Awakening the Kundalini

I am helplessly, and hopelessly, in love with my husband. He is life itself for me. But my wretched excuse of a life partner is a lying bastard. Nonetheless, he is a skilled lover.

Just a touch and I melt all through. I feel all my self-will and restraint thawing away like ice from the sun whenever he touches me.

Things were no different the other day when I followed him to this hotel where he screwed his secretary senselessly. I watched the whole shenanigans throw high powered binocs I had acquired through a friend of mine who works in the military.

That evening I waited for Tariq to come home and lie through his teeth about his afternoon tryst. Well, I got what I expected. Deny! Deny! Deny! Isn’t that the international anthem all men sing when they are confronted about their lying ways?

Tariq, all innocent over his youthful face for a forty-year-old, was all apologies when I confronted him with photographic evidence. For the umpteenth time in our sensuously passionate marriage we made up and had crazy sex that made me feel that I had not yet had Tariq’s best.

I felt my vulva unfurl like a flower and Tariq’s penis fill completely. I lifted my hips up to show Tariq how hungry my cunt was for his maleness that had seriously fucked another woman so hard that I was pink with overuse (and definitely not to pee). I could feel my pulsating and gaping hole exposed calling Tariq to feast on it. Up went my thighs and rested my legs on his shoulders as he plunged deep into me forcefully. I felt the length of his rock hard cock all the better and for an instant I was jealous of the joy his stick gave his secretary as I surveilled on them.

I lost myself into the moment and reached behind him to stroke his butt as he rhythmically drove into me. Then, something that had never happened to me did. I felt all juices in my body trickle from wherever they were held and flow, like a river, to the base of my womanhood. They drenched and soaked every fibre of my being then begun to rise up my spine heightening the pleasure and satisfaction I was feeling.

Before Tariq started panting in orgasmic trance, a torch lit in me and illuminated the darkest recesses of my being that had been forever barred from getting any light in my lifetime as the juices trickled to them. my body felt like a delta entering an ocean of unknown waters.

Tariq awakened the Kundalini in me, and we were not even started.

Copyright ©Rati Yue, 2013

Sex Tip of the Week: Wheelbarrow in the Air

Is is exciting, an athletic experience.

Warning!!! It's not for the frail, and definitely not for women with bad backs (and dislocated hip joints). 

Don't hold it more than a few thrusts though. It might cause a back injury. Who wants a paralyzed fuck after all????

Sex Tip of the Week: Standing Position

A slight deviation of the standing position provides specific

sensation and eroticism. 

Holding the woman during intercourse is a Herculean labour of love not for the faint of heart. 

In the days of the Kama Sutra women clung to their lovers with their arms and legs. It is surprising the strength that passion can give, but (idiot alert) don't overestimate it!

Sex Tip of the Week: Sex is not a Race

In sex, there is no contest and there's no race. 

The best sex is timeless and, in order to make it feel so, it's worth remembering a couple of points:


1.    Try and arrange to have sex at a time of the day when you're not tired. If you have more energy, there won't be so much hurry to finish - you can enjoy leisurely lovemaking.

2.    Make sure your sex session is open-ended, so that you can really become absorbed in what you're doing. 

Anne Hooper, Dare to... Sex Guide

Sex Tip of The Week: The Missionary Position

The missionary position does not necessarily bring a woman to orgasm/climax. Give her lots of clitoral stimulation, and for you men who learnt from the ancient books that a woman's vagina is a hole to get in and out anyhow, let this get into you - stimulate her gently and to the maximum before you penetrate. Some of us women like finger stimulation at the same time as face-to-face intercourse. Intercourse, yes, not fucking. 

PivoFuck

I’m the gymnast in bedroom. For him he knows what Johann Ludwig Krapf said men and women should fuck, back in the year 1800. Moreover, he is a three-second guy. No more, no less. Three seconds, ninety nanoseconds tops.

I decided to research on how I can help him last longer inside me. I’m a girl who loves it in me for eons. His lightning strike fucking leaves the engine when it was just warming up to rev.

Armed with my research, I let him enter me with such hunger and velocity that is his trademark. Just before the first second elapsed and he began to pant in anticipation of his premature orgasm, I raised my legs in the air exposing my hairy pussy to gases of the atmosphere. I then turned right around his projection like a horizontal wheel around a vertical axis.

As though on cue, I felt his hand on my boobs. He cuddled the titties and pinched my nipples as his caresses intensified.

Thanks to my yoga, I reached for his reclining torso and fondled his chest, his penis in me like a pivot in flesh and blood from which stemmed archetypal pleasure.

The rock hard shaft pushed deep inside to a new deepest deep. I squirmed and raised myself a little taking the whole length of his maleness I so madly wanted to feel clogged in me.

As though my mind was a haze of delirium and cobwebs, everything cleared and the only thing that mattered was me twerking my ass like a stripper giving my oh-so beloved pussy the fuck of the century. I concentrated on my butt movements and cunt circulating on the pole that was poring deep inside me like a drill. I couldn’t believe that my Guinness book of records lollipop had lasted for twenty minutes and counting.

Well, the book had said that it is the position all men with premature ejaculation should fuck. It enhances sexual continence.

I didn’t stop coming until he came (after an hour).

Copyright ©Rati, 2013

The Gazelle & the Stallion

I came for the umpteenth time. Had I stopped coming in the first place? By now we had tried all sexual positions and styles on the book and when I was thinking we had exhausted everything he surprised me.

He grabbed me by my waiflike waist and pulled me towards his twitching cock. I felt his maleness enter me glazing the walls of my ever juicy pussy and fit snuggly in me like a lock and key. To support myself, I got hold of his wrists and rested my small butt on his thighs.

My pussy, like never before, was very, very hungry and greedy for more cock. I took his rock hard penis into me, the whole length of it knocking at my cervix as it balanced my feather weight on him.

To spice up the sensation I was feeling coursing through every vein of my already over-fucked, over-kissed, over-sucked body, the glans and the shaft massaged the upper area of my vagina as though on cue. Literally, my vagina danced a slow waltz as sensation rushed through it like a torrential river. It felt like I was in heaven. Heck, I was in heaven.

As his shaft fucked me sideways and horizontally, I accentuated the massage my clit was getting by allowing my head to fall backwards to the ground and, still holding onto him like a precious relic, controlled the pleasure his penis was pumping into me by gyrating my hips, twisting and moving in circular motions.

I felt a feeling I had never felt before, a draining of my energy (both sexual and physical) at alarming rate to damning levels and, before the alarm wailed, flowed along the spine to the head generating an elevated type of orgasm that send me spiralling to the ground as my trembling pussy gushed squirt like a fountain.

I lay crumpled on the floor like a mangled body, oh yes I was mangled by his cock, trembling from the off-this-earth orgasm while he recovered from his own ejaculation after emptying the whole sac on me.

It was the best of the best that day.

Copyright ©Rati, 2013

Creamie Pie

I lay back, resting on my hyper muscled arms ready to take her lissom figure in perfect fit like a lock and key. The veins of my penis strained and enlarged it so much that it hurt, but it was worth the cost. Being inside her brought such debilitating pleasure I lost touch with reality.

She placed herself so that my rock hard, throbbing cock aimed directly at the bull’s eye that’s her ass hole at her buttocks from the rear. I directed my tumescent member that was already weeping pre-cum parting her labia majora and labia minora like the Red Sea.

I pulled her pelvis up to my waist forcing her to lean on me something that was met with a slight plunge into her dripping wet cunt. She almost screamed and I almost released on that slight impact, but I wanted to last like forever inside her, procrastinate the detonation of the bomb that was the lust I had for her pussy.  

That’s where the many hours I spent at the gym paid off. The movement of her sylphlike figure in vigorous tenacity seemed too much for me at first, but I was not admitting she was almost breaking my dick. The much the pain seethed through me was the much pleasure I absorbed and revelled.

With every wriggle of her waist I felt my twitching penis massage each and every part of her vagina as her thick fleshy lips of her vulva suckled my dick creating the sexiest sounds as air got forced into her hot pudenda by my thrusting.

“I love it when your pussy qweefs,” I said.

“Yes, babe. Fuck me hard, faster. I like it.”

 She increased the velocity of her wriggling and waist twisting occasionally stopping when she sensed my sudden pre-orgasmic thrusting. She’d then chameleon her movements and resume the abrasive fucking when she was sure I had slowed down. Her masterly lovemaking created monumental yearning in me for more, all the more reason I delayed and withheld the semen from escaping from my cunt-hungry dick.

“Give me a cream pie, motherfucker…” she wailed like the girls in porn.

“Get it, bitch. Yearrgghh…..” I replied just like the porn jackasses do.

I let loose the leashes that held my juices back and ejaculated into her ploughed vagina. When I had

depleted all reserves and deposited everything inside her, I watched the semen, intermingled with her thick juices, drip out of her twitching hole, the lips of her vagina forming a smiling curve as the creamy fluid oozed out.

I felt like a porn star admiring the damage I had done to a virgin whore.

Copyright ©Rati, 2013

Climbing the Tree (Kama Sutra)

My new boyfriend, whom I had gotten due to need for hot break up sex after my two-timing excuse of a boyfriend of exactly three weeks and seven hours had left me for a pre-menopausal au pair, dragged me to the edge of the bed as my body still shuddered for the umpteenth orgasm.

I felt my cunt clench around him as he grabbed me and turned me over, almost sliding out (something which I protested by whimpering). He shoved my back up against the wall, felt the hardness and his rock hard, never tiring penis drive into me.

I wrapped my legs stretched around him, as though I was climbing a tree, using his penis as a strong branch to prevent me from falling. I could smell his breath as I stared into his eyes administering all manner of caresses. I pinched him and he pinched back, kissing me indecorously as though I was about to take off from earth to the moon without a warning, the look on his eyes mirroring the mounting lust in my own.

My hands groped for something but touched nothing as his thrusts into my pleasurably bruised pussy became more erratic, shorter and deeper than I had ever experienced in my entire fucking life.

I was coming again, but I had never stopped though. I gripped him tighter in the absence of any other leverage I could get. This was met by his body stiffening and voice rising to a groan that was almost a growl to interlace with my screams. I felt his monumental dick hit a new deep in my dripping wet pussy, his hot spermatozoon drenching my innards as the banks of my deep waters burst open and I waterfalled gallons of squirt on the heavily carpeted floor.

For an instance, we stayed glued together, frozen like a paused movie. My fading moans morphed to soft whimpers as his breathing became deep and ragged, the sexual energy that had seeped and risen in my spinal cord ebbing away like retreating waves.

Still holding onto me, my bullish fucking machine staggered away from the wall and lowered us both to the bed that took us without complain. The bedroom looked like a fucking war zone.

Copyright © Rati, 2013

I Wanna You Fuck Me

Lust in the air as more feel grab me by the pigtails

Go with you to your motel, after your shoe sales,

I look at you and my boobs swell, not that I have to tell,

Boy I gonna stick to you, and you stick on me,

Suck on your dick, guzzle your slick

You suck on pussy, and mine’s right

Can’t promise the door is tight, but pussy is pussy, after midnight.

Sit back on the couch, and lemme do my thing,

You can see me strip, and I can see you drip

It’s cool we jet, the mood set

My pussy wet, rubbing on your face,

My body moving, booty shaking

My titties bouncing, you smiling, lookin’ at me

You loving the way I shake my ass,

bouncin', got ya’ tippin' ya’ glass,

I don’t do this kinda thingy but I got a thing for you

I wanna you fuck me, get stuck to me.

Copyright ©Rati Yue, 2013.

Kinky Fuck

His hand traced the furrow that led to the base of my ass; lingered some more then parted the cheeks of my buttocks with hands shaped by experience. I felt him lodge his tumescent maleness in the aperture tightly closed by my butt. I had never entertained spanking, but this day it was the most romantic thing he did.

Jim used one hand to smack me and the other to rub the marshmallows that is my bum. Just before I could tell him I liked it, the hand sneakily took hold of my rock hard throbbing clit and caressed it. I felt rivulets of strange liquids course through me at the speed of light. Instinctively, I began shaking my booty and I could feel him threatening to plunge into me any minute. That’s not what I wanted. I wanted him to release it all inside me, ten months without sight of him felt like forever

I could feel my movements of joy and pleasure accentuate his craving considerably, so I had to stop before he could let that entire damn burst outside. I’m not wild for him to sow his oats outside.

While he was still lodged in my bottom, he knelt down on the bed and I sat on him with my erect facing west while pointing north provocatively. His left hand reached the front of my nether region and touched my ballooning vulva. That was it. I began to shake-dance from all over, as though I was the epicentre of a tremor. He massaged my labia and clitoris with one hand while he masturbated me with the other when I began to move my pelvis rhythmically.

The hand massaging my twitching clit stopped and shifted to my boobs that have grown bigger than a hot air balloon from his caresses.

Small gasps escaped from my mouth as I groaned in pleasure. His fingers that had invested in my genitalia upped the alert to red and at that very moment I knew I was coming.

It was the orgasm of the year as I made a startling discovery – I could squirt.

Copyright ©Rati, 2013