage people to buy his videos and support him, but in this case I'm going to rescind any of that encouragement I may have posted earlier, at least until he comes out and publicly acknowledges and apologizes for what he did. What this guy did to make a quick buck was low, and I'd rather people spend their money on videos made by honest video makers, such as Latherfreak. His videos aren't for everyone, and most don't appeal to me, but if something there strikes your fancy and you have the money, buy it! I'm serious, guys, a full-length video is way better than a quick YouTube preview. Remember, we need to support the people who make these videos, or they'll stop making them and you won't even have the YouTube previews to watch for free.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Best Entry on Dear Blank, Please Blank

 (for those of you out of the loop, Dear Blank Please Blank is a meme website where . . . you know what? Just click the link and find out for yourself, I can't really explain it)

Dear hair salon stylists,
Why does it never feel this good when I wash my hair myself?!

Monday, July 25, 2011

New (Sexy) Videos from Shampoowatcher; Fireman's Foam and Foam Parties

I gotta say, I've admired this guy. He's been great with posting frequent videos, and for the most part they've been full-length ones. Now, he's posting pay-to-download movies, which is cool, I get that bills need to be paid. It does sorta suck though, seeing the one provider of free shampoo videos start charging for their work, but hey, we're in a recession. Even I'm trying to make a few bucks off this blog from advertising.

I haven't bought anything from the guy yet, but I intend to. The "sammy getting lathered" preview looks really good, but I'm trying to hold onto my money this summer - and yet I'm not doing a fantastic job. Being in a relationship costs money - going to the movies, going out to eat, even going to visit him now costs money since I moved back home. And when he's traveling the world, going to see him will cost a small fortune. Anyway, the idea of an X-rated shampoo video intrigues me since I've never seen one, but since I'm not a guy and thus don't enjoy blowjobs, I probably wouldn't get off to a video that's just a shampoo and BJ. Shampoo and sex sounds kinda hot though.

ALSO a town in my area does this thing every year where kids get to play in big piles of foam, which is provided by the fire department. I don't know if it has any practical uses for fighting fires, or where the tradition came from, but they cover a field in the stuff and kids love it. Kinda gives me an idea for a concept video, really. A fireman (or firemen) covering a woman with the foam and then washing her down. I wonder if any washing, hair or otherwise, happens at those foam parties that occur. My boyfriend says there are tons of foam parties in Ibiza, which makes me want to go check it out if I can, but I also know that there are a few foam parties held in the US. Not sure where though. I have friends who attend raves, and I'd certainly go with them if there was ever a foam rave. Yeah, like I'd ever get that lucky. If only there was a fetish club for people like me - unfortunately, the Shampoo nightclub in Philadelphia is not actually a shampoo club. The name lies. LIES, I SAY!

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

When SPD is a Blessing

I've had SPD, or Sensory Processing Disorder, my whole life. It's made me a little weird - it's meant I can't go on rollercoasters, or eat foods like mashed potatoes without gagging. I've had trouble driving a car or understanding verbal instructions, making me look like a dumbass. It's made me extremely anti-social.

It's also made me very physically sensitive.

This has meant great things for my sexual partners, because I've been so sensitive to their touches. This also may in fact be one of the reasons why I like being shampooed, or just washed in general, and why I craved being touched and massaged by my boyfriends. I feel it more than others can, and it feels extra amazing. I guess that's a decent trade-off for all the crap I've had to endure with the disorder.

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?