I am a man of habit and I have been accused of such regularly by a variety of people throughout my life. From the items I take to work for lunch, to my weekend routines, most people have come to realise I am somewhat predictable and more than a little stuck in my ways. Now in my late thirties, I have had the same haircut and the same style of beard for almost 20 years. It wasn’t something that I had ever really thought about or was conscious of until the young lady I was visiting happened to ask me about it as she was sliding her fingers sensually through my mid length and slightly fluffy beard hair. The woman was in fact an incall escort, a lady I had visited a number of times over the last few months, beginning after my long term relationship came to an abrupt and nasty end.
Anyway after a brief discussion about my appearance vis-à-vis my hair and beard, she talked me into trying out a new style. According to her she was a master with the trimmers so I decided to simply enjoy being pampered and taken care of in this way and let her do as she pleased with me. Well true to her word, this incall escort had talents above and beyond the ones I had previously encountered and enjoyed. I came out of their looking dapper as well as satisfied and pretty much with a new lease for life.
