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Hello friends! First, thanks to all "NavelStories" readers for your heartwarming responses to my previous stories. They encouraged me to share another sexual adventure of mine. To those reading us for the first time, I am Vikram. I am married to the love of my life, Shraddha. We had been married for 12 years, and our sex life was as hot as ever. We often watch a lot of porn videos together and try roleplay, BDSM, and all other types of sexual experiments to spice up our sexual life. We both were very adventurous when it came to sex! We were so close that we shared the most intimate thoughts without inhibitions. Sex has been our priority! One particular day, I was reading a story from a guy called Suhail. He had written a story about his sexual masseur experience with one of his clients. It was written so wonderfully. It was erotic to its core! As soon as I started reading the story, I was hooked! I always had a fantasy of seeing my beautiful wife getting massaged by a strang...

 Dear "NavelStories" readers, I am Karthik (name changed). I live in Hyderabad and consider myself a very good-looking person. I am a big fan of  "NavelStories"  and have been for many years. My most interesting part of the story is the massage. I was waiting for a long time to post my story, which is real. I used to visit massage parlors wherever I went in big cities like Pune, Hyderabad, and Bangalore. I learned the massage techniques and wanted to try my luck, so I posted an ad on one of the classified portals to give massages to males, females, and couples. I got good responses and did massages for a few male and female clients. One day, I got an email from a man named Arun (name changed) who wanted to avail my service. I replied to him about my very nominal fees. He agreed, and we exchanged our numbers. He shared his address, which was located in one of the premium areas in Hyderabad. The appointment was fixed for 10 am, as he has school-going kids. I visited ...

Riya had olive skin with an approximate height of 4.5 feet. The most attractive part is her curves and her body shape 36-24-38. From her birth, she stayed at Coimbatore; this was her first solo trip to Bangalore. This time, she came to Bangalore only for me, not for any official work. Whenever she came to Bangalore, we had fixed a secure place to stay. As promised earlier, I would experience Riya, my massage therapy. First and foremost, I made her undress totally. I wrapped her with a towel and made her lie down on the bed. She had a robust figure. I just rubbed my nose on both shoulders to get her aromatic body smell. It was a mixture of her hair oil and jasmine flower. With lots of passion, I gradually moved down to my best part and sprinkled some oil on her chest. I gently lifted & squeezed them like kneading maida for puri. I almost performed 15 strokes to make them soft like wet cotton balls. Then I started circular motion on her jet-black nipples with both my hands simultaneo...

The Massage: Her Story I almost don't respond to his first message. A man nearly Five years older than me, asking if I want to try something called a Yoni massage. Absurd. But there's something in his message. Careful. Respectful. I tell him I have no idea what a Yoni massage is. The emails go back and forth. He explains it gently, without pressure. When he asks about my pubic hair and I tell him I don't shave, he tells me he loves a full bush. The words feel good to hear. Appreciative. We exchange photos. Real ones. I can see his face--older, lined, but something genuine in his expression. There's grey in his hair. He looks at the camera like he's already thinking about me. The photos are clothed, as he requested, but there's something about standing there knowing someone will see them, knowing he's looking at my face and body and imagining what comes next--it changes something. I do want penetration. It's been so long. My body remembers want. I'm w...

"So. Had any luck with Trish yet?" Kate asked me. I couldn't stop my shoulders from bunching at that. Kate knew of my all-consuming, entirely unrequited crush on the big strong hockey girl and seemed to take any opportunity to twist the knife. "Why do you always go there," I grumbled into the hole in the table. I could feel her shrug through her arms as she carried on kneading my back. "Purely selfish reasons," she said. "There's no point practicing on someone who's totally relaxed already." "It's not just that you're nosy," I said, but without much rancor. Kate was getting really quite good. She'd have her certificate in no time. "Massage is a holistic thing, isn't it," she explained. "Body and mind, yes? Squeezy, squeezy," she squeezed, "psychoanalee-zy." I laughed. "Well, it's fine, thanks for asking. I'm definitely number one on her list of friends she'd neve...

I booked a much-needed massage with a guy I found on a male masseur website. He went by the name Santa Bear. His profile picture showed a jolly-looking guy in his late fifties, about six feet tall and weighing 275 pounds. He had wavy white hair, a big bushy white beard, and wore a red flannel onesie. I was intrigued. His stats listed him as a well-endowed top bear with gifted hands. When I showed up for my appointment. Santa Bear greeted me at the door with a warm handshake and a hearty chuckle. "Hello there, Doug. Welcome to my home. Come on in!" He smiled continuously, his bright eyes squinted, and his little red nose scrunched. He even wore little round glasses. "Aren't you a cute little tight package? I look forward to getting my hands on you. I love your shaved head," he said, rubbing my dome with a meaty hand. Every time he spoke, his sentences ended in that same deep-throated chuckle. Santa's red onesie had been replaced with a red velour t...