An Experience To Be Remembered

An Experience To Be Remembered
A woman in India is always a caretaker and a well-wisher for our parents, son/daughter, husband, his family, friends, etc. But at the same time even we feel like being cared and well-wished. That’s when I decided to focus on my needs, in fact my special needs and spoke to my husband openly about it, which he obliged. I, along with my friends, went to Goa, enjoyed there for few days, played in beaches, danced, boozed, and had our own girly days back for few days. During our girly chats, it some came up with the topic of massage and we planned for a session of massage. We booked for a session in one of the hotel offering the services of spa. We were well attended by the masseuse respectively and all felt relaxed. Post our session, one of my friend asked, “have you girls ever got a massage from a guy?”. We all replied negatively. She again said, then you have to try it once, if you want I’ll arrange. We all were very hesitant and said no, thinking a guy touching us, that too naked or almost naked. She narrated her experience with one of the guy, whom she had and is taking massages regularly. I was surprised by the excitement which I saw in her during the narration, and was eager to try it. But at the same time, didn’t want to end up on having sex with the masseur. All these thoughts were running in my mind, then I decided I am in for the massage; a massage done by a guy and I wanted to experience it before I go home. I spoke to her about the guy and got the details of him. I didn’t want to hide this from my hubby and spoke to him about it and I never expected my hubby’s reply to be so enthusiastic. All he said was, “go ahead, and consider that as your birthday gift. I’ll bare the expenses”. I was awestruck by his response. I informed my friend about it and she called the guy immediately. Friend: Hey Nishant. Friend here, remember me? Him: Oh yeah. How are you? She: I’m good. How are you? Him: I am good too. Thank you. She: I have a friend of mine who is looking for a massage. How are placed tomorrow? Him: Tomorrow, I am OK to come. BTW, where are you? She: Goa. Don’t worry, I know your policy. I’ll do the needful. You can take the first flight from Bangalore to Goa. I’ll pick you up at the airport. Him: OK. I did the needful trusting my friend without any second thoughts and was all excited to get my first massage from a guy. I started preparing myself from the same minute. I kept asking her more and more questions. She told me, “just relax; you would get your answers tomorrow. Let’s go for some shopping for tomorrow. What say girls?” We brought aromatic candles, rose petals, few eateries, booze, etc. After listening to further about him, I was hopeful and confident about Nishant’s approach to massage. She also told about different types of massages which he offers and asked me to choose. This was new for me, when I heard Tantric Yoni Massage, I was up for it. After knowing more about him, I was sure, I’ll not be disappointed. The next morning, my friend went to airport to receive him. As the time for them to reach the place was nearing, I started getting a bit nervous. I knew, I was in good hands, but still that little bit of nervousness was always there since it was my first time. We all met him at our place and my friend introduced all of us to him. I was flawed by looking at him; so decent, yet so good, but an amazing masseur (which I got to know post my experience). We sat with him for some time, spoke about few things, shared each other’s experiences, etc. etc. He & my friend arranged the room and the other friends of mine helped me to make breakfast & few other things. I was not allowed to enter the room at all. Looking how the things were going, I was very hopeful and confident. We all finished our works, got refreshed, and had wine, food and conversation. Honestly, I was feeling so very special. Nishant & I had few minutes of conversation of “getting to know each other better” and post that, all he said was, let’s get started & I was all very excited. He took my hands and guided me inside the room, which was romantically decorated with aromatic candles, a mattress for massage, rose petals on them, oils & gels, towels, etc. I was in a robe when he guided me, to the bathroom for a bath ceremony. The bath tub had warm water with petals of rose floating. He took off my robe, hung it on the hanger and guided me inside the tub. He took the lotion and started rubbing on me. I felt a shiver in my body. I just closed my eyes and started dreaming more and enjoying it. During the bath, we made sure the conversation is on, to make sure that, both are comfortable with each other. Me: Why don’t you hop inside the tub as well? Nish: Would you like to? Me: Very much. Do you want me to help you to remove your clothes? Nish: It’s OK; I’ll remove it and come inside with my shorts on. I just smiled. I was really impressed by the way he speaks, the respect he shows, the elegance which he has and his simplicity. He came inside the tub, sat in front of me, took my leg and started rubbing my feet and slowly the legs and the inner thigh. He did the same with the other leg as well. Oh dear! I was enjoying it thoroughly. I had forgotten about everything, and just enjoying the session. Occasionally, he moved his hands on the mound of the Yoni, but never touched the Yoni. This really showed his professionalism. I have never been so comfortable even during my “suhaag raat” with my husband. I played with my body, cupping my breasts gently, and gave an amazing rub during the bath ceremony. He suggested not being in water for a long time, hence we moved to the room where I was all set to have my special day. Having been naked already, with some water drops dripping from my hair & from my body, I lied down on the mattress arranged for the massage.

I also made sure that, even Nish is naked during the entire session of the massage. (I had pulled down his shorts once we came out of the tub. He began the massage with the shoulders, pouring lavish amount of oil on my body. He then rubbed along my back, sides and up toward the sides of my breasts. With my hands extended over my head, I found myself anticipating more. Soon, I found myself crying silently for more. How rich an experience it was to realize all that I needed was to relax and enjoy the ecstasy of this exquisite touch. My body was now crying out for further exploration. His well-oiled hands were cupping my breasts and I started letting out the moans. I usually shout, scream if I am enjoying during massage or love making. His exploration still continued to stroke along my buttocks; exploring up and down the crack; moving from my labia to my rosebud. Occasionally, he grabbed my labia lips and holds them for a long time & just rubs them. This was an extremely sensual experience and I found myself reflexively arching my back to allow better access to my clit. I was left breathless and in ecstasy, a word I find myself repeating over and over again to describe this experience. By now, his fingers had travelled to most intimate part of my body. Simultaneously, he massaged my clit, keeping one finger on the rosebud and the other finger going inside my vagina. I was in heaven. I was enjoying. I started letting out the moans. I needed more inside me, but the breathing exercise which he taught was somehow helping me to control my desires of getting more inside me. Every now and then, my buttocks were flying in air. I started getting uncontrollable, but, again buttocks flying in air and breaths were helping me a bit. I couldn’t hold on for any longer and without any signal, I came. After a long long time, I felt so very relaxed. He lied down next to me, held me tight, put his legs on mine. Ahhh!!! I loved this affection. I felt, I am so being cared. I held him tight too and we had cuddled in each other’s arms. Oh dear, it was so wonderful. Without any second thought, I started smooching him. He responded well. He moved away from me and asked me to rest. After sometime, he sat in front of me and started massaging my inner thighs, with perfect pressure and perfect care. It was reliving moment for me. My Yoni was receiving the attention which is being needed. It was not in the form of sex, but, in the form of a massage. He massaged my mound, then the vaginal lips and slowly guided his fingers inside my Yoni in search of the Goddess-Spot. A shiver ran across my body and my buttocks flew in air, but again, the breathing helped me to control. For the second time, I was about to release after lot of hard work by Nishant. This time, the release felt endless. At above 35, I was mesmerized with the experience and this massage revealed to me about the inner workings of my physical being. I was exhausted. He took a silk cloth and covered me using that. I slept for good 3-4hrs and got refreshed and came out of the room with a cheerful smile on my face and a satisfaction. I bid him good-bye by giving him a kiss. Post his departure, I narrated my experience to my friends, which made them excited and willingness to try. That’s when my friend told me to share my experience on the social network. She showed me his blog where he and few of his clients had shared their experiences, which again tempted me to share my experience. For those who believe that, this story is a fake, it is. For those who believe that, this is just a fantasy, it is. But, for those who believe that, this a genuine experience, yes, it is very much genuine. One cannot force anybody to believe anything. I really liked this phrase written by one of his writer while sharing their experience: “Married/Unmarried females, if you really want to experience this, do not hesitate to contact him, it is worthy an experience. Husbands/Boyfriends, if you really want to gift something special to your wife, then this is it. Contact him without any hesitation and give your spouse a glow, a cheer, a care.” Once I was back home, I shared my experience with my husband, who later invited him to our place. That’s the second part, which will be coming soon. Keep checking. You can contact him on [email protected]