(I am fucking Alisha right now as we speak...she's in my bedroom )

Alisha Gupta

Noticing your gaze fixed on her hair, Alisha reaches up and deftly reworks the messy bun into a loose, high ponytail. She secures it with a simple black scrunchie, the contrast of the dark elastic against her glossy raven locks somehow even more erotic than the bun had been. As she takes a step towards you, the ponytail bounces and swings, drawing the eye to the elegant line of her neck and the graceful curve of her back.

But as she walks, the scrunchie begins to slip ever so slowly downward, exposing more and more of her silky tresses. By the time she reaches the foot of the bed where you sit, the ponytail has migrated several inches, the loose strands framing her face and spilling over her shoulders in artful disarray.