The word yoga actually means "to join together." Obviously, this is very appropriate when discussing yoga and its connection to sex. Traditionally, Tantra followers viewed sexual connections as the ultimate form of yoga. Traditionally, many Tantrics practiced hatha yoga in the nude. This was partly just for convenience's sake, simply to allow unrestricted f...
Part one is a little long because I'm trying to set up the story for the rest of the series. Thanks for your patience. Enjoy. * April muttered an oath under her breath as she pushed through the huge, glass double doors of Dupree Enterprises. Her plane arrived in New Orleans two hours late and, therefore, left her no time to change clothes, let alone fine a...
Chapter. 5 'Friends In Need' Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes, PC's and e-mails on my previous stories. In this chapter: Learning that Kat, Kitten and Jo are in jail, Melodie, Tiffany and Courtney come to their rescue. Enjoy. ------------------------------------------------ Gamma House was quiet. It was the week before final exams. M...
10 In Vicki While you read this part of the story, listen to: Ommadawn by Mike Oldfield Of course I was in love with Vicki. What I didn't realize at first was that it was a game for her, a game like so many games she played, or that were played with her. The deception became clear by summer. Vicki had been with us for more than a year and, uh, well,...
"Come along girl," Annabelle heard her new governess, a certain Miss Muriel Gray, order as the older woman's fingertip coaxed the young woman's panting body back into position over Muriel's lap on the sofa. The young lady couldn't resist a sigh as the finger slid down under the swell of her pubic mound. Given she was already naked at her governesses behest...
Calliope explained that there had been a fresh influx of slaves at the market, and that she liked to choose those for the Seraglio; she suggested that I might enjoy the trip, saying it would be a treat. Since arriving in Istanbul, I had not left the Topkapi Palace. As it was the size of the village I had spent my life in, plus some, that was not quite the h...
Chapter 02: Wild Weekend Hello and welcome to my readers. In response to your requests, here is a sequel to my story 'Coming Clean'. You may wish to read 'Coming Clean' first, as it tells how Melodie, Kat and Kitten first met. As always, I appreciate your votes and comments on my submittals. Thanks to tickledkitty for her incisive editorial skills and geek...
My name is Simone. I was born in a suburb outside of New York City twenty three years ago. By the time I was five, my mom had left my father for another man and followed this guy down south to Memphis, Tennessee. Edward was his name. I had never liked him. In less than a year, they were married. By the time I was fifteen, he was looking at me more than he...
My name is Kristin Benedict. A five-foot-ten, curvaceous Black woman in my early twenties. I've got short hair, medium brown skin and pale gray eyes. My father James Benedict is Haitian-American. He works as a heart surgeon at Mass General. That's actually where he met my mother Juanita Sanchez. She came to the emergency room with her sick aunt during his fi...
Introduction: Another tale of lesbian seduction with more rough sex, slurs used in the context of rough sex and...well, rough sex. Lots of dom/sub stuff. If you liked chapter one, I think you'll like part two. If you didn't like chapter one, you should probably not read chapter two. There's a bit of an added wrinkle. The use of "Mommy" and "Daddy" in a sex...