NavelStories™

You're lying on your tummy wearing a white robe with your head to one side on the massage table as I enter inside the room as planned and switch off the light. You hear the sound of me walking to the closet. As you listen, you can hear me unbuckle my jeans and change my clothes; I keep the clothes on the hanger in the closet and open my kit to take the perfumed candles. As you eagerly wait to see me, you can hear me moving to the corners of the room and light up the perfumed candles .As the fragrance spreads, you close your eyes, devouring it for a second and then look at me. All I am wearing are translucent white cotton pants. As the light from candle gives you the rough outline of my butt and ripped thighs it makes you wonder whether I have any briefs on or not. As I move quickly to the other side, you keep on wondering about the briefs. I turn on soft classical background music at a low volume and slowly come close to you with my massage Kit. "Honey! Are you ready?" I

I was sitting on the train the other day, heading to work, and I couldn't have been there for more than a few stops before this girl gets on board. It didn't occur to me then, but when I look back on it now, I should have thought it was a little unusual, as the seats across the aisle from me were empty, and the normal thing for her to do would have been to sit over there, or anywhere else, for that matter. Instead, she sat directly across from me, slightly brushing against my legs as she sat down. She was Asian, with a slight tan, small frame, and jet black hair that reached down to her shoulders. Definitely not unpleasant to look at. She wore cuffed denim shorts with a fitted white t-shirt that revealed a lithe figure. Some time went by. I read my book and absentmindedly checked my phone a few times. I couldn't help but steal glances at her every now and then. It was only natural to be curious, right? I let my eyes trace down her legs, which she had crossed, to her feet.

I have been a follower of literotica for 5 years now. I have been very fortunate in my sex life and have had a lot of unique experiences. I have always wanted to submit a story of one of my encounters but composition has never been my strong suit as I was a numbers type of guy instead. I submitted a story called "My Mothers Cousin" and it was published. There was some criticisms on my writing style so I am taking that as constructive criticism and try another story about another experience I had in my life. This was inspired from a reading in the "First Time" section about a guy who got his first erotic massage. I had a new customer and I went to his office to meet with him. He was the owner of the building. It was 4 stories. The first two levels was a bar he owned. On the 4th level was his office. From the outside of the building I could see a sign in the 3rd floor window saying "Massages".  I met with my customer and at the end of the meeting I asked hi

"Hey Jack!" Haley shouted as she walked through the door.  Jack came around the corner into the living room carrying two Rum and Coke's. "Hey Haley, perfect timing! I just got the movie queued up, and a couple of drinks made. Captain Morgan alright?" "Yep," Haley replied, sitting down on the couch "but I can't have too many. I'm trying to get back in shape, and booze and pop isn't going to make the process any easier!" Haley had been working out recently to impress Jack, but it seemed that Jack only had eyes for the typical bleach blonde bimbos that hung around the bars he frequented. She was still a bit overweight, but she was making progress - her figure was getting curvier by the day, and her chest was starting to fill out her shirts better as well. This fact did not escape Jack. He had always had a bit of a lustful attraction to Haley, but considered their friendship platonic. He always had considered her more of a little sis

Author's note: I am an Irish woman in my forties, and I write (in UK English) from that perspective. I welcome your feedback and suggestions.  *** My hip was very painful. There were darts of pain from my lower back shooting down my left leg as far as my knee. I am an idiot. What did I expect would happen if I run 10k? I could only just about manage to run 5k non stop after 9 weeks of training. I felt good at the end of my 5k and thought that I could just keep running. My 42 year old body was not able to handle that and I developed an "IT band" injury, as the masseur later told me. To add to my woes, I had had a crick in my neck for a couple of days too. I felt like a rusty door creaking at every joint. So I knocked at the masseur's door, full of hope and expectation. A friendly smile opened the door. His eyes crinkling at the corners. After a brief greeting I followed him down the hall. As I walked behind him, I noticed his firm ass beneath the navy combats. My eyes

Abigail collapsed on the couch in her purple robe and turned on the t.v. The softball game earlier today had been rough, and had left her with more than a few aches and bruises. She stretched feeling the muscles pull as she tried to loosen them. She had hoped a hot shower would help her relax, but it didn't seem to ease her pain at all. She looked around feeling a little unease about being alone in the house for the first time. Her parents and sister decided to go out after the game, but she just wasn't in the mood. After a little convincing her parents agreed she could stay by herself. It was so silent that when she heard a knock at the front door it shocked her. Steadying her beating heart she made her way towards the front door. She didn't know who she expected but it sure wasn't the person on the other side. The red hair and scruffy beard that greeted her was David, her sisters friend. "David, what are you doing here?" she asked puzzled yet somewhat e