NavelStories™

Hi I am Naresh. My wife’s name is Neelima. I am going to narrate the incidents happened in our married life. While I looked for a bride for marriage, I always looked for someone on the plumper side.I liked curvy woman and big ass. My wife is 5.6 tall, fair in color and has thunder thighs and big round butt. She had decent education but not very fluent in English. Even though she was from a city, she was conservative and more like a small town girl. Before marriage we had a few dates and conversations had me worried that she may not be very sexual. I bought her a necklace, which I helped her wear on our first date. She was wearing a low cut salwar and that was the first time I saw her cleavage. She has small breasts, 32. That is a handful and if I can put her entire boobs into my mouth if I tried. We had a few more dates and eventually got married. We are in our native village, and our house has 2 rooms, but rooms are very open.  They don’t have doors, only cloths covering one room fr

I am Santosh, age 32 and belong to Delhi. I recently shifted to Navi Mumbai. My company asked me to train and monitor the performances of our Branch in India. Apart from my Profession I learn the art of Massage with passion. It is now my part-time job on weekends to treat my wife with my magical fingers on her. I enjoy massaging her more than anything this gives the satisfaction to her by my work, and keeps her happy & healthy. I don’t do Massage to anyone. Till now it was within close door with my wife only but this got changed on one day and l am narrating my experience which happened with next door neighbor in Navi Mumbai. ISS gives a good chance to share and know real good experiences of people with privacy and here I come with my experience. Story may be bit lengthy as it describes things which took place during interaction with my neighbor Namrata. Before I hit on story let me describe Namrata, she is widow and late in thirties. She got 2 daughters and both are school

I wake up bright and early with the newly acquired F-town dogtags around my neck. Life is good. The bright welcome sounds of my laptop greet me as I check my mail. Oh dear, Robusto has stolen the title while I slept, the sneaky fat aussie cunt. The sky suddenly darkens outside. Later in the evening I come back from muay thai training with Bhodi and we turn our scooters into the final approach home. There’s a small massage parlor so I park up and decide to get the kinks of training kneaded out of my muscles to avoid tomorrow’s aches. Bhodi says “there’s a nice bird works there.” Indeed there is. It’s 11pm and an early 30s slightly MILFy bird is starting to close up shop, alone. I enquire whether there’s time for a massage and she assents. Note at this moment I have   zero intent. It’s not even on my mind. I’ve been having massages every night after training so this is just more of the same. For the first half hour I recline on the futon with my eyes shut and don’t say a word. Th

I think I’ll tell you a story about Barbara. I’ve known Barbara for a couple of years. She’s the person who recommended that her friend Autumn to come and see me a few weeks ago. Barbara is in her early 30’s, a few years older than Autumn. When I first saw her I thought, “Just a normal every day ‘plain Jane’ type. My over active sex drive would be easier to keep in check and I ‘m looking forward to doing a couples massage. So far all my work has been one member of a family. Barbara is of average to medium height, about 5’6,” and weight, 140 lbs., light brown hair, greenish brown eyes; nothing outstanding or special except maybe her personality and her overly friendly and trusting attitude of others. Then again, maybe I’m speaking too soon; I shouldn’t say there is nothing special about her. She’s happily married Jim, has two young pre-teen daughters, and goes to church most Sundays- typical white picket fence type housewife and mother. Jim has a good job I guess because Barb stays at