Erotic Karma
By Aleq de Satyr
Prologue
When most people talk about karma, they're likely referring to the great law of cause and effect. According to this law, whatever thoughts or energy you put out, you get back -- good or bad. In order to get what you want, you have to embody and be worthy of those things. As a man himself sows, so he himself reaps; no man inherits the good or evil act of another man. The fruit is of the same quality as the action. The law of cause and effect.
Just like the law of gravity, Buddhists see karma as a natural force of the universe. Karma means action. Physics shows that for every action, there must be an equal and opposite reaction. Karma is energy, which in itself is neither good nor bad.
Summer Of Surprises...
My name is Royce. My passion is the Arts; literary, musical, the theater. I'd been published by both North and South American publishers. I'm also an athlete of sorts; sprinting and soccer. In late Spring a series of my erotica were published in an Alternative Women's Literary Journal, "Intercursus".
In early Summer I received a letter from the Associate Editor, a woman called Maiya Rivers. Her condensed letter read...
"I love to savor the pleasure of good, creative erotica, both mine (which I occasionally indulge in) and that of others; especially your assorted pieces published recently in Intercursus namely, "Noctis Tenebrae", "Fantasm" and "Femalia". I extremely enjoyed your wild barrage of lush images, which were full of lusty and lyrical dreams, the taste of nature and the mystique of cunt.
I became very excited while I read your very wet poetic-prose. This rarely happens to me...Your writing is simply fascinating. Truly amazing for a man to be so attuned to women in every respect; to have such deep-seated empathy with Feminism, sharing women's concerns and their despairs.
The erotic scenes are beautiful, sensitive and cognizant of the many dimensions of female sexuality. The rhythm is compelling, the sensual adventures tantalizing, with a special quality to seduce the reader. They are frankly carnal and full of explicit language, deeds and thoughts, which I personally enjoy.
It is so refreshing to know that at least some men do appreciate women totally. Their minds, their bodies, their psyche, their souls and not just as sex objects and chattel. I'd love to meet you someday. Please let me know if that is possible".
The letter was a total surprise for me and it got me very excited with its effusive compliments and appreciation. I wrote back expressing my desire to meet. Maiya then expressed a desire for correspondence between us, having concluded that "we are on the same wavelength"...We did correspond sporadically for some time. She is quite political and strongly believes that women writers need to integrate sex into art and literature more.
We were both eager to meet someday, but somehow I never really felt any urgency mainly because I was constantly distracted by other commitments and priorities. Well, a couple of weeks into Summer I got a phone call from Maiya, vehemently inviting me to visit her. The two hour drive to where she lived outside the city was rather uneventful. Maiya's house was sort of Sybaritic. Wall to wall rugs, bookcases full of books, bronze statuettes, ornate alcoves, abstract paintings, stereo and video systems, the works.
There was lots of food booze and pot. After some refreshments Maiya took me to a matinee performance at the "Cauldron", the most artistic, women-oriented, underground club in town, where Art and porn blend very well. You know, women are very good with that kind of creativity...It was a very erotic and beautiful ballet-cum-modern dance by five naked women, who at the finale, formed a daisy chain on stage and sucked each other's cunts to a wild applause from the mostly lesbian audience.
I was stunned and I daresay had a good hardon. It was my first foray into the Radical-feminist-hedonist underground. Another surprise from Maiya. We finally made it back to her place by late afternoon...I was overwhelmed by her. She was more exciting, wittier and more outrageous in the flesh than in her letters. She was "so eager to experience me"; to find out what makes me tick. We told each other funny stories or those laced with destiny and sex. It was a conversation of the body, a vocabulary of the body. And Maiya's body looked pretty good for a 50 year old woman.
"Do you desire me now? "she asked at some point.
"You know I do, we have postponed this too long" I said, reminding her of the missed opportunities back in the Spring. The trip to the bedroom was filled with earnest anticipation. I noticed an assortment of sex toys on the dresser. Maiya has nice, medium-sized breasts with nipples like rosebuds. Her stomach and flanks were supple. The dense, black, curly pubic hair fanned out in a huge V between her thighs. Her head hair loose and tousled, her clavicles deep and elegant.
She lay down on the bed, legs spread, knees bent. I looked at her honey-colored flesh, touching her with my eyes. She was downy all over. I was stunned, two heavy surprises in one day, I thought.
Maiya's naked hairy body melted under my hands as I caressed her on the water bed. I pressed my fingers on her luxuriant bush, the hairs feeling spongy and resilient. I played with them for a long time before spreading open her pressed-together, hot and sizzling inner labia, the color of porphyry and feldspar. Her big clitoris hard throbbing; her flesh quivered and relaxed. She was indolent with sensuality.
"I have been growing my clitoris for some time, do you like it" she whispered.
"It's totally gorgeous" I answered.
I stroked her exposed vulva, looking deeply into her eyes, slowly sliding my fingers easily along the wet folds while she dripped into my palm. Her eyes were dark with lust. "That feels so good" she whispered, biting my earlobe. Crouching between her widespread thighs, I stroked her engorged clitoris with my cock; sure, deft strokes that opened the still lake of her cunt and her juices streamed out like a gentle waterfall.
She made a pleasure-agony sound as I buried my very hard cock in her and it sank until our soggy pubic hairs mingled. I felt her expansive cunt widening to accept me. Maiya moaned with pleasure as I glided in and out of her, slowly, tantalizingly.
"O Goddess, that feels so good, what a wonderful cock, so big so fucking hard" she whimpered and I plowed and plowed her cunt with deep strong strokes, gently pounding her "sacred spot", the deepest point of the cunt which gives the greatest pleasure according to Tantrik lore...Her body arching to me, moving rhythmically to feel more deeply my inexorable cock. She was hot now, letting out small sounds of Ahhh, ahh, her cunt tight around my cock as I fucked her extravagantly, for a long, long time.
Power surged in me as I drove deeper into her womb. Maiya was totally abandoned to the exquisite pleasure, calling my name, begging me not to stop. Then she began to shake and tremble violently in orgasm, screaming continuously. She was unwilling to relinquish my throbbing cock so I rested inside her for a while.
I resumed fucking her moving inside her slowly for long moments before withdrawing my dick and sucking her vulva, clitoris, filling her with my tongue, hearing her distracted cries of pleasure. I move my cock back inside Maiya's cunt with deep thrusts, slow withdrawals and swift plunges. A steady rhythm and momentum of thrusting, her juices spilling out.
Again her body jerked violently and she released a long primitive howl, filling the room with the sound of her orgasm, while I was overtaken by an enormous explosion of an orgasm, gushing a torrent of cum into her.
"That was perfect, delicious", muttered Maiya as she drifted off to sleep, her cunt a hot odorous cavern overflowing with slimy juices.
It was a beautiful, oblique night. Maiya and I, glowing from a shared joint and a bottle of wine, cuddled, kissed, caressed, entwine and rubbed against each other in bed. Streams of Chopin's nocturnes flowed from the radio. Her thighs parted for me like rivers.
The scintillating music vibrated in our bodies as my dick curved inwards, deep inside her forcing louder, wet, liquid sounds from her cunt. Her cries became darker, mournful as she opened and closed her liquefied pussy, elastic in ecstasy. The darkness gathered up, deepened.
"I am so happy" she whispered.
"And you are truly wonderful" I responded...I felt her quivering as I moved faster, harder in her creamy depths, storming her goddess spot, breaching her womb. Maiya trembled violently as she came superhuman, with a wrenching orgasm. I howled like a coyote, plunging headlong into the abyss with her, my semen gushing in thick spurts into her thirsty womb. We collapsed into sleep.
I fucked Maiya round the clock for four days...In bed, on the living room rug, in the den, in the shower, on the breakfast table, at a solitary spot at the Dunes where she took me on Sunday. When she took me out sightseeing, she clung to me her hand in my pocket, holding on to my cock till we got back and start fucking again. The sex was very heavy, concentrated, soaking wet.
I constantly pursued Maiya's orgasm relentlessly, responding to her needs. She'd ascend higher and higher into ecstasy, my cock cramming against the mouth of her womb, her hips rolling to meet me...She would cry out and I'd call to her, driving into her hard and deep, releasing gushes of hot semen, inundating her. She'd roll from side to side then collapse against me with a loud satiated sigh.
After a while she'd begin to undulate beneath me again, her hunger flowering again...Her cunt feeling like a murky sea of wet flesh, cascading around my cock. We'd start to fuck again. She was all tears on day four when I told her I planned to leave the next day. Of course that disarmed me.
On day five late morning, I'd just had a shower, smelling of cologne and raised a rampant hardon involuntarily, I strode naked into the living room filled with sensuous guitar music, unaware that we had company, when I set eyes on another woman with Maiya. She gasped audibly gazing at my erect dick, her eyes glazed. I was about to turn around and head for the bedroom for my clothes.
"Oh Royce, this is my best friend Nyna" said Maiya.
