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kama sutra positions
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Lying down positions:
Preludes
Ardent young men, do not neglect the preliminaries!
Endeavour to satisfy your mistress. Listen to her desires. Some men, carried
away by the power of their desire, forget the prelude, only to be surprised when
they are pushed away later! Yet it is such a delight to kiss, to caress, to
nibble one another... To explore with your hand or your mouth her body, her
breasts, her neck, her belly, down to her innermost curves. Fulfilled, the
beloved shall return these kisses and caresses wholeheartedly. No part of the
beloved's body should be neglected. Her lover shall make it his duty to discover
them, to reveal to his mistress all the pleasure she can receive from them.
Indrani
In ancient times darkness ruled. The gods,
powerless against it, imagined and 'created' Indra. Indra the invincible killed
the archdemon Vritra and, by so doing, allowed the organized world to triumph
over chaos. Indra is beautiful like the sun. Like the sun, he is radiant. Only a
'Padmini', a perfect woman with one thousand qualities, can aspire to such a
husband. But, as ancient authors claim, there is only one Padmini in ten million
women. Still, the others need not despair! Through Iong and patient practice,
any woman can perfect the position of Indrani, her legs tucked up, her feet
resting on her thighs. Then she and her husband share a genuine encounter with
the divine essence, token of fertility and love.
Churning
Kamadhenu, the celestial cow with the head of a
woman, born from the churning of the Sea of Milk, has the gift of making every
wish come true. The deserted wife prays to her. O Kamadhenu! She bemoans the
happy times when her beloved showered her with caresses. And here is the lover
returning! He had a dream, he says. Kamadhenu was before him. She had his
beauty's face, her mouth was trembling, her beautiful eyes glistening with
tears. Repentant, he throws himself to her knees. The lover forgives him. He
embraces her, crushing her nearly to the point of suffocation. Hugs and kisses
on her thighs, hugs and kisses on her breasts. Thanking the celestial cow for
opening his eyes, the lover turns his lingam all around inside the delicious
yoni. Divine reunion. Churning the cream.
Mixture Lunch-time
siesta, exhausting heat. Even the flies are sleeping. Secretly, the engaged
couple, shy and charming, meet. Straight kiss, bent kiss, turned kiss, pressed
kiss, fighting tongues... They are well-mannered young people who have been
taught the art of loving. But wait! Quick to forget the wise lessons, carried
away by passion, they tear off, rip off the sweaty silk clothes which stick to
their skin. They roll down on the cold, tiled floor like two young dogs. Mouth
against mouth, gazing into each other's eyes, arms, thighs, legs tightly
entwined... It is difficult to tell one from the other. The mixture of sesamum
seed with rice. Lingam and yoni meet. The engaged couple have celebrated their
wedding night prematurely!
Yawning
A
pale moon shines down on the sleeping
beauty. Kneeling beside her, the lover wakes her with a kiss on her modest brow.
Keeping her eyelids lowered, she smiles. Grasping her rounded hips, the lover
slides her onto his knees. The beauty raises her legs, widely spread. Her ankle
bracelets ring out joyously. The lover, eager, wants to possess what the beauty
reveals to him. The tease shies away, the lover protests. To silence him, the
beauty places her plump foot on his mouth. One by one, the lover kisses her
pearly nails, nibbles her little toes. The beauty coos. She coos so loudly that
she wakes the dove. The bird, alarmed, responds. The beauty laughs. Taking
advantage of her distraction, with one ingenious move, the lover slides into the
coveted yoni.
Cobra He
is a perfect man, educated, rich and respected by all. Only his wife knows
his weakness. Valiant and skilful at all sorts of games, he lacks vigour in
those of love. So she gives him potions to drink, milk mixed with sugar,
uchchata
Conch Sea-woman,
her hair soaked with sweat, coils up like seaweed around her lover's arms. Siren-woman,
her teeth have the same lustre as the pearls adorning her neck. He, the
fisherman, tries to grasp the pink tongue between her lips, but it flees quickly
like a small fish. He holds his breath and dives towards the yoni and its holy
glints. A cruel bite draws a cry from him. She does not let her prey go, the
moray eel! Octopus-woman, she enlaces the fisherman and drags him down to the
bottom of the abyss. Joyously, he lets himself drown... Eventually, the beauty
surrenders. He then climbs astride her lifted thigs and mounts her, beeping her
firmly in position under his knees. In the ocean of pleasures, they are the two
united valves of a beautiful shellfish: the conch.
Pestle
The room is perfumed, the flowered bed ready for love, but these two beep their
distance, sulking. They are not lovers, they are deceived spouses. The
unfaithful wife of one is attracted to the fickle husband of the other. They
meet to talk it over. The betrayed wife sheds tears. The deceived husband is
duty-bound to console her. How curious — he thought he did not like chubby
women, yet this one arouses him endlessly. He wipes her cheeb with a caress.
Refusing to be indebted to such a nice man, she gives him a kiss. Rivalling each
other in politeness, they cuddle, tickle, embrace. And now, clasping her in his
arms, erect like a mast in the middle of the bed, he pounds her and polishes
her. Delicious revenge.
continued on Kama Sutra to end with tantra
positions
Deliberate
Orgasm Duet