It all started out so innocently: I was blow-drying my hair before work one morning last week, when the round brush snagged on part of my hair and pulled it, hard. And then I pulled it again.

Before I even knew what was happening, I heard myself whisper, “Ooh yes, daddy! Pull my hair baby, I love it.”

I was so overcome with surprise and arousal, it took me a second to collect myself and get back to drying my hair. Man, I was revved up. I knew I was into light sub play, but I don’t think I realized how quickly a couple of hair pulls could turn me on.

I wondered if this meant I was attracted to my round brush? Or did I have some sort of hard brushing kink?

I consulted my sex therapist immediately.

She told me to calm down, even though I was still pretty damn horny. The hair pull was probably more reminiscent of a preferred sexual interaction with a partner than it was my be-all end-all desire. She also told me that it is common to explore sexual activities via fantasy that one doesn’t necessarily want to experience in real life.

Again, I was getting mad horny just thinking about it.

My enjoyment of the hair snag didn’t mean I have to fuck my brush, but my therapist explained it was perfectly fine for me to continue exploring hairbrush scenarios if I felt like it. After all, there’s no wrong way to have sex, and I’m already hella juiced up just thinking about that brush.

I really learned a lot from my hairbrush that day. And I’m honestly grateful for the experience, as momentarily startling as it was.

And maybe, just maybe, I will use that hairbrush to get spanked.