Wonk Yolanda Tantrika at Copalis 1.5 Done

The first thing Wonk noticed was the fire in Yo’s cabin was going, accented by candles placed around. Western logs on a coal of embers. Ahuva was dutifully practicing the art of hound and hearth. Yolanda greeted him this time in a white silk flowing robe, smart speakers a woman’s voice, no words, sounds, bells, camphor incense, candles. Ready for Tantra lover?

Tantra, the dream, massage table in front of the roaring fire, feather everywhere, even there, burning sage, culinary delicacies used as brushes, flavors licked from his skin, gentle breath on his spine, oil.

A short break, dance of veils as she walked, bent over to toss a few more logs on the fire, stairmaster ass. Hand outstretched, from table to the bedroom, don’t worry, Ahuva will tend the fire, now the lesson of the chakras.


After it was over, Wonk rose, serious young man, dressed, stopped, turned, gave Yo a long affectionate kiss.

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