TANTRA (2007/2008)
¨Tantra¨ is actually not a comix. It´s more a book of 136 drawings of different sexual positions. Of course, it´s made in my style and is one of the works done in full colour. I gave the photographs as well a bit more of a ¨spiritual space¨ touch. But they are fotos !
Tantra is also known as Kama Sutra. There are more than 100 sexual positions. The man or the woman can be on top or at the bottom, sideways or in a sitting or standing position. It has a wide collection of variable poses.
It all started in India, believed to be between the 1st and 6th century and has certainly a lot of influence in their medicine. They say it can be good for the heart or the mind but also for the soul.
In India you can find a lot of statues showing their genitals or sexual scenes in the temples. For them, sex is an important role in the marriage to satisfy the partner. Tantra is giving them an idea how to do so.
Yoga is also a part of it, so there are poses, you believe it´s impossible to do, but with help of meditation, you can make it.
Just using a different position of your foot or your arm creates already another energy for everybody.
Nowadays, people use Kama Sutra to have a variety of sexual positions to play with or for artist to have an imagination of poses for their illustriations.
Tantra is also known as Kama Sutra. There are more than 100 sexual positions. The man or the woman can be on top or at the bottom, sideways or in a sitting or standing position. It has a wide collection of variable poses.
It all started in India, believed to be between the 1st and 6th century and has certainly a lot of influence in their medicine. They say it can be good for the heart or the mind but also for the soul.
In India you can find a lot of statues showing their genitals or sexual scenes in the temples. For them, sex is an important role in the marriage to satisfy the partner. Tantra is giving them an idea how to do so.
Yoga is also a part of it, so there are poses, you believe it´s impossible to do, but with help of meditation, you can make it.
Just using a different position of your foot or your arm creates already another energy for everybody.
Nowadays, people use Kama Sutra to have a variety of sexual positions to play with or for artist to have an imagination of poses for their illustriations.
YOGA - "STRENGE POSITION" - UGRASANA
The Beginning – Lovemaking
You want more. The tingling won't let go of you. It grows ever stronger. You feel the source gliding over your body. The pleasure, the warmth, and the tingling of your vagina. It vibrates. Crying out for more... Aaah...
You let yourself go and drift into another dimension. You feel immense satisfaction, yet also a consuming desire that won't leave you be.
She is wet, boasting the juices of fertility. You move away from him. His cock trembles and hardens. You want to feel his hardness; you lean forward and bury your pussy in his face. Your breathing quickens. You take his very best into your mouth—soft and succulent, you envelop him with your lips. You feel the eroticism; the tension mounts. You caress his balls, nibble at his groin. Like a wild animal, you dig your fingers into his buttocks. You move gently to the rhythm, savoring the surge of energy flowing through your clitoris—the tongue caressing, kissing, licking, and nibbling at your most delicious spots. Your ass gets a lovely massage. The tension mounts higher and higher. He is close to climax; bodies vibrate, and your nipples harden. You take the lead, turning to face him and bringing your dripping, wet delight close to his finest asset. A lady’s heart. You draw closer and closer. You tease each other, and then you play the queen: you straddle him and savor the pleasure he gives. He craves you. His powerful thrusting arouses you even more. I take him inside, but I want more. I sink down deep to revel in the force of his thrusts... Aah... And more! And more! Bodies unite, the pressure intensifies, and the tension builds toward the climax. Oh yes! Deeper still. Breath quickens, hearts race, muscles tense. Then comes that long-awaited thrust, the chain reaction it triggers... A dream come true. Butterflies; simply beyond words.
You lean back, stretch out, and let yourself go. You run your hands over your soft body. A soft moan escapes you. The joker comes into play! Your hands glide over your breasts; you press them gently and tug at your nipples. You continue the game with one hand while slowly sliding the other down to your navel and further—between your legs. The beginning of your self-pleasure.
A soft whimper, a heavy breath—almost too faint to hear. Your pussy, hot and wet. The tickle of desire, the craving for ecstasy. The tension building beforehand, the stretching of your legs, buttocks, belly, and breasts. Everything, all at once. Up and down. The arousal for your partner, the play with your own body. You cry out: "Take me. I'm hot!" Fire, longing—a yearning for burning heat, an intense, driving desire. Oh, look! You open yourself up, sliding a hand inside while your free hand grasps his penis. You press his cock gently against your clit and caress it lightly, moving closer to his body and snuggling into his lap. As you do, you guide his penis in and out, slick with the juices of desire. He slides inside you, claiming you completely with his hunger, wrapping his strong arms around you, lost in the moment. You nuzzle against his chest. You embrace him, cling to him, and knead his buttocks. Squeeze them tight; let out all your pent-up energy and passion on them. Feel him, spoil him.
Gather all your strength and squat down until you feel the burn in your legs. Open your vagina again, stretching it wide so he can thrust into you once more. Beads of sweat born of your pleasure appear on your flushed skin. And again, you let yourself go. A tremor, a thunderous surge. What a rush! Fascinating! Time flies. She can no longer control herself or hold back. You revel in it and crave more!
You lean back, stretch out, and let yourself go. You run your hands over your soft body. A soft moan escapes you. The joker comes into play! Your hands glide over your breasts; you press them gently and tug at your nipples. You continue the game with one hand while slowly sliding the other down to your navel and further—between your legs. The beginning of your self-pleasure.
A soft whimper, a heavy breath—almost too faint to hear. Your pussy, hot and wet. The tickle of desire, the craving for ecstasy. The tension building beforehand, the stretching of your legs, buttocks, belly, and breasts. Everything, all at once. Up and down. The arousal for your partner, the play with your own body. You cry out: "Take me. I'm hot!" Fire, longing—a yearning for burning heat, an intense, driving desire. Oh, look! You open yourself up, sliding a hand inside while your free hand grasps his penis. You press his cock gently against your clit and caress it lightly, moving closer to his body and snuggling into his lap. As you do, you guide his penis in and out, slick with the juices of desire. He slides inside you, claiming you completely with his hunger, wrapping his strong arms around you, lost in the moment. You nuzzle against his chest. You embrace him, cling to him, and knead his buttocks. Squeeze them tight; let out all your pent-up energy and passion on them. Feel him, spoil him.
Gather all your strength and squat down until you feel the burn in your legs. Open your vagina again, stretching it wide so he can thrust into you once more. Beads of sweat born of your pleasure appear on your flushed skin. And again, you let yourself go. A tremor, a thunderous surge. What a rush! Fascinating! Time flies. She can no longer control herself or hold back. You revel in it and crave more!
RITUELLE ZAERTLICHKEITEN
Moon & Stars – Act I
The evil within oneself. The wine, the smoke, the drifting in another reality. The explosion deep within the body. The freedom of nakedness. Diabolical desire. *Schadenfreude*—the thrill of a taboo. Mysterious voices, sounds, heavy breathing, the couple’s whispering, the contact of bare, soft skin. Seething heat, like a fire taking hold of the spirit. A lust so frenzied, so dirty. Sexist, repulsive thoughts. A magical atmosphere prevails. Witches come alive. The body cries out... and then came the night:
"A million stars making love to the moon!"
The evil within oneself. The wine, the smoke, the drifting in another reality. The explosion deep within the body. The freedom of nakedness. Diabolical desire. *Schadenfreude*—the thrill of a taboo. Mysterious voices, sounds, heavy breathing, the couple’s whispering, the contact of bare, soft skin. Seething heat, like a fire taking hold of the spirit. A lust so frenzied, so dirty. Sexist, repulsive thoughts. A magical atmosphere prevails. Witches come alive. The body cries out... and then came the night:
"A million stars making love to the moon!"
RITUAL DER FUENF M'S
Discovering Masturbation – Act II
An itch in your clitoris. A hint of arousal hangs in the air. Ecstasy! Your fingers swirl through your garden of pleasure. A sparkle in your eye. He looks at you. His muscles tense; a slight tremor of arousal. A hand on his "little Joey." Gentle movements massage the head of his cock. The urge to touch him rises within you—to show him your fantasies without interrupting your own play. Your longing... Bodies touch—willingly, with deep affection. Eyes shining; a moment of desire. A cry, then silence. The moment of discovery:
He guides your right hand to "little Joey." You feel your way along. You sense the head of his cock and the hard tension of his testicles. The first jolt of pleasure makes your body shudder. Then his hand is drawn away to tend to your own "old Señora." His fingers slide into your vagina. You feel both the wetness and the fiery heat radiating from your body. A sensation of ecstatic energy. Magic!
Then the joining of his hand with your innermost self—the power; the rubbing of his knuckles against your vagina—the pleasure; the tingling of your clitoris—desire; the trembling and shaking of your body—thunder, longing, a love unto death, freedom. The feeling of getting to know and of recognizing.
An itch in your clitoris. A hint of arousal hangs in the air. Ecstasy! Your fingers swirl through your garden of pleasure. A sparkle in your eye. He looks at you. His muscles tense; a slight tremor of arousal. A hand on his "little Joey." Gentle movements massage the head of his cock. The urge to touch him rises within you—to show him your fantasies without interrupting your own play. Your longing... Bodies touch—willingly, with deep affection. Eyes shining; a moment of desire. A cry, then silence. The moment of discovery:
He guides your right hand to "little Joey." You feel your way along. You sense the head of his cock and the hard tension of his testicles. The first jolt of pleasure makes your body shudder. Then his hand is drawn away to tend to your own "old Señora." His fingers slide into your vagina. You feel both the wetness and the fiery heat radiating from your body. A sensation of ecstatic energy. Magic!
Then the joining of his hand with your innermost self—the power; the rubbing of his knuckles against your vagina—the pleasure; the tingling of your clitoris—desire; the trembling and shaking of your body—thunder, longing, a love unto death, freedom. The feeling of getting to know and of recognizing.
TANTRISCHE YOGINI
A woman's masturbation – Act III
The awakening of feelings.
The light pleasure of desire.
The gentle touch of one's own body.
Self-exploration, the adventure.
The yearning for arousing intimacy.
Caressing the breasts.
Light pressure, the stroking of the nipples.
Cool arousal.
The journey toward fiery pleasure.
The moist, yielding softness of the labia.
The tingling in the lower belly.
Heavy pressure, like a burning weight upon the vagina.
A craving for more.
Calm, calm.
Relax.
Another touch.
Kneading the clitoris.
The awakening of feelings.
The light pleasure of desire.
The gentle touch of one's own body.
Self-exploration, the adventure.
The yearning for arousing intimacy.
Caressing the breasts.
Light pressure, the stroking of the nipples.
Cool arousal.
The journey toward fiery pleasure.
The moist, yielding softness of the labia.
The tingling in the lower belly.
Heavy pressure, like a burning weight upon the vagina.
A craving for more.
Calm, calm.
Relax.
Another touch.
Kneading the clitoris.
die BALANCE-POSITION
Past the clitoris.
The hand curls inward, ducks down, and then thrusts— gliding into the moist cavern of sanctuary.
The soft core within.
The gentleness and silence.
The light massage with the fist triggers a wave of emotion.
Aroused! Captured, then floating freely into vast worlds.
Freedom.
Whispered endearments.
Dirty thoughts fill your mind.
The moment that makes your senses reel.
The instant of pleasure... Aah!!
Quiet.
The hand curls inward, ducks down, and then thrusts— gliding into the moist cavern of sanctuary.
The soft core within.
The gentleness and silence.
The light massage with the fist triggers a wave of emotion.
Aroused! Captured, then floating freely into vast worlds.
Freedom.
Whispered endearments.
Dirty thoughts fill your mind.
The moment that makes your senses reel.
The instant of pleasure... Aah!!
Quiet.
VARIATION von PAAR-AUGIGEM FISCH
The Water Game – Act IV
You feel the water droplets on your cool skin. Wet and fresh. They rouse you for a game of desire. Just you and it. And there—the jet meant to stir your passions. Let the game begin! Slowly, it explores you with watery fingers. First your torso and belly, until it grips your vagina, washing over it with its currents. It tickles its way along, finding that longed-for spot. It works its way forward; you can feel it. You notice the pressure; you feel the arousal that makes you shudder. Your thoughts drift in every direction. It burns; the moment is near. You spin around, immersed in the torrent, swept up by the pull. The water gushes forth. Droplets splash against your heated body, cooling and refreshing you. You feel every single movement—like lightning and thunder in a storm. Roaring. Powerful. Your longing is satisfied. Your aroused body arches; a soft cry escapes you. The water laps gently. You catch your breath. Ready for a new game.
You feel the water droplets on your cool skin. Wet and fresh. They rouse you for a game of desire. Just you and it. And there—the jet meant to stir your passions. Let the game begin! Slowly, it explores you with watery fingers. First your torso and belly, until it grips your vagina, washing over it with its currents. It tickles its way along, finding that longed-for spot. It works its way forward; you can feel it. You notice the pressure; you feel the arousal that makes you shudder. Your thoughts drift in every direction. It burns; the moment is near. You spin around, immersed in the torrent, swept up by the pull. The water gushes forth. Droplets splash against your heated body, cooling and refreshing you. You feel every single movement—like lightning and thunder in a storm. Roaring. Powerful. Your longing is satisfied. Your aroused body arches; a soft cry escapes you. The water laps gently. You catch your breath. Ready for a new game.
EROTISCHE KUESSE
The Dream of Freedom – Act V
Drifting away softly, lost in dreams, with nothing else on your mind—simply surrendering, letting yourself go.
Timeless. An endless inner calm.
The tingling sensation of freedom. Feeling free as a bird for a moment.
Timeless. Feeling the tenderness.
The sense of security. The tension. Infinite.
The longing for warmth. Timeless. It all comes together at once.
Like a night of love from *One Thousand and One Nights*.
Timeless. A mysterious feeling washes over you—the ultimate pleasure.
The craving for more. And again...
Timeless. Then you want only one thing: love, tenderness, security.
Oh, how beautiful sex is.
Drifting away softly, lost in dreams, with nothing else on your mind—simply surrendering, letting yourself go.
Timeless. An endless inner calm.
The tingling sensation of freedom. Feeling free as a bird for a moment.
Timeless. Feeling the tenderness.
The sense of security. The tension. Infinite.
The longing for warmth. Timeless. It all comes together at once.
Like a night of love from *One Thousand and One Nights*.
Timeless. A mysterious feeling washes over you—the ultimate pleasure.
The craving for more. And again...
Timeless. Then you want only one thing: love, tenderness, security.
Oh, how beautiful sex is.
'SIT-IN'
The Game of Desire – Act VI
"Watch me as I water the flowers in the garden. I put my feminine beauty on display, naked. Come here and play with me!" And he comes to capture my desires with his camera. You laugh, spraying water all around with the garden hose, teasing him... and slowly moving the hose between your legs. The water sprays wildly, tickling your vagina. His arousal mounts, heating him up. His desire for you grows. He remembers his duties and finishes the work. Then he cries out, laughing like a wicked bastard; he watches you playing with the water, fondling your pussy. Aroused, the hose slips between your legs once more. Your body arches. "Oh, that orgasm!" He stands up, sets the camera aside, and walks toward you. His eyes glint with lust. Or is it a devilish desire? The pursuit of his erotic dreams? Satisfaction? Naked like her, he joins in her water game. "You cheeky mermaid!"
"Watch me as I water the flowers in the garden. I put my feminine beauty on display, naked. Come here and play with me!" And he comes to capture my desires with his camera. You laugh, spraying water all around with the garden hose, teasing him... and slowly moving the hose between your legs. The water sprays wildly, tickling your vagina. His arousal mounts, heating him up. His desire for you grows. He remembers his duties and finishes the work. Then he cries out, laughing like a wicked bastard; he watches you playing with the water, fondling your pussy. Aroused, the hose slips between your legs once more. Your body arches. "Oh, that orgasm!" He stands up, sets the camera aside, and walks toward you. His eyes glint with lust. Or is it a devilish desire? The pursuit of his erotic dreams? Satisfaction? Naked like her, he joins in her water game. "You cheeky mermaid!"
Taoistische Position des dunklen Maedchens
The Visit – Act VII
It’s a delight to run naked through your own home, to sit naked at the table to eat—naked, simply feeling free and at ease.
You can play with your clitoris now and then, while he strokes his penis.
But then come those moments when the doorbell rings and a friend drops by.
So much for nudity in your own domain.
Clothes are quickly pulled on—pants, a little dress—and the door is opened.
You’re happy to see the friend, but soon you can no longer resist your desires.
Behind his back, you lift your dress and fondle yourself in a way that lets your partner see, intensifying his desire for you.
You goof around; he makes silly faces back. A devilish grin—you know your turn is coming soon. The guest leaves.
You give him a teasing look, walk over, undo his trousers, and pull out his hard-on; then you lift your dress and sit on his lap. His kisses turn you on, arouse you.
His hands grope your breasts. Silence falls.
Finally, you have your freedom back.
It’s a delight to run naked through your own home, to sit naked at the table to eat—naked, simply feeling free and at ease.
You can play with your clitoris now and then, while he strokes his penis.
But then come those moments when the doorbell rings and a friend drops by.
So much for nudity in your own domain.
Clothes are quickly pulled on—pants, a little dress—and the door is opened.
You’re happy to see the friend, but soon you can no longer resist your desires.
Behind his back, you lift your dress and fondle yourself in a way that lets your partner see, intensifying his desire for you.
You goof around; he makes silly faces back. A devilish grin—you know your turn is coming soon. The guest leaves.
You give him a teasing look, walk over, undo his trousers, and pull out his hard-on; then you lift your dress and sit on his lap. His kisses turn you on, arouse you.
His hands grope your breasts. Silence falls.
Finally, you have your freedom back.
KUNTU ZANGPO + KUNTU ZANGMO
Frenchkiss – Act VIII
The music plays. Slowly. With rhythm and harmony. He looks into your eyes. His glow green—mysterious, as if he were trying to hide something. What lies beneath? He pierces you with his gaze, looking right into you, deep into your soul. He can read your thoughts. Can he really? He knows more about you than you do yourself. Really—or are you just imagining it? He asks you to dance.
You agree.
He takes you in his arms and glides across the dance floor with you. You are enchanted by him—from the very first moment. You can no longer feel the floor beneath your feet; you are floating like a butterfly, free. He never takes his eyes off you; his gaze follows your movements and the contours of your face. He presses your body firmly against his. His hand caresses your back, sliding down to your buttocks, cupping and kneading them. You embrace him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, stroking his head and tracing his features with your fingers. Your heart is pounding. You feel the tension between you—it’s like being in seventh heaven. He brings his face closer, never breaking eye contact. His lips move; moist and full, they seem to beam at you. The moment has arrived—you sense it and almost lose your composure—the kiss.
You close your eyes. He is there. His lips feel soft against yours. Slowly, he opens his mouth; the tip of his tongue peeks out. You follow his lead, opening your mouth and slowly enclosing his with yours. You touch his tongue and graze his teeth. Regaining your composure, you begin to tease him.
You tease him, then pull away. Tongues entwine, exploring the unfamiliar and the new. You retreat; he pursues, wanting more. You make another move—caressing now slowly, now quickly—tasting the nectar of craving. Your lips end the game with a final touch. You open your eyes and see his mysterious gaze once more—a gaze filled with dreams, a gaze that makes you shiver, a gaze that yearns for more. The dance continues, on into infinity.
The music plays. Slowly. With rhythm and harmony. He looks into your eyes. His glow green—mysterious, as if he were trying to hide something. What lies beneath? He pierces you with his gaze, looking right into you, deep into your soul. He can read your thoughts. Can he really? He knows more about you than you do yourself. Really—or are you just imagining it? He asks you to dance.
You agree.
He takes you in his arms and glides across the dance floor with you. You are enchanted by him—from the very first moment. You can no longer feel the floor beneath your feet; you are floating like a butterfly, free. He never takes his eyes off you; his gaze follows your movements and the contours of your face. He presses your body firmly against his. His hand caresses your back, sliding down to your buttocks, cupping and kneading them. You embrace him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, stroking his head and tracing his features with your fingers. Your heart is pounding. You feel the tension between you—it’s like being in seventh heaven. He brings his face closer, never breaking eye contact. His lips move; moist and full, they seem to beam at you. The moment has arrived—you sense it and almost lose your composure—the kiss.
You close your eyes. He is there. His lips feel soft against yours. Slowly, he opens his mouth; the tip of his tongue peeks out. You follow his lead, opening your mouth and slowly enclosing his with yours. You touch his tongue and graze his teeth. Regaining your composure, you begin to tease him.
You tease him, then pull away. Tongues entwine, exploring the unfamiliar and the new. You retreat; he pursues, wanting more. You make another move—caressing now slowly, now quickly—tasting the nectar of craving. Your lips end the game with a final touch. You open your eyes and see his mysterious gaze once more—a gaze filled with dreams, a gaze that makes you shiver, a gaze that yearns for more. The dance continues, on into infinity.
VARIATION VON SCHWALBEN-PAAR
Das PORNO ( 2006/07)
Comix "Das Porno" ( Amazonas women)
*Neutralitaet*
Das Porno is a gallery of different elphs posed in the nature of the Amazonas.. And of course, some nasty ones, too...
* WOMEN'S SOLO *
You gaze deep down at yourself.
Silence.
Contentment.
The notes unfold.
Ever so slowly, you sway amidst the radiance.
Soul music washes over you, You withdraw completely into yourself.
Closing yourself off... And drifting through vast worlds.
In a split second. It sweeps over you like a sudden rush.
An eternal dream in the distance.
You look within, into the light of the sunshine.
Peace washes over you.
Stillness!
A sense of security.
You gently break away.
With your dance.
Gliding along. ...into a rebellious FREEDOM!
*Mary*
You gaze deep down at yourself.
Silence.
Contentment.
The notes unfold.
Ever so slowly, you sway amidst the radiance.
Soul music washes over you, You withdraw completely into yourself.
Closing yourself off... And drifting through vast worlds.
In a split second. It sweeps over you like a sudden rush.
An eternal dream in the distance.
You look within, into the light of the sunshine.
Peace washes over you.
Stillness!
A sense of security.
You gently break away.
With your dance.
Gliding along. ...into a rebellious FREEDOM!
*Mary*
Tabu / Politik ??$!
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SchocK !
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Gang Rape Part 1 & Part 2
Sequel follows...
(Imagine, they are 66 guys... yummy/yuck!!)
