If I were asked when my long-hair fetisch burst into full bloom, I would probably say: It was when I saw these very pictures in a Playboy issue in the sprig of 1979 that a friend of mine had stolen/borrowed from his father (!) and taken to the house where we lived as university students back then.

How could I possibly count the billions of my sperm cells that eventually went down the drain in vain at the sight of this unbelievable beauty?

I was totally hopeless, of course, to ever meet someone like this in person, let alone get involved with such a woman.

Well, I did have a girlfriend later and a wife (two different persons) with tailbone-length hair each (and no, guys, in all those years I DID NOT have the guts to tell them of my fetisch).