Natasha Popova - The lonely librarian with very long hair and a hair fetish

Natasha Popova, the enigmatic woman with a rich history, hailing from Moscow and made the journey to Den Haag in the early '90s as a child. Now at 45 years old, standing at 5 feet 2 inches, she carries a charming, cute presence that transcends her chubby stature. Natasha's killer smile is her most attractive feature, possessing a magnetic quality capable of melting even the sturdiest of rocks. She was one of the librarians at the city’s main library. She spoke fluent English, Russian and Dutch. She pretty much kept to herself. However, like a Russian matryoshka doll each part of life was more mysterious than the other.  One of the biggest mysteries that she carried around was the huge bun that adorned the top of the head like a crown. It was subject to speculation, ridicule and even proposals.

However, Natasha has never worn hair down in public. It has always been concealed. For she knew the effect they have on her and how sensual and sexually stimulating they can be. Therefore, Natasha has kept her locks a closely guarded secret, a secret known only to her and the whispers of her hair in the silence. The intricate buns and twists, each carefully crafted, carry a sensual undertone. To the discerning eye, they were a voluptuous abundance that lies beneath. The thickness of the twists, the size of the buns were magnificient and dripping with sensuality. Natasha's hair is an enigma forcing onlookers to turn around and stare often. To a hairlover it was an enigmatic mistress, enticing them to  imagine the untold story beneath the artful ties.

Natasha has an organized routine that kicks off at 5 AM when her alarm goes off. She's into tea, has a bunch of different kinds she likes to pick from. After her tea fix, she gets into some yoga and, weather permitting, goes for a run to kickstart her day. By 7 AM, she's back home, transitioning from self-care mode to getting ready for work.

Even though the library is just a 10-minute walk away, Natasha takes almost an hour of self-indulgence in the morning to brush her hair in front of large mirror in her bedroom.  Natasha's moments in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection, are imbued with a deep sense of self-love. As her eyes meet the image staring back at her, she gets turned on rather intensely and she can’t help herself from looking at the reflection of a full-bodied blonde goddess with juicy boobs that defy gravity with their perkiness. She gets intense arousal by the touch of her own hair over her body. Most often than not she uses an assortment of sex toys including the famous rabbit dildo to pleasure herself while she looks at her own reflection in the mirror cascaded in her golden tresses. Yet, amidst the self-love, there are moments of vulnerability. In the, Natasha occasionally craves the touch of another. The yearning for connection weaves through these solitary mornings, a subtle reminder that, despite the self-admiration, there exists a desire for the warmth and intimacy that only another person can bring. It's a complex interplay between self-sufficiency and the acknowledgment of a human need for closeness and touch.

She is back home at 5 PM, and again weather permitting goes out for another run. Her hair always tucked in. She is back home by 6, where she follows her evening ritual of brushing her hair and oiling them to keep them nourished. She washes her hair every Saturday night, where she enjoys a lot more of self-love while relaxing in the warm waters of the bathtub. The warm sensation of water around her pussy would make her very aroused. She used a variety of dildos in different shapes and color. However, she got her best orgasms when she had her hair rubbing her pussy and butt plug in her ass. She would undo her massive bun and let herself engulfed by her silken strands as they twirl in water around her.

At times,she thought she was a freak for loving herself and her hair this much. Little did she know that there are a lot of hair fetishers who would die to be with such a woman. Being a Russian, Natasha loved her Whiskey, not vodka and her occasional cigar. She had a large study room in her apartment where she would once in a while slip in to indulge in her mafia fantasy.

This afternoon, as Natasha scrolled through her social media feed, a post from the long hair club caught her eye—an invitation for a long hair meets and greet over the weekend. Intrigued by the prospect of meeting like-minded individuals and perhaps forging new connections, Natasha made up her mind to attend the event. She somehow felt aroused by thoughts of meeting another long-haired person like her. Maybe another woman with equally gorgeous traces. A myriad of thoughts raced through her mind as she walked back from the library. Once at home, she skipped her usual evening run, and freshened up and wore a pair of sexy blue satin gown. She loved this gown, it was her favourite. It was sexy yet comfortable. It caressed each and every curve of her body.  She put on some erotic jazz music and poured herself a large glass of whiskey.

As Natasha sat on her couch, brushing out her long blonde hair, she found herself becoming increasingly aroused. The soft whisper of the brush against her locks was enough to send shivers down her spine and a warmth pooling between her legs. She loved how the strands cascaded down her back, tickling against her skin as they fell into place.

She couldn’t help but stare into the reflection that greeted back at her, a beautiful sight indeed. Her long blonde tresses cascaded down past mid-thigh in an unending river of silkiness; it was a true work of art crafted by nature itself.  

Her fingers danced through strands of silkiness while thoughts filled up every corner in her mind about what would come next; whether it was just another daydream or something more tangible like an actual sexual encounter with someone who shared similar tastes as hers did - using hair play during intimate moments together. She had always been intrigued by the sensation that came from touching herself through her own locks, wrapping them around various parts of body to create a unique form or stimulation for self-gratification. She always felt this to be her own secret. She reached out and began to run her fingers through the waves, marveling at how soft they felt against skin—a sensation that seemed almost too good to be real. But as she continued this action more intently than before, something else caught her attention: a dildo rested on top of an old wooden dresser nearby.

Without thinking twice about it (or even removing the whiskey glass from hand), Natasha grabbed hold of the dildo and started to insert its tip into herself with determination—a move which sent ripples throughout her body in response, making every fiber tingle beneath skin's surface. She then took a moment for deep breath before leaning back slightly on the chair behind her; this allowed her hairbrushes and comb to fall onto floor as well since they were no longer needed anymore due their absence from being used earlier in day when she had styled them up properly according usual routines.

 

Feeling quite liberated now, Natasha began running fingers through waves once again while still using dildo inside herself—a sensation that was both arousing and satisfying at same time; it felt like heavenly bliss!  With eyes closed, she began stroking the dildo slowly up between her legs as thoughts filled her mind about what it would feel like if only...if there was something more? Could she possibly find pleasure in such an act with just a device inserted inside of herself or did she need another element to take things over-the-top?

 

She decided on the later and began braiding up some hair from her head, weaving strands together until they formed one large rope that hung down past mid thigh. Using this Natasha, then slid back onto the dildo once again—this time feeling each individual curl brushing against every inch of sensitive skin inside and out. Her eyes were closed tightly now as waves after wave crashed over her body, sending shivers down spine while making sure no part remained untouched by the intoxicating combination of pleasure and hair play.re grew stronger with each passing second, reaching new heights every moment spent within this intimate act between self and her hair.

 

As she continued to pleasure herself using her favourite  method involving both hair and dildo, Natasha could feel waves of sensation building up inside her body; each passing moment bringing closer the inevitable climax that would release tension stored within for so long now. The soft moans escaping from depths of throat were music to ears as they echoed through space around them creating an intimate atmosphere filled with passion and desire unparalleled by anything else experienced before this moment arrived at last... As the intensity reached its peak, Natasha let out a loud cry while arching her back in ecstasy. Her body trembled violently under sheer force of orgasmic release; every muscle contracted and expanded rhythmically until finally subsiding into quiet peace once again leaving only faint traces behind - remnants whisperings about pleasurable moments spent alone but far from lonely within comforts confines home.

 

In the morning light pouring through window panes casting dancing shadows across walls around them; Natasha woke up feeling refreshed and ready for new day ahead. She resumed her morning route, and dressed quickly then headed off towards work where responsibilities awaited but somehow felt different now knowing there may be another person who has a long hair fetish like that she may find in the upcoming Long hair club meeting.