It was probably some sort of bespoke, extra-thin, extra-soft tissue paper. Flaccid was the only state it could hide, for turgidity of the phallic kind was too much an ask for a tissue paper. Moments before, i had the confidence of almost taking off everything in front of the masseur, who was standing right behind, probably giggling at my ceremonial unclothing. I had almost taken the ultimate step to nudity, when the masseur asked me to hold my horses. He had a thin strip of paper ready to cover my properties. He rolled it around my waste, just as i was slowly drawing the curtains down. The paper was now pulled down my posterior and passed on to me from between my legs, to be pulled up my front and tucked in. The resulting construct was more like the traditional 'langot', which is famous with the modern day sexually conscious male gym-goers and which keeps your belongings in check during strenuous physical exercise. It must be noted that this paper construct meant to reassure that one is not totally naked, was miserably failing at the task.
He asked me to lie down on the massage bed face down and let the music play. I don't know why but the instruction somehow reminded of a past sexual act. Just as i was growing a little nervous at the prospect of their being some hidden camera recording my antics - or more appropriately, his antics - i felt a strong smell of ayurvedic oil. Before i could say something to the tune of "Holy Cow! What the fuck is that!", i experienced the warmth of tonnes of oil poured down my back. He goes on to pour some on the arms, and then moves to the lower territories. He thankfully jumps over my property and goes on to drench my legs in some more of that pungent oil. Only when I inform him of my fear of drowning, does he stops bathing me in oil . He is now ready for the next act.
Moving closer to my upper back and neck, he makes first contact. His hands are warm and soft, and his touch, gentle. He slowly moves his hands all over my upper back, rubbing in ever so lightly. I feel good. He moves onto my neck and massages it well with both his hands. I feel much more relaxed just in this few minutes. Ready to explore other territories, he moves further down my body, passing my lower back and onto my lower-lower back. The oil on my lower back is enough to drench some of my lower-lower back as well. He starts to massage it and massage it well. He takes hold of both parts of it, confidently manoeuvring his hands so they they can both soak in as much of that warmth as possible. It feels really good.
Just as he is handling my lower-lower back i wonder if he plans to go any deeper. I must not let him do that. He just cant go deeper. He must stay on the exterior. To my respite, he clearly wasn't planning to explore the depths. He moves onto the legs and then to the feet. He massages the pads of my feet so well that it feels like heaven. Rubbing his fingers in between my toes and letting them all soak in the oil, he makes me feel ticklish yet wonderful. Just as i start to feel the most relaxed since i that room, he asks me to turn over.
As i turn, i realise that there is practically nothing that piece of paper could hide. Its all their in the open for all cameras to record, may be also zoom in to see the details. My only hope was that since none of the camera are visible, and since the place seemed like a respected destination, there should not be any cameras. But then that may also be the precise reason why they'd put secret cameras. Unconcerned about the them, i let him pour some more warm oil on my chest. He repeats the ritual and drenches all the front parts of my body with oil, leaving the middle ground dry for now. He starts to massage my chest and i start to feel the most sensuous in the room yet. He is massaging in a circular motion, moving around both my nipples. He casually touches the nipples too, but not with much intent. He now decides to move down my abdomen and my heart skips a beat. But, i see that I am not very uplifted yet. I did not find this guy particularly attractive, but i was still expecting that his touch would lift things up.
He moves over my pelvis, missing the most coveted region, at-least for now. After massaging the legs, he once again pleasures me immensely with that feet massage. I see him coming right up, only to cross the zone. I am still not uplifted and it seems that he would only handle things when they were uplifted. But I want to him handle it, and to handle it the best he can. So, i try to concentrate on my breathing, hoping that it would make me feel more sensuous. I try to feel every touch deeply and think about the last 'xvideos' clip i watched. BUT, its not helping. I see no upliftment. It has become an almost vicious cycle. I want him to go to the zone to lift things up, but we wont go there till the things are uplifted.
I considered it highly inappropriate to ask him what i really wanted, for what if he had never wanted to do that in the first place. I kept mum, hoping that he would get the obvious signal and massage me there, massage me well. But, he clearly misses the point. He moves up now and says that he would washing his hands to perform the facial massage. With that hand wash, all my hopes too were going down the drain. To my horror, he now unbolts the door and goes out as I lie there, absolutely naked, hoping that no one else enters the room. He comes back after a few moments and starts the facial, dashing all my hopes of any higher level of pleasure.
In a few more minutes it was all done.
He asks me to stand, wipes me all up with the towels and asks to clothe. Honestly, it felt as weird as the clothing ceremony after sex, yet this was an act devoid of any sexual pleasure. It was weird that the very thing i had expected to definitely happen in a Kerala massage, didn't happen. I take back all my stuff. Go out. Head to the hotel. My massage was an utter disappointment.
If only that thin trip of paper has aphrodisiacal properties.
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| If only i too could do that |
He asked me to lie down on the massage bed face down and let the music play. I don't know why but the instruction somehow reminded of a past sexual act. Just as i was growing a little nervous at the prospect of their being some hidden camera recording my antics - or more appropriately, his antics - i felt a strong smell of ayurvedic oil. Before i could say something to the tune of "Holy Cow! What the fuck is that!", i experienced the warmth of tonnes of oil poured down my back. He goes on to pour some on the arms, and then moves to the lower territories. He thankfully jumps over my property and goes on to drench my legs in some more of that pungent oil. Only when I inform him of my fear of drowning, does he stops bathing me in oil . He is now ready for the next act.
Moving closer to my upper back and neck, he makes first contact. His hands are warm and soft, and his touch, gentle. He slowly moves his hands all over my upper back, rubbing in ever so lightly. I feel good. He moves onto my neck and massages it well with both his hands. I feel much more relaxed just in this few minutes. Ready to explore other territories, he moves further down my body, passing my lower back and onto my lower-lower back. The oil on my lower back is enough to drench some of my lower-lower back as well. He starts to massage it and massage it well. He takes hold of both parts of it, confidently manoeuvring his hands so they they can both soak in as much of that warmth as possible. It feels really good.
Just as he is handling my lower-lower back i wonder if he plans to go any deeper. I must not let him do that. He just cant go deeper. He must stay on the exterior. To my respite, he clearly wasn't planning to explore the depths. He moves onto the legs and then to the feet. He massages the pads of my feet so well that it feels like heaven. Rubbing his fingers in between my toes and letting them all soak in the oil, he makes me feel ticklish yet wonderful. Just as i start to feel the most relaxed since i that room, he asks me to turn over.
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| Exactly how my massage room didn't look |
He moves over my pelvis, missing the most coveted region, at-least for now. After massaging the legs, he once again pleasures me immensely with that feet massage. I see him coming right up, only to cross the zone. I am still not uplifted and it seems that he would only handle things when they were uplifted. But I want to him handle it, and to handle it the best he can. So, i try to concentrate on my breathing, hoping that it would make me feel more sensuous. I try to feel every touch deeply and think about the last 'xvideos' clip i watched. BUT, its not helping. I see no upliftment. It has become an almost vicious cycle. I want him to go to the zone to lift things up, but we wont go there till the things are uplifted.
I considered it highly inappropriate to ask him what i really wanted, for what if he had never wanted to do that in the first place. I kept mum, hoping that he would get the obvious signal and massage me there, massage me well. But, he clearly misses the point. He moves up now and says that he would washing his hands to perform the facial massage. With that hand wash, all my hopes too were going down the drain. To my horror, he now unbolts the door and goes out as I lie there, absolutely naked, hoping that no one else enters the room. He comes back after a few moments and starts the facial, dashing all my hopes of any higher level of pleasure.
In a few more minutes it was all done.
He asks me to stand, wipes me all up with the towels and asks to clothe. Honestly, it felt as weird as the clothing ceremony after sex, yet this was an act devoid of any sexual pleasure. It was weird that the very thing i had expected to definitely happen in a Kerala massage, didn't happen. I take back all my stuff. Go out. Head to the hotel. My massage was an utter disappointment.
If only that thin trip of paper has aphrodisiacal properties.
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