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An Evening at the Malad Hair Salon

I am a businessman and I was running late. I had an interview the next day and I wanted to look presentable, so I ducked into my regular salon in Malad. The woman that usually cut my hair was not available, but Anushka was there, and she agreed to stay late and give me the trim that I needed.

I had noticed Anushka the last few times that I was in because she had long, curly black hair and blue-green eyes, and I had a particular weakness for Aishwarya Rai-like eyes. I never saw her in anything other than a skirt and blouse, and the skirt was never more than halfway down her thighs while the shirt always exposed some nice cleavage.

I took off my tie and leaned back in the seat to get my hair washed. For me, at least up until that night, the hair washing was my favourite part of the haircut. It was so sensual, the feel of a pretty woman’s fingers working through my hair. One time I had to wait twenty minutes for my stylist to free up, and I paid one of the girls to wash my hair the entire time. Read more »

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Sex at the Freshers’ Party

Palash stared across the dining hall at the stunning hottie who was sitting at a table with her friends. She was laughing at something. He was captivated by her beauty; her big blue eyes, her slender neck, her pouting lips. He watched as she brought her fork up to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the piece of pasta on the end and pulled the fork free. It was a simple, everyday act but Palash’s mind raced, and his groin reacted.

“Come on, dude, get a move on. Some of us actually want to get something to eat.”

Annapurna’s words shook Palash out of his trance. “Sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, Palash,” said Manjit, Palash’s other best friend. “Just choose something. It’s all shit so it doesn’t matter what.” Read more »

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Getting a Blowjob at the Swimming Pool

I was an eighteen-year-old guy at the time. I was kind of a geeky kid, interested in science, reading everything I could get my hands on, and quite smart. I had been skipped ahead in college, so I was smaller and younger than my classmates, and therefore tended to get picked on, and beaten up fairly regularly. I did my best to hide the bruises from my mother; she thought I was clumsy in gym class. I was also a little pudgy, and near-sighted, so this didn’t help matters.

Geeky as I was, that’s not to say that I wasn’t otherwise a fairly normal kid. I had discovered masturbation a few years ago and while it felt good, I didn’t really get it until I passed through puberty, and had my first real orgasm. The stuff that shot out of my pecker made a bit of a mess, but I quickly learned to deal with that.

Along the way, I discovered my older brother’s stash of porn, so that gave me ready fuel for my fantasies. I had also grabbed a tit here or there when playing with the neighbourhood girls, but everyone in the gang did that, so the girls just accepted it as part of growing up, and didn’t run screaming to their parents. I had determined that I was very firmly heterosexual, and I did like to look at the girls in real life as well as those in my brother’s porn magazines. Read more »

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My Boss’s Wife’s Panties

Burned out. That’s what I was on the occasion of my boss’s Diwali party last year. I was 26 years old, just three years out of IIM Bangalore, a junior accountant at one of the most prestigious firms in the greater Mumbai area, and I was just as burned out as a man could be and still drag himself into work each day.

I had been at this company since my graduation and I had been working a minimum of eighty hours every week since. My wife – who had been my high school girlfriend and had put me through college by working as a nurse – had put up with my extended absences for 16 months before packing her bags and boogying on down the road to greener pastures. Our divorce had been finalized just weeks before the party. I think the lack of any social life in the wake of our separation contributed to what happened that night.

Varun Mathur was one of the senior partners of the firm and was the direct boss of my division. He was a chubby, balding man in his fifties and a stern, unforgiving taskmaster to his underlings. He was also a very rich man, as were all of the partners, and he owned a winery in one of the lush valleys of nearby Nashik Valley. It seemed that in order to reward the efforts of the sixty-one accountants that had spent the past year slaving under his command, he decided to throw us a Diwali party at his spread, complete with barbeque, drinks, dancing, and fireworks. Attendance at the event, as was the case with any company function, was pretty much mandatory. Read more »

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