A Meditation on Yoni

A Sexual Fantasy

— By icantkeepitup

‘Let's try yoni meditation,’ she said. It turned out to be nothing like what I was expecting that day, nor since.

Yoni, such an appealing Sanskrit word; it's male the lingam - not so for me. Earlier she had drawn out of me that I really wanted us to use that guttural word 'cock'. Oh how I felt liberated to be a man, quite proud of my cock. ‘OK,’ she said, ‘we'll use cock.’ And she supervised his growth with every belly breath and pelvic muscle contraction.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.

Contemplating yoni now I am imagining a rose in time-lapse photography. See how its petals open to reveal a pink heart.

Other names?

pussy - the lovers' favourite

kitty - why this fixation on cats?

pudenda - too Victorian?

cunt - vulgar slang - NO! Yet, in his finest moment, the place cock wants to bury his seed.

I have just paused to watch Zen Pussy Meditation - a meditation on eleven vulvas.

My reflections in eleven words as they occurred to me…

beckoning

breathing

winking

sighing

parting

glistening

crying

chuckling

dribbling

panting

enjoying

…cumming

I felt somewhat awkward at first but my courage grew as she offered different perspectives on yoni.

‘All fours?’ she suggested. Oh, yes please. I was instantly mesmerised by yoni's closest neighbour, anus. Passionate pink meets earthy ebony.

‘Come nearer, I'll open her lips for you. Look closely, smell yoni.’

A yoni that...

is securely connected to her heart

prefers to be without hair

has conceived and delivered beautiful, much-loved babies

confessed to me ‘I just love men’

opens to reveal the moist, pink portal to life.

An intoxicating yoni