“Are you tired of my hair?” Jamie asked Nils.

“No, of course not,” Nils declared. “I love your hair. I like everything about it. The color. The feel. The shape.”

“So you say,” Jamie said. “But what about my pussy hair?”

“But you usually shave,” Nils said.

“I’m thinking I might let it grow. Wouldn’t it be fun to have some fur there for winter? A nice soft pelt?”

“Are you cold?” Nils asked. “Maybe I could warm you up.” Without waiting for an answer, Nils pounced.

The warming up took an hour or so, with Jamie falling into a deep sleep afterward.

Nils snuggled with her for a while, then went off to take a shower, and when he returned, he regarded Jamie, sleeping naked atop the covers, her countenance one of complete peace.

It was true, he loved her hair. No need for a change. But even so, he imagined her with a golden pelt of pussy fur, and with a long blonde braid, one with an adorably frizzly tip that she might use to tickle his penis. Suddenly Nils sported an ardent erection. So much he wanted to embrace Jamie again. To drive his cock into her cunt. But it wouldn’t be right to disturb her. Probably she’d wake up soon. Probably she’d be eager for his embrace. Soon. But until then he could paint her.

painting by Nils