It's a very hairy issue

Sometimes, you can be single so long you forget about all the amazing things that come with coupledom. Like getting into a cold bed and putting your icy feet on someone warm. Shagging all over the house. Or just basically floating from one day to the next in a blissed out, loved-up, Cheshire-cat-style stupor.
But you know my number one relationship perk? It’s not about sex, or tickles, or even having a human bed-warmer in my life. Call me weird, but the one thing I love about having a gorgeous bloke to hang out with is knowing there’s a good chance I’ll get some regular hair-playing.
Just to clarify for my more porno readers, I’m talking about the hair on my head. As far as I’m concerned, my guy can pull on it, twist it into weird hairstyles, stroke it, tie it in knots, pile it up, brush it, massage my scalp, or use longer bits to tickle my shoulders even, as long as he actually gets his hands on it.
The thing with hair-playing is you can’t really ask someone to do it. Well, you can, but you run the risk of begging and completely turning them off the whole hair playing thing. I’ve learned the hard way, bombarding friends who look like they have nothing better to do while we watch telly than to play with my hair (most have now wised up and just tell me to piss off). No, the best thing about spontaneous hair playing is when the other person decides, of their own volition, to do it, preferably for hours or even days at a time. (I often wonder if hair-playing and orgasms are linked, but no one’s ever played with my hair long enough for me to find out.)
You know, I love my hair being played with so much that I’ve even contemplated paying a professional hair-player to come round on a daily basis. I go to the hairdresser solely because they give good hair (playing). And if I tell a guy about my hair obsession and he a) doesn’t laugh and b) proceeds to play with it on a daily basis, I know I’ve struck boyfriend gold.
Now I’ve let my hair down, what’s the one thing you love about being in a relationship? The weirder, the better. Go to it, folks...