Inshayia (by sean)

do you know how to pull her hair? he asked the man who stood before me.
oh yes, I know how to do that, he replied confidently.

I stood quietly, my eyes closed. I felt the heat of his body as his fingers probed through my hair and tangled it into his two fists near my scalp, pulling it painlessly downward. the first man sought permission from us both, then reached in and up through my hair. he gathered handfuls of it and raised my body. I was adrift on ocean waves. my body was loose and fluid. my toes remained on the floor but my heels rose, my body following the hands in my hair. I was not afraid. my hair was in a man's hands.

he brought me down and released me. they commented on my willingness and responsiveness. they asked me how it felt. I looked at each of them in wonder and disbelief. it did not hurt one bit. I was dismayed to find myself released. he smiled at me and laughed knowingly. I want more.