Idle Hands NSFW Short Story

Hey guys,

Haven’t posted a written story in a while. Here’s one I’ve been sitting on titled Idle Hands. I might also translate this into a comic if demand is high, so let me know what you think of this. Otherwise enjoy!

Idle Hands

The rain pattered on the window of a single bedroom apartment. Inside, the ceiling fan spun slowly as a young woman laid under it on her couch. Her phone held near her face. The sounds of random, mindless videos played out of her phone. A text popped up on her phone. The text read sorry Cynthia I’ve got work until late tonight. Would come over otherwise. I’m sure it’s tough since you and Ryan broke up. Maybe we can hang tomorrow? The woman sighed and set her phone down on the coffee table in frustration. “Ugh what a boring day! There's nothing to do and no one wants to do anything!” Cynthia thought to herself as she rolled over on the couch. Her shoulder length auburn hair slid down into her face as she turned. She went to push the hair out of her face but then stopped to inspect it closer. As she looked she noticed the ends were desperate for a trim. She normally wore her hair a little shorter but she had been toying with growing it out. That and a bit of laziness. “Guess that’s what I get for being cheap and using crappy shampoo. I should get it cut but I know Ashley is booked all week. Ugh there’s nothing to do! I’m so bored I’m going to pee literally out of boredom.” Cynthia grumpily rolled off the couch onto her knees then slowly stood up and walked over to her bathroom.

Cynthia was washing her hands after she finished when she noticed a small black case sitting behind the bathroom door. Confused. She walked over and picked it up. Her confusion turned to annoyance when she realized what it was. It was Ryan’s stupid clipper set. Ryan wore his hair in a buzz cut and had bought the kit to save money and had Cynthia cut his hair for him. It should have been a sign he wasn’t the greatest. However, she couldn’t deny she did enjoy cutting his hair. She opened the case. Everything still laid there from the last time she used it on him. “I’m surprised he hasn’t called wanting them back.” Cynthia thought to herself as she picked up the clippers and studied them. Her thumb ran over the teeth of the clipper blades, dusting off tiny pieces of hair she hadn’t cleaned off before. A lock of her hair once again fell into her face. She looked up in the mirror. Annoyed by the lock dangling in front of her. She brushed it aside.

She had to admit, her hair had looked better. Besides the cheap shampoo she had tried to box dye her hair and damaged it as well. “Honestly a fresh start might be better than hanging onto this mess.” Cynthia chuckled to herself. She placed the clippers up to her forehead as a joke. Her stomach lurched like she was on a roller coaster as they hovered there. However a rush of excitement also filled her. Cynthia’s senses returned and she quickly put them down. “What am I thinking?! I’m just being ridiculous!”

As she set the clippers down, Cynthia felt something she hadn’t noticed before. A pair of scissors were also included in the set. Cynthia’s curiosity returned. She picked the scissors up and opened and closed them quickly. Snip snip went the blades as they slid against each other. Cynthia studied herself in the mirror. The butterflies returned in her stomach stronger this time. “I mean clippers would be a bit too much but a little bit off the ends wouldn’t hurt would it?” She asked herself almost as if she was trying to convince herself.

Cynthia grabbed a lock from the back bottom of her hairline. “Maybe I could cut just a little from the back. No one would notice that right?” She thought to herself. She felt herself getting more excited as she stood at the mirror. Cynthia brought the scissors up to the lock of hair and opened them around the captive lock. Her stomach tightened in a mixture of nerves and excitement at the possibility of doing this. A rush of fear came over her and she quickly set the scissors down on the sink. “No no what am I doing? This is crazy. I need to just put this up and text Ryan and tell him to get his crap out of my apartment.”

Cynthia put the scissors back in the case and went to close the case but something made her stop. As much as she was terrified of it, the thought of actually cutting her hair thrilled her. Maybe even turned her on if she could admit that. If she really let herself think about it she did get really turned on buzzing Ryan’s hair. 9 times out of 10 Ryan usually got lucky after getting his haircut. She hadn’t really pieced it together at the time. “Do I have a thing for haircutting?” She asked herself. Cynthia took the scissors back out of the case. She once again grabbed the lock of hair at the back of her head near her nape. She brought the scissors up to the lock. She stared at herself in the mirror for a few seconds. “A little wouldn’t hurt right?” She tried to assure herself. “No one wouldn’t notice a lock cut in the back would they?” She felt herself being more convinced. Her finger quivered. Her stomach tightened. Then finally, snip.

Cynthia gasped. Her mouth agape staring at herself in the mirror holding a small piece of hair that was just attached to her head. Probably a 1/4 of an inch. She began to laugh a little in shock. She stared for a few more moments. “I can’t believe I just did that! I think I’m losing my mind!” She studied the cut lock of hair. Amazed that she actually cut it. She had to admit it felt amazing doing that. Such a release. “She set the scissors down for a moment and studied her hair. Running her hands through it to see the damage. Much to her surprise she really couldn’t even notice it once it laid back with the rest of her hair. A wave of relief came over her but also that feeling in her stomach returned. “See, you can’t even notice you did anything.” The mischievous voice returned in her head. “You could probably cut a little more and still get away with it.”

Cynthia stood there for a minute, studying herself again. Confirming she couldn’t tell she had cut anything. She went to grab the scissors again. Cynthia picked a lock from the other side of the back of her head near her nape once again. Her stomach tightened again but this time she didn’t hesitate as long. Snip.

Cynthia gasped a little. Laughing a little more this time. She had cut a little less this time as the tiny piece fell into the sink. The excitement of teasing herself with the scissors was invigorating. She had to admit she was even getting a little wet teasing herself with this. Cynthia took her baggy shirt off so she wouldn’t get any hair on her shirt. That’s what she was telling herself at least. Might as well take the shorts off too while we are at it. Cynthia now stood in the bathroom wearing only a pair of panties staring at herself in the mirror. “What have I awakened in myself?” She thought to herself.

Cynthia took another lock from the back, this one slightly longer and held the scissors up to it and snipped. She giggled once again still in disbelief she was doing this. Cynthia set the scissors down and started studying the clippers again. The first time she picked them up she did so without much thought. This time, however, her thoughts were much more mischievous.

Cynthia turned the clippers on. The loud pop was followed by a low buzz that filled the room. Cynthia stood there staring at them as the buzz of the clippers vibrated her hands. She felt herself get even more aroused. The vibrations of the clippers probably didn’t help that. Her stomach fluttered. Cynthia took the clippers and raised them to her forehead again. She slowly pushed them to her hairline. Her heart raced with nerves and excitement. She held them right at her hair line for just a moment and then pulled them away again. She let out a deep sigh. “That’s too scary!” She said out loud. But also exhilarating. “But what if…” her mind trailed off while the clippers still buzzed in her hand. She pondered for a few seconds then quickly shot the idea down. “No, that's way too crazy. A few small locks is one thing but it would be a lot harder to explain a bald head away.” She argued with herself. Cynthia continued to stare in the mirror. She loved that feeling of anticipation, the fear and excitement of whether she would actually do it. Her fingers slid into her panties thoughtlessly and began to play with herself . She was surprised how wet she already was. Maybe she did have a thing for this.

“Maybe, maybe I could just take a tiny bit from the back of my hairline. At worst it looks like a slight under-shave. No one would really question that.” Cynthia thought to herself, staring at the mirror, continuing to play with herself with her other hand. Her stomach tightened and her heart began to beat even faster. She took her hand out of her panties and pushed the hair away from the nape of her neck. Her hand guided the buzzing clippers up to the bottom hairline. She paused for a moment. Hesitation and impulse control briefly held her back. But then the wave of arousal overtook that and Cynthia pushed the clippers into the back of her hairline.

The low hum of the clippers was briefly replaced with a loud roar. Cynthia jumped a little in surprise at the sound and the feeling. At first she couldn’t tell if she had cut anything. She shook her head a little and then a long lock of hair came sliding down away from the head it once belonged to. Cynthia gasped in shock. She was even more surprised she had done this than with the scissors. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her hand reached over to the newly shorn spot. Where once hair had been, now all that was left was soft stubble. Her hand rubbed against it. It felt so weird but amazing at the same time. Her hand returned to her panties. She was even more turned on now. She brought the clippers back up and made another short pass up her head. She jolted more this time thanks to her mischievous fingers. Her arousal made the sensation even stronger than the first. She made another pass again, twitching in enjoyment. She moved to the other side and made two more passes on that side. More hair slid down her almost naked body. She was becoming more and more turned on.

Cynthia pulled down her panties and tossed them aside and took the clippers and began to rub herself with them. The vibrations jolted through her body. Her body tensed in pleasure. She wished she had thought about this before today. Her hands ran through her hair with her other hand. As they reached the back of her neck she felt the stubble from her previous teases. “Ooh.” She gently moaned in a half aroused half worried tone.

Part of her knew she should stop but the other part was enjoying this way too much to stop. The clippers vibrating through her body wasn’t helping at all as she rubbed them against herself. They worked pretty well as a vibrator as well she laughed to herself. Her knees were weakening so Cynthia decided to take her fun and games into her bedroom. She quickly grabbed a towel and a mirror from another room and sat herself down to continue.

Cynthia returned the clippers down to her pussy and the jolts of pleasure returned. She moaned in pleasure as she rubbed the clippers against her clit. Ryan definitely hadn’t gotten her this excited. Cynthia’s hand returned to the back of her neck. The tingle in her stomach also returned. “That feels so nice. Maybe just a little higher.” She thought to herself. She removed the clippers and brought them back up to her nape. She pushed them up a little higher this time. A short gasp and smile hit her as the clippers touched the back of her nape. She brought the clippers back out and grabbed the shaved lock from her hair. She felt herself getting even wetter at the sight of the damage she caused. “Oh this is going to end bad.” She thought to herself. “I'm enjoying this way too much.” Cynthia moved the clippers back up and shaved a little more. Another lock came loose. Her body shivered in excitement as it slid down her topless body. Cynthia moved the clippers back to her pussy feeling even more aroused. Her other hand rubbing the new stubble on the back of her neck. Cynthia looked at herself at the mirror as she pleasured herself with the clippers. Her hand running through her hair. She started thinking how the clippers would feel running over her head. The vibrations pulsing over head. The spots she shaved already felt so cold. How wild would that feeling be all over her head.

The clippers drifted up to her forehead. That familiar knot returned to her stomach. The clippers sat there for a second. Then reason returned and she pulled them away. “No no no that’s too crazy.” She brought the clippers back to her clit not satisfied just yet. Her hand returned to her nape as she rubbed the spot she shaved. “Maybe I can shave a little more…” Cynthia brought the clippers back up to her nape more boldly and began shaving more of her nape. A large clump of hair slid out from the rear. A inch wide strip of stubble sat at the bottom of her head where there once was hair.

Cynthia flushed in pleasure bringing her fingers back to her clit rubbing herself even more. Her breath became shorter the more she became aroused. A feeling of fear and frustration came over her. She loved this feeling but she also knew how crazy it would be to shave her head. The clippers still buzzed in her hand. She stared at the mirror and the clippers. The clippers raised back up to her forehead. They sat there longer this time. Her stomach was fluttering even more than before. Her fingers toying with her turning her on even more. In frustration she brought the clippers back down to her pussy. She pleasured herself even more with them. Loving the vibrations coursing through her. Getting closer and closer to climax. The idea of shaving it all off becoming stronger and stronger. Cynthia wanted to feel them over head. She rubbed herself against them becoming more and more physical and turned on. The sensation of shaving it hit her stronger. Cynthia pulled the clippers back to her head. Her other hand took over rubbing her clit. Her pussy was soaking wet now. Cynthia had definitely awakened something.

The clippers sat at her forehead. She was so close in more ways than one. Her breathing began speeding up. Another jolt of pleasure pushed her over the edge. Cynthia pushed the clippers into the middle of her hair. A loud buzz roared over her head. A tickling sensation was followed by a strange cool breeze. A wide patch of stubble and pale skin replaced her auburn hair. A loud moan rose from her lips as the clippers ran over her head. Her body convulsed as she climaxed.

However, reality slammed back into her as she realized what she had done. She gasped in shock, staring at herself. Then an almost manic drive hit her and Cynthia instantly ran the clippers over her head she quickly shaved three more stripes over her head. Her long brown hair sliding down onto her shoulders and body. She stopped again. Staring at this strange sight that was her. She chuckled in a breathless shock and disbelief. “Guess there’s no going back now.”

Cynthia pushed the clippers over her head some more. The patch of stubble and skin widened. Soon the right side of her head was bare of long hair. Dark stubble and pale skin was all that remained. She then took the clippers and began shaving the other side. Locks of hair falling down onto her. The feeling of her hair draped over her body made her even more wet. She then took the clippers to the back of her head. Finishing the job from earlier. She jumped as the hair slid down her back tickling her. After that was finished, Cynthia took the clippers and ran them over her head one more time. Making sure everything was even.

When she finished, Cynthia put the clippers down and simply stared at herself. Her hands started to rub all over her stubbly head. The stubble made a raspy sound as her hands explored this new sensation. After a few moments, she finally spoke one simple word. “Wow…” She smiled at herself. Cynthia dusted herself off and went to the shower to clean up. She was still aroused but didn’t think hair and her cootchie would get along too well.

Cynthia walked toward the bathroom and turned on the shower. As she waited for the water to heat up, she went to the mirror to check herself out again. She was slightly startled forgetting she was now bald. Well basically bald. Her hand rubbed over her head. The raspy sound of stubble follows again. As she stood there she noticed another annoying memento of Ryan’s. His razor and shaving cream. She was briefly annoyed but then looked at herself in the mirror. “I mean, I’m already bald, what’s a little stubble going to hurt at this point.” Cynthia thought to herself. She grabbed the shaving cream and razor and headed toward the shower. Cynthia stuck her head under the water. She let out a moan as the new sensation of water falling over a bald head was a hundred times different than what she was used to.

Finally after several minutes Cynthia took her head out of the water and sprayed some shaving cream into her hand and began to spread it over her head. She took the razor and began to slide it over her bald head. The clippers gave her a tingling sensation. The razor however, was a strange rasping sound. Pass after pass took the short stubble down to nothing. She went with the grain and against the grain. Rubbing her head to make sure it was as smooth as possible. Once she was satisfied, Cynthia dipped her head under the shower again. The sensation was even crazier this time. It was almost like a buzzing sensation; her head was overwhelmed with sensitivity. Her arousal returned with force. Cynthia turned off the water toweled off and went to lay in her bed.

As she laid down her hand slid over her head once again. Cynthia began pleasuring herself again as she rubbed her smooth head. She felt herself dripping, she was so aroused by this new sensation. If she had been bored previously she certainly wasn’t now. Cynthia couldn’t stop herself. The next hour or more was a haze of euphoria as she was unable to quench her arousal. Cynthia continued until she finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

Cynthia awoke the next morning. Her head throbbing from dehydration. She clumsily walked to the bathroom where she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

Cynthia screamed in surprise, having briefly forgotten what had happened. She stared in disbelief at herself. A tinge of regret came over her, but she then felt her head and a more confident smile came over her.

“No going back now I guess.”

End.