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She watched from her window as the three boys lifted boxes and pushed furniture towards their door. Her new next door neighbours looked like they were in their early 20s, and each of them had their own rugged handsomeness about them. Clara would have offered a hand, but she was rooted to the spot – captivated. She tried to listen as the boys called to each other. “Hey Rob, grab that box for me” the tallest one shouted. So that was his name. Rob had dark hair and a cheeky smile – just Clara’s type. She held her warm coffee mug as she watched the muscles flex in his arms as he lifted. He certainly looked like a fine specimen. An hour later the boys had managed to transfer everything from the van to their flat and the building was quiet again. Clara thought she should take the chance to introduce herself, perhaps offer them a cup of tea after all their hard work. She checked her reflection in the mirror (stunning, as usual) and pulled her top down a little to reveal some cleavage. ...

You may recall that last year I went to Dubai and experienced a fantastic massage. Well, I went back this year and sought the same. I stayed at the same hotel but let me make it clear-massages offering “Happy Endings” are very rare in Dubai and you will be in a lot of trouble with the law if you got caught! Anyway, I booked my full mens massage for the Tuesday morning. It is all very oriental with sensual, spicy smells and tranquil music playing. I was taken through to my private room and given a soft white bath robe and the strange little see through mesh underpants to wear. I put the pants on but to be honest they hide nothing and if like me, you stretch them across your cock it leaves nothing to hide. My male masseur asked if was ready and came in. Again, in Dubai, males massage males and females massage females. This is the rule of the land but don’t let it put you off! He removed my robe and asked me to lay on my stomach with my head through the hole in the table. He began ...

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I’ve been suffering with a lot of lower back pain recently and a visit to the doctor only resulted in the usual recommendation of taking pain killers. So, one Friday morning, I was working at home when I really was in pain. I searched for a local massage establishment and found one about 20 minutes away. I made an appointment for that afternoon, had a quick shower, and headed over there. It was part of a Chinese medicine shop and an elderly Chinese lady welcomed me, offered me an herbal tea, and showed me through the shop into the massage room. I was pleasantly surprised to see a very pretty Chinese girl around 19 years old. The wall contained lots of certificates showing the masseur’s qualifications. She put on a very calming meditation CD and asked me to undress. Once she left the room, and I took everything off except my boxers shorts. She knocked on the door after a  few minutes and came back in, asking me to lie on my stomach on the massage table and rest my head in the hol...

As you may know, I am quite partial to a massage, particularly an Asian massage. It all started when I had a back injury and went to a Chinese massage center about half an hour from where I live. To quickly recap, I led on my from and the young Asian gave a lovely massage on my back, then asked me to turn over, unfortunately revealing my erection poking out of my boxers. She smiled, pulled them off and poured very warm oil on my swollen shaft. A few hand swirls and some up and down and I shot my load all over her hand. That was me hooked on Asian massages. So, to more recent times, a new Asian Health and Massage Centre opened almost within walking distance of my house. I did wonder if they offered “Happy Endings” as they like to call them. I don’t normally go to places so close to my home, but the outward appearance of the establishment looked very proper and above board so I thought, no harm and made an appointment. I took the short walk and confidently went in the day, briefly glan...

It was well after midnight when I stumbled down the hall toward my sorry excuse for an apartment. The building was in shambles, wall paper peeling from the walls, holes in some of them. I’d always sworn to myself that the first chance I got, the first thousand-dollar contract, and I was outta there. Till then I’d have to live with what I had, which wasn’t much, but at least I could swing the rent. I’d been out all day chasing down a lead on a case, finally finding a blonde with DD’s who I thought could give me all the answers, or at least some of them. She’d invited me back to her place and my tongue got to find out if she was a true blonde. She was. I probed her inside and out and pumped her hard for information, but it was useless. In the end, all I got was a sore cock and no answers. Worst of all, I couldn’t get rid of my erection. It was like I was on Viagra and the beast wouldn’t come down, even hours after I’d cum. It was still a rock in my shorts when I fumbled for my keys ...

I am Keerthi , it happened some 6 months ago.. I am a house wife & staying in metro city . My husband is a senior officer in a psu and our only son is pursuing engineering course in a reputed college. I am 42 yrs of age, fair complexioned, of good height 5’5″ and with nice figures 34″ x 26 ” x 36″ . With my height , this figure made me attractive . I consider myself a chaste woman except some fondling here and there . Till then only once i fondled a cock other than that of husband which happened during a party . I got drunk and a waiter took advantage of me…he shoved cock in my mouth but nothing more . He ejaculated and went away…he was on duty .. That day my son came from college and i thought of preparing mutton at night . For something or other our servant Manohar remained busy and did not go to bring mutton.. At noon at about 12 , son said that he is going to meet a friend and would be back in two hours. I told him to drop me at ‘mutton shop’ which was about 2km from our h...

Nitu got out of the car and pushed her dark sunglasses on her head into her silky dark hair, as she walked to the tailor shop. As she entered some bells on the door signaled her entry. A young man of about 25 years of age came out from an inside room and asked, “Can I help you, Ma’am?” (More Indian Sex Stories on Desibahu.com) He looked quite strong and muscular, with a well-proportioned body, his slightly hairy chest was partially visible through the 2 open buttons of his shirt. He was not bad looking, not at all. In fact, thought Nitu, he was good enough to flirt with if she had met him in a club. But he was not a 65 years old, long-bearded and near-sighted man which is what she was looking for. “Where is master ji?” She asked. “He has gone to his village, he’ll be back next month.” The guy replied. “Oh yes, he told me, I forgot.” She slapped her forehead in a gesture of despair. “I am his nephew, my name is Raj. I am looking after the shop in his absence. Can I do anythin...

My wife and I didn't have a bad marriage. We met in college on a service trip. I was an accounting major at a small Midwestern liberal arts college looking for something more meaningful to do with my spring break. I signed up with a group heading to St. Louis for volunteer work with Habitat for Humanity helping renovate some homes in the poorer neighborhoods of East St. Louis. Linda was on the trip as well and we hit it off. It started out with us sharing a hammer because we didn't have enough tools. She didn't trust me swinging the hammer while she held the nail, so we traded back and forth. By the end of the week we were staying up until past midnight talking and sharing stories from our past. I told her the story about I fell out of a tree and broke my arm at my uncle's wedding. She told me about when she gave herself a concussion swimming the backstroke at a swim meet in high school. When we returned to campus we started meeting in the library after hours. We claim...