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