--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "lurkernomore20002000" <steve.sun...@...> wrote: > > I must say, very nice piece. Seems definitely written by someone in the > know. Lucky man, and lucky woman! >
Thanks Lurk! I tried purdy goodly to put some mojo into it -- if only to point to this in the future and ask, "If Edg is such a prude and obviously hasn't been laid in a decade and is running his puritanical dynamic by recycling but faint and dusty memories, how'd he create this vignette's pacing, energy and detailed immediacy?" Edg > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung <no_reply@> wrote: > > > > That Vaj -- what a horn dog monk. Who knew he would not only post > > something erotic here, but that he would be such a poor Sanskrit scholar > > when it comes to translation. Vaj, Vaj, Vaj Tsk. Tsk! > > > > No matter. I've translated the same text and provide it below. > > > > Vaj, ya really should, um, bone up on your Sanskrit. > > > > Vaj wrote: > > > It sounds like you're not aware of Vedic Technology of the Yonified > > Field. Let me quote the Vedic texts [Vaj commentary interspersed]: > > > > > > A person should not worship the yoni if he does not > > > have the Shakti mantra. This initiation and mantra is the > > > deliverer from hell. > > > > > > I am Mrtyunjaya, beloved of your yoni. Surasundari, I > > > always worship Durga in my heart lotus. This liberates the > > > mind from distinctions such as Divya and vira. O Lady > > > Goddess! worshipping in this manner, liberation is placed > > > within a person's reach. > > > > > > [trans: I love you baby, I really love you in my heart chakra] > > > > > > Laying next to you in bed. San Francisco splashes late afternoon around > > our walls, and we are > > > > > > totally there with complete focus. > > > > I drink in your body in the sunlight. > > > > > > A yoni worshipper should prepare the Shakti mantra. He > > > gains wealth, poesy, wisdom and omniscience. He becomes > > > the four-faced Brahma for one hundred million aeons. > > > > > > [trans.: hehe. I'll soon be the Big Man on Campus] > > > > > > My left arm under your head wraps around you with my hand > > > > > > upon your breast. My right hand travels where it will. > > > > > > > > As it travels, our attentions unite along the trail of my caress. > > > > > > > > > > > > My left palm cupping your lovely breast feels the nipple probing. > > > > > > I bend and lightly touch it with the tip of my tongue. Then I circle > > it, > > > > > > wetting your areola. Then deliciously I pull it into my mouth. Your > > > > > > breath rushes in, and your breast rises from within, swelling to > > > > > > my lips. While at the same time your hips thrust upwards, > > > > > > beckoning, a cat's back arching for my hand. > > > > > > What is the use of talking! To speak of this avails naught. > > > If a person worships with menstrual flowers, he also has > > > power over fate. Doing much puja in this way, he may > > > become liberated. > > > > > > [trans.: Oh gawd, the obligatory foreplay!] > > > > Edg's translation: > > > > > > "I can't believe we're doing this." > > > > > > > > > > > > We don't know who says this. > > > > > The devotee should place a Shakti in a circle. She should > > > be wanton, beautiful, devoid of shame and disgust, charming > > > by nature, supremely alluring and beautiful. After > > > giving her vijaya, the devotee should worship her with > > > utmost devotion.> > > > [trans: get her into your pad and turn her on to your best weed. Tell > > > her it is "vijaya". She'll be impressed that you knew a Sanskrit word. > > > You're almost there.] > > > > > > > > > > While I kiss and pull and suck your nipple, my hand reaches behind you > > > > > > and lightly grasps your ass. My fingers perfectly fit into your > > crevice. I > > > > > > caress you therein, and then I pull your hips to mine. Your mouth parts > > > > > > with a soft moaning, and I must have your mouth immediately. I rush to > > > > > > it with hungry urge. Sucking your tongue into me. My left hand > > massages > > > > > > your slick nipple now while my other hand softly brushes the top of your > > > > > > delta's hair. Feeling the spring of it, as my eyes glance there to > > see the > > > > > > paradise my fingers now ache to intertwine, I plunge into it with > > fingers > > > > > > going through that forest to seek the ridges of pleasure. > > > > > > > > And down again to your other breast, my savoring lips play with it, > > swelling > > > > > > even more the nipple with erotic pulsing. You moan loudly, and you pull > > > > > > my cock hard and squeeze it. > > > > > > > He should place her on his left, and should worship her > > > hair-adorned yoni. At the edges of the yoni, the devotee > > > should place sandal and beautiful blossoms. There, indrawing > > > the goddess, he should do jiva nyasa using mantra, > > > having given her wine and drawing a half-moon using > > > vermilion. After smearing sandal on her forehead, the > > > devotee should caress her breasts. > > > > > > [trans.: Gawd! More foreplay.] > > > > Blood roars about our insides like flashed flooding canyons long > > > > > > dry suddenly swilling a spring's bursting pour. Under me your wild > > > > > > bandonment transforms us into a glistening machine. Gasps and > > > > > > sighs and moans are blending. Mantra-ing I-love-yous and oh-gods > > > > > > and unbelievables, I can hear your cunt suck with slick lips at my > > power. > > > > > > My plunges are now coming with your breaths. Too soon, too soon, > > > > > > we know this first time will be a glorious first dash and leap into the > > lake. > > > > > > > > Suddenly, a new sound rises out of you. I have never heard such > > > > > > beauty as your hips and arms and legs and face transfixed in amazement > > > > > > pause clutchingly at the top of the ecstasy and your moaning turns into > > > > > > song's note held in glory. My plunging now frantic, your voice > > cries out > > > > > > "Fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me with that cock. Oh God, I'm > > cumming." I lose > > > > > > any hope of final control. A monster stirs in my loins that has not > > growled > > > > in 30 years. > > > > > > > > My first final plunging feels the ultimate engorgement simultaneously > > filling > > > > > > the last spaces within you as my river's final gate is burst. Again > > and again > > > > > > I plunge and pour my milky elixir into you. > > > > > > > > Gasping and sweating and huffing. > > > > Moaning and sighing and giggling. > > > > Moving and pausing and holding our breaths. > > > > We meld. > > > > Unity. > > > > Bliss. > > > > > > > > > > > The best of sadhakas should mix the effusion from yoni > > > and linga in water, sipping this amrita, he should nourish > > > himself with it. > > > > > > [trans.: hey, it's the quick way to enlightenment.] > > > > > > I kiss your lips. > > > > > > > > "I love you." Who said it? > > > > > > > > Our hips continue the throbbing grinding. Cooing and moaning we lick > > > > > > drops off shoulders and arms and breasts and cheeks and noses and > > > > > > fingers. We bury our faces again and again into each other. > > > > > > > > Lightly my finger tip plays along your lips. Your tongue flicks at it > > as if to > > > > > > get one last taste of the love we shared. I kiss you, and you open wide > > > > > > your legs and grasp my hips with them and pull/push my still hard rod > > > > > > into you again. > > > > > > > > I fall with my face into your neck and kiss and nibble along it to your > > ear. > > > > > > > > Again I begin plunging. Both of us need those final, final last, final > > > > > > exhausted, final, final strokes to know at last that now we rest in each > > > > > > other's arms. > > > > > > > > We laugh and laugh. I pull you fiercely into me and hug you. In one > > motion > > > > > > I roll over, and you are on top of me. Still we are together. You sway > > about > > > > > > with delighted squirmings and with a disheveled light headed swooning > > > > > > freedom. > > > > > > > > I know we'll make love again shortly. It's impossible to quench > > the fire > > > > > > with one brief burst. > > > > > > > > You lay down on top of my chest, and I begin to massage your back as you > > > > > > lay there, breathing with me. > > > > > > > > Gazing into each other's life. > > > > > > > > We know. > > > > > > > > We know. > > > > > > > > The dancing, like the eastern horizon's peeking evening, has only > > begun. > > > > > > > > > > And that's how Mrtyunjaya and Surasundari really get it on. > > >
