The story below is a true account of an sexual experience someone shared with me. With her permission, turned it into a story for this site. I wanted to thank her (she knows who she is) for inspiring me to write this piece. Thank you for reading it. Your feedback is appreciated and makes this all worthwhile. Please do not forget to vote.
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I am a cultural anthropologist. I study various cultures, their customs, belief systems, and what makes them unique or similar to other cultures.
One similarity that I have found in most (if not all) of the cultures I have researched is how human sexuality is regarded, practiced, and talked about. Most cultures hold up certain sexual lifestyles as taboo. These taboos vary and cultures with differing taboos tend to clash, mostly behind the veil of religion and morality - which the cultures maintain.
In looking at human sexuality versus cultural taboos, I have found that regardless of culture, we are all similar sexual human beings...with the same underlying needs and desires. Many people may appear to uphold and maintain the cultural taboos, yet privately either give in to their deepest desires - or at least fantasize about them. Bucking our own cultural taboos does not make us immoral, nor does it mean that we are turning our backs on our individual cultures. It does mean that we are being true to ourselves and wish to explore our deepest desires.
With that in mind, I have set out to explore the sexual experiences of everyday people with ordinary lives from a variety of cultures. I want to explore "real" sexuality, not the kind of sex that could only happen in a pornographic film.
My first interview was with a woman from India. She is happily married, yet enjoys exploring her bi-sexual side with a close female friend. The following is her true account of and erotic encounter that she had while on a holiday at a resort. Her husband had some business to attend to, leaving her alone to play. Of course her name has been changed to protect her privacy.
Leyla's Story
My husband and I traveled to a popular resort in India. It was a four-star hotel with all the amenities, including a spa. Unfortunately for me, my husband had some business meetings to attend while we were at the resort. This left me alone to find ways in which to amuse myself, or I could have joined some of the other spouses for some planned activities. I am not one for idol chatting with people I do not know, so I decided to have a nice lunch (alone), a few drinks and then possibly sit and read by the pool.
I sat at my table and ordered another drink, feeling a little down that my husband could not join me. What was the point in being in this luxurious retreat without being able to share the experience with anyone? My waiter must have sensed my tension and frustration. He suggested that he take me over to the spa and set up an appointment for a head and neck massage. The suggestion sounded like a good one, and I thought that it would at least use up some time that day.
I followed him toward the spa. When we got there, I was a little disappointed when we found out that the female massage therapist had no openings in her schedule for a few hours. I was about to leave, when my waiter offered to give me a massage instead. I had not had another man (other than my husband) touch my body, so I was reluctant to accept his offer. I guess it was because of the drinks I had at lunch, but my inhibitions were a little lower than usual. I began to think that the experience might be fun.
He took me to a room and asked me to remove my dress and put on a gown. He then left the room. Keeping my bra and panties on, I put on the gown. He soon returned, dimmed the lights, put on soft instrumental music, and had me sit on a stool. He then poured some scented oils on my head and started massaging slowly. First he rubbed them into my hair and then my head (he was standing behind me). This continued for some time, and then his hands moved down to my neck and massaged it for what seemed like an eternity.
We talked about general things β like where he/I came from, the weather etc. Then he started kneading my shoulders slowly β all of this was making me relaxed and was feeling wonderful. He then changed position and moved so that he was in front of me. He began to massage my head from the front, moving to my forehead. By this time he was very close to me and I could see the bulge in his shorts - it was so close that I was having difficulty resisting the urge to reach out and touch it. His hands moved to my shoulders, using the oil liberally. Since I still had my bra on, the strap was getting in the way. He suggested that I should remove or it would get stained from the oils. He left the room briefly to retrieve more. I removed my bra, but put the gown back on and waited for him to return. When he did, he then suggested that I lie down on the massage table so that he could give me a good back rub. I was unsure of what to do... my close friend, Preet, had similar encounters and had told me about then and she had ended having sex with the massage therapist. She always wanted me to have similar experience and was encouraging me to try. So I decided to see how things would play out.
He asked me to remove the gown and lie on my stomach β he held a big towel in front of him and after I lay down, he covered me with it. Then he removed the top half and started massaging my back in a slow motion β then he moved to my hands and sides, using oil liberally. It was felt wonderful. Next he started with my toes and legs, massaging them until he reached my knees. By this time, I was getting exited and was thinking about what he would do next.