by Zane
“Hai, yes…Onegai, please…ohh…” She moaned deeply as her body created an erotic dance that Wang enjoyed. He hummed all the way down her body. He caressed her sides. He teased the insides of her thighs. He whispered just above her clit. I knew Wang loved to take his time as he nuzzled his head around the clit to make certain the passage was dripping wet before diving right in.
Sakura was now completely lying down with one leg thrown across the back of the chaise and the other dangling to the floor. Her mouth was parted while her fingers busied themselves pinching her nipples. My own breast ached to be touched, but I was focusing more on my friend.
I could see why she thought I had a problem. There was no sign that hair had ever existed on her mound. It was as smooth as a baby’s bottom and as fragrant as a rose. I had never smelled another woman’s sex, but she had the sweetest aroma and I yearned to get a stronger whiff.
I closed my eyes and ever so slowly inched closer to Sakura. If anybody had ever told me that I would be touching another woman’s breast, let alone tasting her sex, I would have had him or her committed.
Sakura opened her eyes the moment my tongue flicked across her clit. My body was in an awkward position, but I didn’t care. She tasted as sweet as she smelled. Wang moved lower down her slit so that I could fully take her clit between my teeth. I felt her body gyrating beneath me and caught her rhythm. I sucked and licked, teased and pleased. I was encouraged more the moment I felt her hand on the back of my head.
“Onegai, please. Tease no more. Fuck me now.” Sakura uttered the last real words spoken between us.
Wang seemed to awaken at her command. His force in my hand was relentless. He stroked Sakura to four, maybe five, orgasms. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to be buried in her sex or to tease the outer realms. Sakura decided for him and plunged him deep inside her cunt, then her ass. I watched as my fingers plowed deeply within my own sex. We became a trio roaring our sexual song through the night. The song ended all too soon. By the time I awakened the next morning, Sakura was already gone. I wondered if we’d crossed the bounds of friendship, but I didn’t regret it.
A few months had passed since I’d last heard from my friend. I reminisced about the times we shared and conversations we had. I then remembered that was also the last time I saw Wang. I missed him and needed him to comfort me. I was about to search for him, but I was interrupted when the doorbell rang.
“I have a package, Ms. Lee,” said the weak voice.
It was from Sakura. The postmark was Tokyo and I knew she must have left Garver and returned home. I was as giddy as a child on Christmas morning. I immediately plopped on the love seat to open my package. It was a fairly large box and I couldn’t imagine what it contained. My birthday was several months away, so I figured it was something she’d borrowed and wanted to return.
The large box contained a note and four other packages. Since it had been so long, I wanted to read the note. She had taught me a little Japanese and I was able to make out a few words. I read:
Dear Tomodachi [Friend],
Ogenki desu ka? [Are you well?] I will see you soon. Be happy. Live happy. Ai shiteru [I love you]—Sakura
The first item was a CD of her favorite jazz tunes. This one was different from the first. Instead of melodies of love, it contained melodies of lust and sexual desires against backgrounds of waterfalls and tropical sounds. On the front of the CD she wrote, “Junbi dekita, ready?” My interest was piqued as I opened the next package while the music played in the background. It was a replica of the lingerie she’d worn the last time I saw her. This one was shiro, white. The note attached read, “Oishii, delicious.” I licked my lips as memories trailed back to the last time I’d seen her. My clit twitched. I imagined Sakura smiling at me as I blushed. I immediately took off my clothes and put on the lingerie. I felt sexy, sensual, and desirable. I pulled out another package. I gasped after opening it. It was massive. I admired the sleekness, the curves, and the details. The note read, “Doozo yoroshiku, pleased to meet you.” I stared in awe at the beautiful gift Sakura had sent me. He was double the size of Wang and I saw the word GODZILLA etched in his base. Godzilla had a detached unit that contained batteries and an AC adapter.
Kochira koso, the pleasure is mine, I thought to myself.
I couldn’t wait to let him explore the regions of my flesh, the depths of my loins, and the passions of my passages. I knew he would take me to places Wang had only dreamed of.
I finally got to the last package in the box. Godzilla sat beside me and waited patiently as I read the final note from my friend: “I want to see.” I didn’t understand the note until I turned the package upside down. It contained what had to be the world’s smallest digital camera. Never in a million years could I get up the nerve to do what Sakura was asking me to do. We did cross the bounds of friendship, and I knew there was no turning back.
A flat envelope was taped to the very bottom of the box. I carefully lifted and opened it. It contained several photos of Sakura and Wang. I couldn’t believe he’d betrayed me and left me for my friend. He looked happy exploring the depths of her innermost regions.
Before long, I was setting the camera up on the far arm of the love seat. The music had stopped playing, but the mellow tunes continued in my mind. I turned the camera on. It was set up to flash about every five seconds. The flashes seemed to come more and more frequently as I explored my body. My head swirled with visions of Wang and Sakura. I heard Godzilla whispering that he wanted me to turn him on. The power of the vibrations made my body crave his touch. Like Wang, Godzilla was impatient. He wasted no time finding his way to my sex. My eyes were closed, but I could feel and hear the camera snapping. I opened my eyes just long enough to see one of Sakura’s photos with Wang making love to her on her white featherbed. Godzilla could sense I was ready for him. He dipped the tip of his head into my cunt. I was ready to cum. I imagined it was Sakura gliding him around and teasing me. Godzilla was turned to maximum power. His song became a thunderous roar. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as wave after wave after wave swept through me. The fury of Godzilla was relentless as he caused me to fall from the love seat to the floor as I tried to prove that I was a worthy opponent. I was on my right side, then my stomach, then my left, then my back, as I thrashed around while my body lost control. I pinched my nipples; I bit my lip; my hips moved at warp speed as I tried to keep up. Godzilla was victorious on our first encounter.
My body had never experienced the pains and the pleasures that I had just been through. Not even during my best and wildest sexual encounter had I felt the complete satisfaction I felt at that moment. I looked under the table and noticed a small folded piece of paper. It must have fallen out of one of the packages. I opened it.
It read, “I see you soon. We have fun.”
I couldn’t wait.
Gimme Some Yang
LARISSA LYONS
I SAUNTERED UP THE Zen-scaped path, heading to the entrance with anticipation flaring in my loins. Today was the day I indulged myself—or made every attempt to.
When it comes to things I love, I tend to overindulge. (Chocolate, sex, margaritas…did I mention chocolate?) To better myself, I’d devoted this year to finding balance.
I wrapped my fingers around the tail of the metal dragon that doubled as a handle and opened the door of the sanctuary I’d discovered seven weeks ago. Crossing from the humid outdoors into the cool, inviting interior, I was reminded of how I’d learned to balance chocolate brownies with chocolate fudge and strawberry margaritas with coconut-lime ones.
The sex? Unfortunately, it’s easy to abstain when no one of your acquaintance has the spark to fire your engines. I’d gone almost the entire year balancing hand jobs with vibrator usage, but everything had changed the day I discovered the White Dragon Center for Healing Arts, run by the delectable Yang brothers.
One look at the muscular, dark-haired studs and I knew—they could be the yang to my yin anytime.
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s always, my poor clit was instantly on alert the second I entered the sprawling building that housed the wide variety of services available at the White Dragon. I still hadn’t determined exactly how many sexy siblings there were or taken advantage of everything their center offered, but what I had tried so far (Beginner’s Yoga, under the expert tutelage of the fine Taek Dae Yang) was definitely working…working me into one sex-starved—but limber—thirtysomething ready to indulge.
Bells chimed as I walked down the long hallway leading to the yoga studio. Never before had I arrived early enough to hear them. The melodic tones echoed around me, striking just the right note and causing subtle vibrations throughout my body. In the resulting stillness, I thought of how I’d balanced my lack of sex with an abundance of fantasies—all spun around the tall, chiseled Korean who looked better in a black T-shirt and exercise shorts than any man had a right to.
For almost two months now, in an attempt not to seem like an overeager yoga groupie, I’d been careful not to arrive excessively early, not to throw my back out trying to impress Taek, and not to step on my tongue—which I considered my greatest feat of all, considering how it hung out of my mouth as I drooled weekly over his hard body.
But today, I was going in with a new plan, determined to get what I wanted…which was Taek’s well-proportioned cock sliding between my thighs (those tight shorts left little to the imagination). I reached the end of the hallway and stepped through the curtain of hanging bamboo strands.
Taek was the only one in the mirrored room, and I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind. “Do you think I’m flexible enough to take your intermediate class?”
He released the yoga blocks he’d been stacking and stood. Our eyes locked; his were glowing, dark slits.
“Ah…” He blinked. “I’ve been watching the way you move.” His statement was as loaded as my clit. “Your technique needs a little work, but I agree, your body seems primed for more advanced asanas, perhaps even vinyasa work.”
Asanas were poses, I knew, but…“Vinyasa…performing select moves in a certain order to bring about a desired end result? Usually heat in the body. Is that right?” I questioned my understanding of the term, knowing exactly which select moves and desired end result I wanted with him.
Taek’s eyes flashed to my hips, then rose, catching mine again. His high cheekbones lifted when he smiled. “That is one way to word it, although we could improve upon your interpretation. Stay after class,” he suggested, fisting his hands and placing them on his waist, drawing my attention downward. I saw the erection growing beneath his black trunks. “I’ll direct you through a few moves, make sure you are prepared for my intermediate class.”
The scent of sex suddenly permeated the air between us. Could he smell my arousal? I swallowed and attempted to balance my eagerness to fuck him with my need to appear in control. “I’ll be happy to stay and learn any moves you want to share, Mr. Yang.” I pulled my bottom lip down with one finger, staring at him in invitation. “You can count on it.”
“I will.” Boldly, he reached into his shorts and adjusted himself, his eyes never leaving mine. “And call me Taek.”
The next hour was fraught with tension.
As yogi wannabes filed into the workout room, sexual excitement percolated through my every muscle. Surprisingly, Taek avoided making eye contact with me during the entire class, but he did put his hands on me every chance he got.
When everyone practiced the Downward-Facing Dog, Taek took the opportunity to trail his fingertips along my spine, causing me to hum with pleasure.
When the other students had their heads averted, holding the Triangle pose, Taek corrected my posture by easing his hands between my upper thighs and separating them farther apart. I barely bit back a moan.
Near the end of class, Taek led us through several relaxation asanas, ending with Mountain pose, which he instructed us to do with our eyes closed, while he talked about the importance of proper breathing. And familiarized himself with every nuance of my ass.
Could one hyperventilate while practicing yoga?
By the time the last student exited through the bamboo-curtained doorway, leaving us alone in the spacious room, my crotch felt so swollen, I could hardly stand.
“We could go to my office,” Taek offered, his hand on the red velvet fabric he’d just allowed to drop in front of the waving bamboo strands. “Or I could demonstrate here.”
“Here is fine,” I eked out through a throat thick with unfulfilled desire. I needed my exercise clothes off and his cock in before I imploded.
“Someone might come by.” He walked toward me, stacking the leftover yoga mats he passed. “We don’t want to be interrupted.” He straightened and pulled his shirt over his head, mussing his thick hair. Once his shirt was gone (thank God), I noticed his tattoo. Centered on his back, directly between his shoulder blades, black slashes etched an awesome-looking Chinese symbol into his skin. As I started to ask what it meant, the look on his face made the thought evaporate.
He was staring at me like I was a plate of triple-chocolate brownies with a side order of margaritas. I decided I was past caring if we were interrupted. “Trust me, I can be quick.”
“I want you all to myself, my quietly alluring student.” His gaze pinned me in place as he stalked forward. “As a great philosopher once said, ‘Beauty is the bait which with delight allures man to enlarge his kind.’”
So, was I the beauty or the bait? Did it even matter? I glanced at the bulge in his shorts. “I don’t think you could get any larger.”
He reached me and cupped one shoulder. His other hand went to my waist and he hauled me against his erection. I ground against him and cream flooded the apex of my thighs. I was so ready for this. “Was that Confucius?”
“If we go too quickly,” Taek said, releasing my shoulder to skim his hand down my chest, “you may not receive the full benefits from every posture.” The pad of one finger tapped my protruding nipple. “Will you still come back next week, my silent beauty? I’ve been waiting for you to speak since you joined my class.”
I reached for his erection, slipping my hand past his waistband to touch the hardness beneath. “Next week and every week after that,” I promised, pulling his cock free. My thumb edged over the tip, teasing the tiny slit at the top and spreading the single drop of fluid over the impressive head. “I was playing hard to get. Bad idea.” He thrust his thick penis within the circle of my fingers. “It seems I have a lot to learn.”
“Then we’ll get started. And that was Socrates, not Confucius.” He peeled off my leotard, tugging the straps from my shoulders and pushing the snug fabric past my hips. I stepped free and tore off my black leggings. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and—
Wait. Was I getting naked in the middle of a yoga studio?
No, my mind corrected, in the middle of a healing-arts center. Fine line, I thought.
“Fine ass,” I told Taek, seeing that he’d stripped. And it was…tight and curved, the color of an amaretto latte…and dayum, did I need a taste.
He smiled, white teeth gleaming. “Lesson one. Always use your yoga mat.” Taek lifted me off the hardwood floor and slammed my back against the pile of mats he’d positioned in the center of the room. The sharp slap of vinyl stung, stimulating deliciously. I reached for him, but he stepped back. “Relax first. Proper breathing is essential for full benefit of any vinyasa sequences.”
“Sequence away,” I said airily, enjoying the view. His erection, stretched taut beneath skin of polished maple, looked heavy, powerful. I craved his cock inside me. “But the longer you make me wait, the longer I’ll keep you right here.” I pointed between my legs, where I knew I was flushed with wanting.
“Lesson two. Take time to arrange your limbs correctly for every posture.” Taek bent my knees, placing my feet on the mat near my bottom, and spread my legs wide. Then he curved both of my hands beneath my breasts so that I was cupping the undersides. I thumbed my nipples, wishi
ng he’d get on with it. Months of “balancing” no sex with no sex had me wanting to scream, Screw the lessons, Taek! Screw me!
But I waited, aching. I pinched my nipples. Better. I licked my lips, wanting to run my tongue along his muscled thigh.
He gazed down at me, still not touching, surveying his handiwork as he knelt at the base of the mats. “A good yogi knows how to hold the proper posture.”
“Am I proper enough yet?”
“Bridge pose, Setu Bandhasana,” he commanded.
I lifted my butt off the mats, bringing my pelvis even with my knees. The position brought my drenched folds within inches of his face. I felt sex juice leak from my opening and trickle down the crevice toward my ass. Feeling the slick glide made me impatient. I’d learned one thing today: balance was overrated. If he didn’t quit toying with me and fuck me soon, I was going to karate-chop his dick off.
“Pranayama.”
He wanted me to focus on my breathing? Ha! I noticed his respiration was smooth and even; his absolute control was a turn-on. Calming the frantic motions of my fingers on my breasts, I did as he instructed and took a deep breath and held it, then slowly released the air in a controlled exhale. The anticipation between my legs skyrocketed.
I breathed in again and Taek nodded. He swooped down, his mouth covering my clit in one quick motion, sucking hard. He licked over my outer and inner lips, drinking in the liquid passion dripping from my body, devouring me. I moaned, starting to come undone beneath the expert ministrations of his tongue.
He held my thighs wide apart, the tips of his fingers edging from my furred mons downward, past where he drank, to explore the receptive flesh leading to my ass. I abandoned my breasts and clawed at his shoulders. My hips flailed, rocking my pussy against his mouth. His tongue drove me higher.
