My ex had absolutely gorgeous, thick, dark blonde hair—soft and luxurious to the touch. At its longest, it reached about six inches below her bra strap. I never really thought about a "hairjob" at the time, but I liked to fuck her from behind, playing with her hair.

Then, out of nowhere, she told me she was getting a haircut. I didn’t think much of it—until she came back with a pixie cut. I was honestly devastated. When I asked her why, she just shrugged and said, “I’m not a teenager anymore. And besides, did you marry me for my hair?”