Friday, September 3, 2004. Introducing TantraA couple of weeks passed without dramatic events. I had pleasant discussions with Tina at the indoor games, but no bold flirting. We had stopped coaching the girls because of the cold and rainy September. I was experienced in meditation and organized a practice group, but didn’t talk about it unless asked. Then a local newspaper wrote about it. On the next game trip, Tina bomba...

As he wakes, he sees his beautiful lover kneeling on the room floor for her morning meditation. He is in awe of the wonderful figure, her smooth skin, which is perfect for sensual caresses and her perfectly shaped breasts, which he likes to fondle at every opportunity. Her adorably sensitive nipples feel so wonderful between his lips. Her naked figure is covered by only a sheer, gossamer net. Her breathing, slow and rhyth...

The white van bumped and shifted around the twists and turns of the dirt road through the forest. The young man at the wheel knew it was just a short half mile off the main road, but having to drive more slowly always made it seem longer. And despite how many times he made the trip, the break in the trees and the subsequent blinding sunlight always caught him off guard. He squinted and raised his hand to block the light,...

Another might have scoffed, but sitting naked and cross-legged opposite, I know his mind is wide open to all possibilities. Our knees are close with wrists over them, one face-up, one face-down. Eyes closed, breathing together, bodies swaying in time. The tingle starts in my hand as I feel the heat from his hovering over it. Expanding through my body, refocusing on my centre, heating my core. A tear slips down my cheek li...

Sitting in Flanders fields, Maria begins reading from Im Westen nichts Neues.  Hearing her voice sets my heart aflutter.  One-hundred years ago, both of us had lost relatives here, dying on opposite sides of a fruitless war. She catches my stare and the book falls in our embrace.  Her electrifying kisses set the inevitable in motion.  Time stops while love grows.  Raising her skirt, she lowers her pussy onto my cock.  Two...

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.  -Friedrich Nietzsche                                Feels like it’s still morning, I think. Hard to tell time from the trace of filtered light peeking through tiny creases in the hotel’s blackout shades. I roll languidly across the bed and pull my phone from where it rests on the side table. The clock on the homescreen confirms, 10:18AM. I’m h...