there's something about a woman settling into my chair, trusting me with her hair, her neck, her breath that close. i get to run my hands through and decide how she looks when she walks out. you tell me that's not the most intimate kind of control.
there's something about a woman settling into my chair, trusting me with her hair, her neck, her breath that close. i get to run my hands through and decide how she looks when she walks out. you tell me that's not the most intimate kind of control.