the sex god - No Mud No Lotus by Ben Belenus

Author:Ben Belenus [Belenus, Ben]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Belenus Publishing
Published: 2012-05-13T04:00:00+00:00

Reader, what do you think about this one? Your held-idea of how a man should behave, that is good or that is bad behaviour. Those very ideas can cause you suffering. So everything “I do to you” which exposes your attachments (suffering) is surely a blessing?

We had less than an hour before the others returned from town for the evening fiesta.

‘Are you sure about this sweetheart?’ I hesitated for a moment. ‘We can only do this once; it’ll be our special bond.’ Life isn’t a rehearsal.

‘Yes, how lovely, yes, yes, let's, show me.’

We are responsible for our own pleasure. It is up to us to get to know what we want and then ask for it. Men are not responsible for a woman’s pleasure. Not just in bed, but in all of life.

I took her hand inviting her to stand up.

An emotional bungee jump started as I inhaled her confection through a rush of desire. Desire had always been a natural part of my condition, perhaps arising from an inner sense of lack. When I give my desires attention, they grow. When I ignore my desires they disappear. The desiring sex god had my attention.

‘This is our secret Penny. We need to be quick, I need you to submit and let me drive, okay?’ The MTV was cut, allowing a fragrant Latin salsa groove from the poolside to waft into the room.

But how to proceed? A young woman doesn’t know what she wants as she is on a new journey. Maybe she has a vague idea of what she wants from her own masturbatory exploration; but Penny didn’t communicate her needs. Indeed sometimes a woman has an un-awakened yoni that requires an innocent or masterly opening. How can a man possibly know how to please her? Every woman is to be discovered, explored.

I embraced her with one arm from behind; her waif body melted in my strength. I inhaled her, she was lightly perfumed and had tequila on her breath; fragrance is so much of an experience. Her body was shower-hot against me. A confident seduction started to flow through me. Trepidation became torrid passion, her robe fell to the floor. I looked over her shoulder down her chest admiring her small pale breasts, waiting. My free fingers glanced over one nipple and then pegged onto the other. She giggled at first, but her gently swaying wriggle told me that she loved her induction. I bit her shoulder tenderly and sniffed behind her ear – I felt her relax. My fingers toured her tan lines with a gossamer touch on her porcelain skin. Her eyes opened and we could see each other in the mirror. I slid her legs apart with my foot and then dropped a finger down into her dark pubes; so contrasted against her pale un-tanned skin. She tensed in anticipation of my ravage.

Her clit protruded itself. She was unusually sensitive. My finger penetrated her, shallow at first and then pop, it slipped in. No saliva was necessary.

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