Kama Sutra Workout Novels & Stories

He laid down the rule immediately. — Closed block for two hours. No video. If anyone pulls out a phone, I’ll speak up and they’re out. — His gaze swept the room. A couple of people pushed their phones aside on the bench. Warm-up. Resistance band, shoulder rolls, heel–toe rhythm. Kai worked quietly, Aria counted. Four-count inhale, four-count hold, four-count exhale. Steady. By the heavy bags, more whispers. Two young guys in the corner:

Gu Mistress pointed at Kiran. "Amitabha!" Master Azura chanted, looking at Kiran, "Kiran, you are truly ingenious. I respect that." "Ingenious?" Gu Mistress asked angrily. Master Azura nodded, "Just now, Kiran used the 'Diamond Sutra of Subduing Demons' to induce a resistant force in Redwood's body. When the momentum was sufficient, he instructed me to use the 'Diamond Sutra's' love to strongly impact Redwood's internal forces. This caused Redwood's body's two forces to intertwine, trapping him in an uncontrollable state."

We are in a stone chamber lit by oil lamps. "Sacred sexuality," the instructor says. She is an older woman with kind eyes. "Tantra is not about the end. It is about the duration." We sit in the Yab-Yum position—me straddling Alex’s lap, my legs wrapped around him. We don't move. We just breathe. "Feel the connection," Echo whispers in my mind. "The energy loop." We stay connected for hours. We move microscopically. A shift of the hips. A clench of the muscle.

Build it again. We cycled through settings, my instructions growing more frantic— 'Six, throb deep, grind in circles'; 'Seven, escalate while pumping fast, thumb my clit base-only'; 'Eight, erratic bursts, alternate clit and G-spot.' Each phase edged me mercilessly, orgasms bubbling to the surface only to be snatched away. Jax sweated too, muscles straining, cock purple and leaking, his torment mirroring mine as I forbade his touch. 'No jerking yourself— watch me suffer, know you're making it happen.'

Amanda gritted out from the pit of her stomach like a true gamma warrior, at the same time, as she used the chains around her wrists to deflect away the multiple arrows whizzing right towards her with accurate precision and awe striking skill. “Oh yeah !!” Kai rasped as his back muscles flexed with every strong thrust of his and he did a burning slow dance with his gigantic, thick rod inside his mate, making sure that she felt every inch and every stroke at every nook and corner. “God, you are perfect !!” he groaned before the tight walls around his thick hard c*ck started churning and clenching around it, forcing it to prepare itself to milk out its prized, white seed.

Training wasn’t what I expected. It wasn’t just push-ups and sprints. It was long hours of silence, breathing, tapping into something I couldn’t see. Luna guided me through meditative sessions in the forest, asking me to listen to the earth, the sky, the blood in my veins. I didn’t even know what that meant. Some days we trained physically, combat stances, dodging, counterstrikes. but other days, it was just me, standing still, eyes closed, trying to feel Amari inside me.

The fat head rubbed right over my swollen clit as he lowered himself in a slow, controlled push-up. “Oh fuck…” I whispered, biting my lip hard. He did another rep, grinding his massive length along my slit. The friction was insane. Every time he pressed down, his cock dragged perfectly over my clit, the thin material the only barrier between us. People walked past, nodding approvingly at our “intense core workout.” I was trembling, trying desperately not to moan. My nipples were rock hard against my sports bra. My pussy was dripping, soaking through my leggings as he kept doing slow, deliberate push-ups, rubbing his 11-inch cock against me.

I came violently within seconds, squirting all over both cocks as my body convulsed. They kept going, switching between my holes, using every part of me. I lost count of how many times I came, screaming their names like a broken slut. Finally, they both buried themselves deep at the same time. “Take our cum,” Jax growled. Both men exploded inside me, flooding my pussy and mouth with thick, hot loads. Cum overflowed from my stretched pussy, running down my thighs onto the glass table. I was a trembling, cum-covered mess when Jax picked up his phone and showed me the screen. A new “workout plan” was displayed, daily sessions, multiple times per day, with very explicit notes.

Happy to see that like yesterday, he had something to listen to- I set to my task with burning zeal, showing the lunges, long arm crunches and planks just what Brianna Whitlock is made of. I knew my workout fury was fired up by more than just the simple desire to do well. My feelings were out of control this morning; raw and intense after both the erotic dream that robbed me of my beauty sleep, as well as the email from my mother. Somewhere in the middle of my second set, Luca removed the buds from his ears, sat back and started watching me.

Killain had wrapped my hair around his hand, twisting the long strands into a bun with deft fingers. My pulse slammed against my ribs. Thud. Thud. Thud. The sound roared in my ears, deafening, drowning everything else out. I was still reeling when his voice rang out, cold and clipped. “Ten-kilometer sprint. One hundred push-ups. One hundred and fifty rollovers. You have twenty-five minutes. You begin… now.” The air exploded with movement. Clothes tore, fabric shredded, and the men around me shifted into their wolf forms, their bodies stretching, morphing, bones snapping as they lunged forward.