Kama Sutra Workout Novels & Stories

“Good little yogi. Relax your throat. Take every inch.” He pulled out suddenly, strings of saliva connecting us. “Strip. Get to the mat in the middle of the room. Ass up.” I tore my soaked clothes off. My own cock, six inches, cut, leaking nonstop—slapped against my abs. I positioned myself on all fours in the center of the studio, mirrors reflecting the sight back at me from every angle. Kai stripped fully. His body was a masterpiece, chiseled abs, powerful legs, that massive cock bobbing.

Five minutes in, I did one of my favorite maneuvers -- the backwards human bridge completed when your wrists touch the Achilles tendons. Not only does this extended your abdominal muscles, it exhibits your hard-on and suggest all kinds of pages from the Kama Sutra are, in fact, possible. My performance highlighted my musculature, flexibility and numerous scars. My left thigh still had a light bandage wrapped around it. Whatever the A****n medics were using was working gangbusters on me.

I sucked them clean without being told. “Today we focus on endurance and core strength,” he said, his voice clinical but laced with lust. “And every exercise will test how well you can take cock while your body is breaking.” He started with weighted squats. I held a barbell across my shoulders while Jax stood behind me, his hard cock pressed against my ass through his shorts. Every time I lowered into a squat, he thrust forward, rubbing his thick bulge between my ass cheeks. “Deeper,” he commanded, slapping my ass hard. “Push that pussy out like you’re begging for it.”

" He arrives don't mess around with this Kama Sutra stuff, or you'll make me think you don't know anything. “Believe me, I know. - In fact, his body ached with the desire to show what he knew. When he took off her thong, it was swollen, hot and wet as he rubbed against it. his hand. After putting the condom on, he pulled a pillow under her ass in order to to ease the weight off her back, and spread her legs. Kneeling between them, he admired the tone. rose from her sex in the flickering candlelight. “Let's start with your legs up, knees bent. It's hard to hold the lotus for a lot of time if you're not really flexible, so let's take it slow.

I force my muscles to unbunch and go limp against the leather. Kir sets a rhythm. Left. Right. Left. Right. He isn't swinging from the shoulder. It's just a precise flick of the wrist. The crop lands in the exact same spots, over and over, building the heat until I’m sure my ass is literally going to burst into flames from the continued friction. I realize suddenly that there are people watching. A couple standing near the edge of the mats have stopped to enjoy Kir working me over. Several more people have paused their conversations to watch the rise and fall of Kir’s arm, as if he’s hypnotizing them.

Each sound sent a fresh pulse of heat straight to Kai’s groin. By early afternoon it was worse. Ryan must have been doing a longer home workout. The rhythmic breathing, the occasional deep groan of exertion, the thud of movement — it all painted vivid pictures in Kai’s mind. He imagined Ryan shirtless, muscles flexing, sweat dripping down his abs, that powerful body moving with controlled strength.

“That’s what you do to me every time you bend over like a desperate little slut.” I moaned, pushing back against him, wishing the thin layers between us would disappear. His hand slipped inside my shorts again, fingers playing with my swollen clit while his cock teased me from behind. The session turned into pure filth after that. He had me do every exercise in the most exposing positions possible — deep squats where he stood right in front, his crotch inches from my face, and lunges where he “corrected” my hips by gripping my ass and pulling me onto his fingers again.

And I really feel like a dumb bitch. I politely thank the delivery man as I receive the package. I look for any confidential note but find nothing, so I unwrap it. As I open the package, my eyes go wide, so wide that they might fall out of my face anytime. I heard a lot about it but never read it. The book of sexual pleasure, Kama Sutra. Kama Sutra is one of the great classics of erotica, renowned for its detailed advice on love and lovemaking. It's an Indian Sanskrit book that is translated into English.

I exclaim in relief, “Let’s do this!” Hope shows me a series of hand gestures and incantations that when applied correctly, will invoke the Karma spell. We practice on the mat in the school gymnasium, so that neither of us actually get hurt. At first it is difficult for me to make the correct gestures, and we both laugh when instead of the intended effect the lights in the room flash off and on like a disco ball. But after about half an hour, I’m able to effectively block and turn the action around as described.

I said, rubbing my damp palm on my biker shorts. "We decided to do our own little bit of celebrating here at the gym. Do you want me to help put you through your workout routine? If you want to build the muscle in your thighs and glutes, the best exercises are lunges, donkey kicks, and squats, and that is something you already know." Justin said, moving to stand close to like every other workout day, and I feel a shiver running down my spine. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, my cheeks heated up from his close proximity. Fuck.