Tangled - Sex Stories

Tangled

A short story of how my day went from great.. to a tangled mess.

My name is Kristine, Krissy as my husband Tom calls me.

We currently live in a beautifully wooded suburb of Vermont.

My husband is the owner of a successful tech company and I am a corporate real estate specialist.

Having an expert knowledge of real estate has made it possible for us to own several income properties.

This Vermont property is a recently purchased one. We purchased this particular property to live in for an extended period of time.

Commitments to work are going to keep me on the east coast for a undetermined amount of time.

I should say the day started out great. First, I slept in and second I enjoyed a couple cups of coffee on the back porch listening to the sounds of nature.

I had taken a couple days off work to relax and run errands.

My husband is out of the country working on a priority account.

I was not on any type of schedule and didn't have many expectations for the day.

other than running some errands and some shopping for myself, treat myself to a fancy lunch and work on my sun tan by the pool. Probably take out for dinner, then Netflix and chill.

But then It all fell apart!

During the covid lockdown we upgraded the home with many features for our safety, mainly bacterial precautions.

One of those upgrades being hand dryers. Installed in areas

that would replace hand towels.

After I finished my shower and toweling off, I brushed my hair ...

... and laid out an outfit for the day, plus adult toys for the late night activities.

I had seen a YouTube trick showing how to get Hollywood hair styling by using a hand dryer.

I had been using this YouTube method successfully for months now, without ever realizing that it could be dangerous.

So there I was, completely nude in front of the bathroom mirror preparing for a me day.

I went back to the master bedroom and stopped at the bed critiquing the outfit I had chosen.

Pausing to admire myself in the full length mirror, damn sexy for a 47 year old mother of two.

A 5'7" blonde, cute as the devil. A figure that could have walked off a runway. Legs that were somehow long and deceptively strong. My tits are Firm, perfectly shaped, and more than a handful and a toned ass, thanks to yoga.

Uncoiling the towel from my long blonde hair and tossing the towel on the bed. I walked back to the master bathroom.

I turned on the hand dryer and proceeded with styling my hair.

Everything was fine for the first minute, but all of a sudden my hair got sucked into the intake of the dryer. Pulling my head down forcefully and banging it up against the side of it.

"AHHH MOTHER FUCKER!" I said wincing in pain.

I heard the machine make a binding noise and then go silent.

"SHIT, SHIT, AHHH FUCK!"

I rarely ever swear, but this was a special situation.

Trying get past the initial shock. I started to comprehend what just happened and my scalp was aching in pain. I ...