AN: This is just something that poped into my mind. What to you think? Do you want me to continue? Leave a comment and tell me.
He stands in the shower. Letting the hot water stream down his body. It's late, maybe too late for a shower. But he doesn't care. It's been a long time since he took a shower like this. A long hot shower isn't something he can get every day, even if he wanted. When you're working as hard as he his you should be lucky to get a shower once a week. That's the only downside with his work. He likes to shower. He likes to be clean. Newly washed clothes after a hot shower is almost euphoric to him.
Slowly he massages his head and lets the conditioner work its way onto every hair. He has very soft hair. Like silk some people has told him in the past. He's always been proud of his hair. And he loves the feeling of clean hair. Then it moves so sexy when the wind blows through it. And he knows that there are others that loves his hair almost as much as he does. He's seen it in their eyes. How their looks lingers just a little too long on his hair. And he knows that they just want to touch it. If he'll let them, they would do anything for him. He knows that, but is yet to see if it's true. Tonight he's gonna try his newfound power, the power of his hair. He feels the excitement running through his body, arousing every inch of him.