The erotic adventure of Viva Yogini

Viva Yogini was accustomed to beauty and comfort. She lived alone in a simple cabin of stone and timber without internet or television, surrounded by a large estate her parents had given her. She had no car and left her phone off for days at a time. A handyman checked in to provide maintenance and drop off supplies twice a week.

Sometimes friends came from the city to spend a few days relaxing or to help plan seasonal retreats on the property.

At auspicious times of the year Viva hosted gatherings of free spirits who camped in her woods and practiced yoga together in the fields. There was meditation and ritual in the day, then drumming and dancing around a bonfire late into the night.

Viva knew she was well blessed in this troubled world and was grateful. Her father had been court astrologer to a multi-platinum rock and roll band. He had lured her mom away from one of a series of mogul husbands. Viva had grown up in palaces and resorts all over the world. She had enjoyed every modern luxury, but what she cherished now was the quiet beauty of nature on these acres where she practiced the arts of introspection and devotion.

One summer morning Viva woke just before dawn to begin her routine of chanting and stretches. After praising the fierce goddess Durga 64 ways, she sat cross legged before the altar of flowers and icons to collect herself. She took a deep breath in through her nostrils and activated her root lock. Pulling up the muscles between her pussy and her little ass hole, she felt the familiar stir of sexual energy that she could direct through her body for health and invigoration. On this morning she also felt a light pressure above her clit. A pushing. She relaxed her groin muscles on the exhale then clenched them again when her lungs were empty. The odd pressure returned and increased. Disciplined to focus on her practice, Viva closed her eyes and turned her inward gaze to the place between her eyebrows, not letting the unique warmth interrupt her waking rituals.

Lately behind closed eyes she had been seeing the white flowering radiance described in ancient texts. Occasionally geometric patterns flashed in her mind. Now with another throb from the sensitive spot in her crotch, she saw the image of a phallus. It was massive and alive with engorged power.

Startled, her eyes blinked open. As if on cue the lingam stone on her altar toppled.

Hmm what’s going on she wondered. She righted the phallic object, a polished black stone, heavy and tall representing the lord's masculine power. Did it feel warmer than it should? She lifted it to her cheek. “Om nama shiva ya” she whispered. She pictured the deity smiling at her. Not for the first time she ran the length of the stone across her lips and flicked her tongue on the tip.

Don’t get distracted she scolded herself. You have all day to play with toys but now it’s time to stretch.

She got up, replaced the lingam and unrolled her yoga mat.

Facing east, she raised her arms over head and arched her back. Her white cotton tee lifted up over her panties which was all the clothes she wore to start the day. Holding the stretch there was another throb in her mons and tensing in a muscle group she couldn’t identify.

Folding forward to place her palms on the floor something didn’t feel right in her panties, the cotton dragged against her skin like nothing she had felt before.

Is it a rash? A bug bite?

Still folded with her hips in the air she tugged the front of her panties. The curly growth of pubic hair thinned along a swollen ridge. She touched it and the tingling sensation caused her to lose balance.

She planted both hands for stability like a downward facing dog and gasped as the worried roll of flesh separated from her mons and hung down. This was no bite or blemish. Hanging between her legs was a fully formed penis.

A wave of disbelief passed through her. Inches of flesh tapering to a foreskin settled against the inside of her panty. She let go of the elastic waist and it snapped back over the package. Viva Yogini dropped to her knees, then sat back on her heels.

“No.” she said. “No way did that just happen.”

She swung her legs out before

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