As a woman with hair at mid thigh and have had it at almost knee (by an inch to the crease), I use it.
Some days a braid is intelligent. (Buns less so, but that’s because of my hair sticks. As Ellie said, we are kind to thighs.)
But there’s nothing like saddling up, and having the hair encase us like a tent as I lean over to kiss him.
The looks of awe are worth the occasional tug and pull.
The gasp and wiggle as it drags along his skin, especially as it crosses his body in a sheet of red...
Yeah. Worth the ouches.
And the ouches can crumble in to giggles and laughter from both of us.
Even with a braid, it’s getting pinned and pulled. Why not have the positives with it?
I can whip it up quickly if needed.
Also, I like when he has his hands in my hair. That’s reserved for him, so it’s a treat for both of us.
I like feeling him sweep it up so he can what’s what I’m doing. That almost-not-there touch in the middle of deeper, stronger sensation is a delightful contrast.