finding hansumfella

part 3 - the hair

I sat at my desk, watching HansumFella's chill stream with undivided attention. His mild personality, broken chair, Ice Spice obsession, crooked teeth, adhd fuelled personality had always been a draw, but there was something else that had been catching my eye lately: his curly hair.

It was a wild, unkempt mass of curls that seemed to have a life of its own. Every time he tossed his head or ran his fingers through it, I couldn't help but feel a little thrill of excitement in my toes. I had never been obsessed with someone's hair before, but there was something about HansumFella's that had me completely smitten. God, just the thought of touching his hair brought me to an orgasm.

As the stream continued, my eyes were fixed firmly on his curls. I studied every twist and turn, every unruly strand that refused to be tamed. The best part was watching it dry. Thankfully he showered before streaming, and I had the pleasure of watching the curls firm up for me.  And then, just when I thought things couldn't get any more intense, a viewer asked if he would cut his hair. 

My heart leapt into my throat at the thought. Cut his hair? No way. That hair was too precious, too beautiful to be lost forever. If he cut it, I would die.

I typed frantically in the chat, begging him not to cut it. I told him how much I loved his curls, how they were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I even offered to buy him a lifetime supply of hair products if he promised not to touch a single strand. I would do anything for that man's head. 

To my relief, HansumFella laughed off the request, joking about how he just got a haircut because his curls were getting in the way of the stream. But I couldn't shake the feeling of panic that had settled in my chest. What if he did cut his hair? What would become of me?

As the stream came to a close, I knew that I had to take matters into my own hands. I couldn't risk losing HansumFella's hair forever. How would I ever get off? So I knew I had to do the unthinkable: get his hair for myself. 

It was a crazy, impulsive decision, but I couldn't help myself. I had to have a piece of him with me always, and his curls were the most precious thing of all.

It was a risky idea, but I was determined. I would sneak into HansumFella's house and steal a lock of his hair, just so I could have a piece of him with me always. But the thought of getting caught and getting blocked from his stream made my heart race with fear.. and excitement.

For days, I plotted and planned, studying the layout of his house and figuring out the best way to sneak in undetected. Every time I watched his stream, my excitement grew, knowing that soon I would be up close and personal with those glorious curls. It was orgasmic. 

Finally, the night arrived. I slipped out of my house and made my way to HansumFella's, heart pounding with anticipation. As I approached his front door, I could hear him snoring softly from inside. 

I carefully picked the lock and slipped inside, my heart racing with fear and excitement. I tiptoed through the darkened house, void of any decor except for a Live Laugh Love sign from Goodwill. Then, my eyes fixed on the prize: Fella himself. Thankfully, he was face down ass up. God that ass is voluptuous. I grabbed my scissors and got closer and closer, holding back a gag. Even though it clear he hadn't showered that day, I was determined. 

snip snip snip 

As I snipped like a teenage jewish boy's doctor, I took a few locks from each section of his head. I held them to my nose, inhaling deeply. Fucking three-in-one. How could he use such nasty product on such beautiful hair. 

But that feeling faded, replaced by the intoxicating scent, a heady mix of sweat and shampoo and something uniquely HansumFella. I knew that I would treasure these locks forever, smelling them every day and dreaming of the day when I could touch his hair once more. I snuck back out and returned home to play with myself and the hair. 

But the next day, something unexpected happened: HansumFella showed up on his stream with a buzz cut. WHAT THE FUCK? All of his curly hair was gone, replaced by a short and tidy style. I was devastated. I had risked everything to get those locks, and now they were meaningless. Or were they?

I watched in agony as HansumFella explained his decision, his words falling on deaf ears. All I could see was the image of his shorn hair, lying in a tangled heap on the floor. He looked like the donkey from Shrek. My happiness was gone. 

But even though HansumFella had destroyed his hair, I had rescued a few locks. From that moment on, I knew I had to nourish what remained. He might be gone, but his hair would live on.

And now, every day, I hold that lock of hair close to my chest, inhaling deeply and dreaming of the day when I can be close to HansumFella once more. He may have cut off his curls, but my love for him will never fade.