Kama Sutra Quotes

V'lane: Are you busy tomorrow MacKayla ? Barrons: She's working on old texts with me. V'lane: Ah. Old texts. A banner day at the bookstore. Barrons: We're translating Kama Sutra...with interactive aids.

Take the Kama Sutra. How many people died from the Kama Sutra as opposed to the Bible? Who wins?

We're translating the Kama Sutra," Barrons said, with interactive aids.

The text you write must prove to me that it desires me. This proof exists: it is writing. Writing is: the science of the various blisses of language, its Kama Sutra (this science has but one treatise: writing itself).

I'll just sit back here and perform a few of the more acrobatic positions in the Kama Sutra. By myself, sadly.

Tonight you’re mine. I’m going to fuck you in so many positions the Kama Sutra will be asking us for tips,” -Riff

One looks forward to the day when the General Theory of Relativity and the Principia will outsell the Kama Sutra in back-street bookshops.

These are the three main diseases of this country, sir: typhoid, cholera, and election fever. This last one is the worst; it makes people talk and talk about things that they have no say in ... Would they do it this time? Would they beat the Great Socialist and win the elections? Had they raised enough money of their own, and bribed enough policemen, and bought enough fingerprints of their own, to win? Like eunuchs discussing the Kama Sutra, the voters discuss the elections in Laxmangarh.

Like eunuchs discussing the Kama Sutra, the voters discuss the elections in Laxmangarh.

What do you read for pleasure? Kama Sutra.

Taking awfully long to deliver a package!” Dad said. “Because you make him nervous!” I motioned for him to go inside. “That should make him faster,” Dad pointed out. “What is it anyway?” “Uh.” Rose whispered, “Tell him it’s the Kama Sutra book you ordered.” I yelled over my shoulder, “It’s the Kama Su—” I turned to Rose. “Wait. Isn’t that the—” “Ancient text of sexual pleasure?” he nodded. “Yes. Quite riveting. I’d be happy demonstrate. My skills are legendary.” “Oh, thanks very much.” “I’ll take that as a yes.” “No!

You know what they say about consultants, don't you? They know all the moves in the Kama Sutra but don't know any women.

The fact that the person who you are sleeping with is also sleeping with another person or other people does not necessarily mean that he or she does not love you. And the fact that you are the only person who someone is sleeping with does not necessarily mean that he or she loves you.

He didn’t expect that question to send her tripping over her own two feet and flying into the bookstore’s erotica section he’d followed her to. Luckily he had fast hands and caught her before her head could make contact with the Kama Sutra.

Well, Nicole, I was planning on taking her to bed and using her in ways that aren’t even mentioned in the Kama Sutra, but now you’ve told me that, I think I should go take a cold shower instead.

for it is a universal rule that however bashful or angry a woman may be she never disregards a man's kneeling at her feet.

Much of the Kama Sutra is like origami; I don’t quite understand all the bending that needs to happen.

Holy Kama Sutra Batman!

Nathan, out of curiosity, why did you never use the Kama Sutra moves on me?” He looked me dead in the eye and replied with a cold smile. “That’s easy, Hunny Bun. Elephants don’t manoeuvre too well.

A person who does nothing will enjoy no happiness.

Love is necessary to satisfy the mind, ethics to satisfy the conscience, and spiritual seeking for peace of soul. Without food and clothes, the body becomes thin and weak. Without eroticism, the mind becomes restless and unsatisfied. Without virtue (ethics), the conscience goes astray. Without spirituality, the soul is degraded.

a man loves a girl ever so much, he never succeeds in winning her without a great deal of talking'.

I'm an expert in homo sapiens behavior. They can rationalize anything. Take war. They'll bankrupt their economies, sacrifie the best of their young, unleash a bloodbath that impresses even me, at the expense of providing shelter, food, and medicine for their own people. Compared to that, the sale of a few women is trivial.

This “who’s on top” banter continues until one wrestler (who has slyly gone to hide behind a chair) leaps upon his rival with an animal cry. The pair then proceeds to create a series of tableaux that appear to be from the Kama Sutra, Vatsyayana's ancient Indian textbook of carnal satisfaction. Occasionally, the tension is broken by a wrestler who picks up a large object, such as a table, to throw on the other's head, as if suddenly disgusted by his forbidden love.

He was frigging Dionysus! The man who invented the three-way! He’d had sex every possible way known to man. He’d made improvements to the Kama Sutra. And he was suffering from a major case of wet noodle.

IF a woman has manifested her love or desire, either by signs or by motions of the body, and is afterwards rarely or never seen anywhere, or if a woman is met for the first time, the man should get a go-between to approach her.

When we repress our desires, they do not disappear but stay beneath the surface and continue to exert their influence. Prohibition arouses desire and suggests stratagems for satisfying it.

That's a killer accent you have. Sounds exotic.” “Just British, I'm afraid. I only know a trifling of foreign tongues.” He plopped down onto the divan next to her, his multi-colored arm stretched along the back. “Foreign tongues—I like the sound of that.” She thought to the article she'd read in the nail salon. “I've picked up a little French and Italian,and more recently, a bit of Hindi, I believe.” “Really?” he said, leaning close. “Such as?” “Oh, you know, Kama Sutra, and things of that nature.” Suddenly Liam was at her side. “You'll be sitting out front, Emily,” he said through gritted teeth, “right next to the stage.

She looked up and smiled. “I’m glad you found some books that interest you. Would you like a glass of lemonade?” Though I was hoping to thank her for the books and be on my way, I didn't want to seem rude. I nodded and set the stack of books on the counter. While Miz Goodpepper pulled a pitcher from the refrigerator, I asked, “Is the Kama Sutra a volcano?” She gasped and splashed lemonade across the kitchen counter. The strangest look streaked across her face as she sopped up the mess with a wad of paper towels. “Well, I suppose some might think it's a volcano of sorts, but I can say with absolute assurance you wouldn't enjoy that book.” “That's what I thought,” I said, feeling pleased with myself, so I put it back on the shelf. She let out a barely audible sigh. “Good.

Your wish, my command, MacKayla.” He smiled. “Shall we spend tomorrow at the beach together?” Barrons moved beside me. “She’s busy tomorrow.” “Are you busy tomorrow, MacKayla?” “She’s working on old texts with me.” V’lane gave me a pitying look. “Ah. Old texts. A banner day at the bookstore.” “We’re translating the Kama Sutra,” Barrons said, “with interactive aids.” I almost choked. “You’re never around during the day.” “Why is that?” V’lane was the picture of innocence. “I’ll be around tomorrow,” Barrons said. “All day?” I asked. “The entire day.” “She will be naked on a beach with me.” “She’s never been naked in a bed with you. When she comes, she roars.” “I know what she sounds like when she comes. I have given her multiple orgasms merely by kissing her.” “I’ve given her multiple orgasms by fucking her. For months, fairy.

It should also be noted that the first encounter may be a failure, if loveplay is not known. The man must be more careful than the woman in the act of copulation, since he does not know how to restrain himself, while the woman is always hesitant. The responsibility lies with both.

A person acquainted with the true principles of this science, who preserves his Dharma (virtue or religious merit), his Artha (worldly wealth) and his Kama (pleasure or sensual gratification), and who has regard to the customs of the people, is sure to obtain the mastery over his senses. In short, an intelligent and knowing person attending to Dharma and Artha and also to Kama, without becoming the slave of his passions, will obtain success in everything that he may do.

Kama is the enjoyment of appropriate objects by the five senses of hearing, feeling, seeing, tasting and smelling, assisted by the mind together with the soul. The ingredient in this is a peculiar contact between the organ of sense and its object, and the consciousness of pleasure which arises from that contact is called Kama.

Back in the kitchen, we tested her idea with the cocoa-balsamic drizzle. When I bit into the fig, a sweetness should have hit my tongue first, followed by the heat of the chipotle pepper... It should've been sweet and hot. Sour and bitter. The flavors combined like a Kama Sutra of great sex.

Vatsyayana moreover thinks that in all these things connected with love, everybody should act according to the custom of his country, and his own inclination.

All animals contain a part of God, but only the cat knows it.

It was the prospect of seeing Mr. Rodman again that agitated her, especially after their miserable discussion of her beliefs and their silent but heated interaction over the Kama Sutra last Sunday. She didn’t like Mr. Rodman. Not really. There was no denying he was attractive and that he had the potential to affect her like no other man ever had. Still, he was an arse. Not only did he disparage her beliefs and practices but also he had condemned her for keeping wives from their husbands by offering them refuge in her home. True, he might have said he approved of the shelters after hearing the story of Phoebe, but when it came down to it, he was a man. And she had no doubt that, as a man, he would side with other men, the law, and the Church over a woman’s fate, if ever asked to do so.

L’homme doit étudier les Kama Sutra et les arts et sciences qui s’y rattachent, concurremment avec les arts et sciences relatifs à Dharma et Artha. Les jeunes filles doivent aussi étudier les Kama Sutra, ainsi que les arts et sciences accessoires, avant leur mariage, puis continuer cette étude avec le consentement de leurs maris. Ici des savants interviennent, disant que les femmes, auxquelles il est interdit d’étudier aucune science, ne doivent pas étudier les Kama Sutra.

Happiness both given and received is mutual enjoyment. For this shared happiness and pleasure, a man is willing to give himself entirely. For a man as for a woman, the total gift of self is a source of wonderful happiness and luck. Sexual intercourse is not merely a pleasure of the senses: more important is the sacrifice of oneself, the gift of self. To understand the mystery of sexual intercourse, to know and make use of what is fitting is the essential difference between man and beast.

Yarın plajda başbaşa bir gün geçirelim mi?'' Barrons da yanımda yürüyordu.''Mac'ın yarın işi var.'' ''Yarın işin mi var MacKayla?'' ''Benimle eski metinler üzerinde çalışacak.'' V'lane acıyarak bana baktı.''Ha.Eski metinler.Kitap dükkanında mükemmel bir gün yani.'' ''Kama Sutra'yı tercüme ediyoruz,'' dedi Barrons. ''Uygulamalı biçimde.'' Neredeyse boğulacaktım.''Gün içinde hiç ortalıkta olmazsın.'' ''Neden ki?'' V'lane sanki masumiyet timsaliydi. ''Yarın ortalıkta olurum,'' dedi Barrons. ''Bütün gün mü?'' diye sordum. ''Bütün gün.

she wrote out an incident report. "Yes, Mr. Lemon. I agree. Those teenagers should not have positioned your garden gnomes like that. Yes. I do believe I've heard that is in the Kama Sutra. No, I don't know what page." She wheeled her chair over to one of the massive file cabinets and pulled out a yellow folder packed with paperwork. "Just tell Mrs. Lemon the gnomes were wrestling," she said, stuffing the report inside. "I'm sure there is a nonviolent solution, but I don't see how the mayor can help. Nevertheless, I'll put it on file immediately.

When, in 1970, palaeontologist Lambert Beverley Halstead pointed out that Scrotum is a scientifically valid name and the first ever proposed for a dinosaur, a shudder went through the normally stolid taxonomic community. Things may not have been helped by the fact that Halstead seems to have been obsessed with dinosaur sex. His most memorable work is an illustrated compendium of dinosaurian copulatory positions—a sort of reptilian Kama Sutra—that includes a ‘leg over’ manoeuvre by the sauropods, the largest dinosaurs of all—that many consider highly dubious. On at least two occasions Halstead took to the stage, where, with his wife, he demonstrated some of the more arcane postures.*

Now the householder having got up in the morning and performed his necessary duties,17 should wash his teeth, apply a limited quantity of ointments and perfumes to his body, put some ornaments on his person and collyrium on his eyelids and below his eyes, colour his lips with alacktaka,18 and look at himself in the glass. Having then eaten betel leaves, with other things that give fragrance to the mouth, he should perform his usual business. He should bathe daily, anoint his body with oil every other day, apply a lathering19 substance to his body every three days, get his head (including face) shaved every four days, and the other parts of his body every five or ten days.20 All these things should be done without fail, and the sweat of the armpits should also be removed.

A man should therefore pay regard to the place, to the time, and to the practice which is to be carried out, as also as to whether it is agreeable to his nature and to himself, and then he may or may not practise these things according to circumstances. But after all, these things being done secretly, and the mind of the man being fickle, how can it be known what any person will do at any particular time and for any particular purpose.

Even by day, and in a place of public resort, when her lover shows her any mark that she may have inflicted on his body, she should smile at the sight of it, and turning her face as if she were going to chide him, she should show him with an angry look the marks on her own body that have been made by him. Thus if men and women act according to each other's liking, their love for each other will not be lessened even in one hundred years.

And one must bear in mind the odd angle or slant that the rays of love have to take in order to reach a heart like mine. From George Swiebel’s poker game, at which I drank so much and became so garrulous, I carried away one useful idea – for an atypical foot you need an atypical shoe. If in addition to being atypical you are fastidious – well, you have your work cut out for you. And is there still any typical foot? I mean by this that such emphasis has fallen on the erotic that all the eccentricity of the soul pours into the foot. The effects are so distorting, the flesh takes such florid turns that nothing will fit. So deformity has overtaken love and love is a power that can’t let us alone. It can’t because we owe our existence to acts of love performed before us, because love is a standing debt of the soul. This is the position as I saw it. The interpretation given by Renata, something of an astrologer, was that my sign was to blame for my troubles. She had never come across a more divided screwed-up suffering Gemini, so incapable of pulling himself together. ‘Don’t smile when I talk about the stars. I know that to you I’m a beautiful palooka, a dumb broad. You’d like me to be your Kama Sutra dream-girl.

From Walt: The Grapes of Wrath, Les Misérables, To Kill a Mockingbird, Moby-Dick, The Ox-Bow Incident, A Tale of Two Cities, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, The Three Musketeers, Don Quixote (where your nickname came from), The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, and anything by Anton Chekhov. From Henry: Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee, Cheyenne Autumn, War and Peace, The Things They Carried, Catch-22, The Sun Also Rises, The Blessing Way, Beyond Good and Evil, The Teachings of Don Juan, Heart of Darkness, The Human Comedy, The Art of War. From Vic: Justine, Concrete Charlie: The Story of Philadelphia Football Legend Chuck Bednarik, Medea (you’ll love it; it’s got a great ending), The Kama Sutra, Henry and June, The Onion Field, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Zorba the Greek, Madame Bovary, Richie Ashburn’s Phillies Trivia (fuck you, it’s a great book). From Ruby: The Holy Bible (New Testament), The Pilgrim’s Progress, Inferno, Paradise Lost, My Ántonia, The Scarlet Letter, Walden, Poems of Emily Dickinson, My Friend Flicka, Our Town. From Dorothy: The Gastronomical Me, The French Chef Cookbook (you don’t eat, you don’t read), Last Suppers: Famous Final Meals From Death Row, The Bonfire of the Vanities, The Scarlet Pimpernel, Something Fresh, The Sound and the Fury, The Maltese Falcon, Pride and Prejudice, Brides-head Revisited. From Lucian: Thirty Seconds over Tokyo, Band of Brothers, All Quiet on the Western Front, The Virginian, The Basque History of the World (so you can learn about your heritage you illiterate bastard), Hondo, Sackett, The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance, Bobby Fischer: My 60 Memorable Games, The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, Quartered Safe Out Here. From Ferg: Riders of the Purple Sage, Kiss Me Deadly, Lonesome Dove, White Fang, A River Runs Through It (I saw the movie, but I heard the book was good, too), Kip Carey’s Official Wyoming Fishing Guide (sorry, kid, I couldn’t come up with ten but this ought to do).

Miss Hawkes, I fear I cannot find the book I'm looking for." "What is it? Do you know the author?" "I do. His name is Vatsyayana." Oh, but he was horrible. Hateful! It was Fionna's dearest wish to slap him, but he was too far away. And if he thought to rattle her, he was sorely mistaken. "Ah, yes, I know his work." His smile widened slowly, an unmistakable gleam in his eyes. For an instant he looked almost boyish. Under other circumstances, it might have been utterly engaging. As it was, it just infuriated her more.

Fionna hauled in a stinging lungful of air, impatient with her behavior. What the devil was wrong with her? Why, she'd acted the panic-stricken schoolgirl, afraid of being ravished! Which she was not. Neither a schoolgirl, nor in danger of being ravished. Not really. Granted, her knowledge of the earthy side of passion far exceeded actual experience- any experience at all, to be sure. Except, perhaps, for her rather erotic imaginings with Raven and Rowan. And, of course, hidden deep in the very bowels of her desk... Her copy of Vatsyayana's Kama Sutra.

Like the Artha-shastra, but perhaps for the opposite reason, the Kama-sutra is wary of nuns; it advises a married woman not to hang out with “any woman who is a beggar, a religious mendicant, a Buddhist nun, promiscuous, a juggler, a fortune-teller, or a magician who uses love-sorcery worked with roots (4.1.9).

Like her name, Jasmine Allôns was dusky and exotic. The woman bled sensuality, as if she were in a constant state of karmic sexuality—a living, breathing kama sutra pose. She made Taylor feel frumpy and prudish, things she certainly wasn’t. At least they were the same height. Taylor liked being able to look in Jasmine’s sloe eyes while she lied.

Somos todas iguais, temos todas a mesma história pra contar. No trajeto, tentei recapitular minha própria história e descobrir em que momento resolvi que não faria parte do mundo, não do jeito que ele me convoca. Quando foi que me exilei, Lopes, e por quê? Nenhuma vida é original. Nascemos e morremos, e no espaço entre uma coisa e outra estudamos, trabalhamos, casamos, temos filhos e netos, praticamos exercícios, adoecemos. Ninguém escapa desse script, não há outras opções. Por isso o álcool, o jazz, o esoterismo, a religião, o Kama Sutra: é preciso encontrar alguma fresta, é preciso reinventar uma história que não seja cópia, que não entre para as estatísticas, que escape. Mas mesmo a marginalidade é rotulada, também ela é convencionada, estabelecendo códigos de parecença e grupos fechados onde todos têm, quem diria, a mesma história pra contar. Talvez isso explique aquela sensação de sermos estrangeiros na própria terra, e a paixão por viajar que a maioria tem. Talvez isso explique a insistência de todos falarem sempre a mesma coisa, fazerem as mesmas perguntas e esperarem pelas mesmas respostas, e satisfazerem assim suas necessidades de convivência social. Em que outro idioma nos faríamos entender, se não o da socialização? Lopes, preciso urgentemente reaprender esses códigos, tenho falado muito sozinha.

Everybody has room next to us. no one comes to resurrect us. we have room for brides for grooms in the tight places no one comes to say you’re too many. no one. complains of crowding. too understanding with the living we breed like field rabbits per square meter we breathe the same air. crowns of viruses. faraway emperors when we dreamed with a thousand eyes a thousand feet. given what we were no one thought we’d be used against ourselves only the ground bulges at its ends. all on top of each other we make love under pressure in all sorts of positions undiscovered by the kama sutra. we liquefy we ooze dandelion syrup through all our holes. sometimes we think we’re breaking into indian hemp flowers our faces melt down our mouths are parched. we laugh at ourselves from our diaphragms. (in english by Diana Manole)

De noi are toată lumea loc. nu vine nimeni să ne învieze. avem loc pentru mirese pentru gineri în locurile strîmte să zică sunteți prea mulți. nimeni. nu se plânge de înghesuială. prea îngăduitori cu ale vieții ne înmulțim ca iepurii de câmp pe metru pătrat inspirăm același aer. coroane de viruși. împărați din depărtare când visam cu o mie de ochi o mie de picioare. cine își imagina din ce am fost vom fi folosiți împotriva noastră doar pământul se bombează la capete. unii peste alții facem dragoste sub presiune în tot felul de poziții nedescoperite de kama sutra. ne lichefiem curgem prin toate găurile sirop de păpădii. câteodată ni se pare că ne spargem în flori de cânepă indiană ne curg fețele ni se usucă gurile. și râdem de noi de la diafragme

The oldest Vedantic school, Advaita [‘Not two’], represents an extreme and purist position in arguing that Brahman alone is real. The self and the world are within Brahman, with any apparent difference arising from illusion [maya] and ignorance [avidya]. It is as with a rope, which seems to be a snake, or a seashell, which seems to be of silver. This world is like the foam on the sea, or a peacock’s egg, created simply for play [lila]. Since Brahman is all, Brahman is without attributes. When the mind, which is given to maya, tries to conceive of Brahman, it sees Ishvara in one of his many forms. If certain Upanishadic statements appear to be theistic, it is because their author (nominally, Brahman) is catering to his audience. Only in deep sleep, when we are no longer dreaming, might we experience something of the formlessness of Brahman. We are then pure, disengaged consciousness, like the sun after it has set. This is the experience of disembodied Atma, of death, of home.

The Buddha explicitly rejected a creator God, yet Buddhism is counted as the fourth largest world religion after Christianity, Islam, and Hinduism—suggesting that the hallmark of religion is not a belief in a creator God, or any god, but a belief in the conservation of values, that is, in something like karma, about which the Indian religions, especially Jainism, have a great deal to say. Karma is the greatest constant in Indian thought, lending a family resemblance to Hinduism, Buddhism, and Jainism. Gandhi, for one, regarded Buddhism and Jainism as traditions of Hinduism, which has adaptively assimilated the Buddha as the ninth avatar of Vishnu, after Rama and Krishna, and before Kalki, who will preside over the apocalypse. In Hindu thought, the universe has a moral order that is independent of the gods, who are less than omnipotent. In the Chandogya Upanishad, Indra, the king of the gods, is made to wait 101 years before being told the secret to the self—not a bad deal, considering. Towards the end of the Mahabharata, Krishna is killed by a hunter who mistakes him for a deer.

Hinduism is a lot looser than the Abrahamic religions, with no founding prophet, no single scripture, no central authority, no core doctrine or code of conduct, and no clear concept of God. Hindus might coherently think of themselves as monotheists, polytheists, pantheists, deists, agnostics, or anything in between. India is a world unto itself: as a religion, Hinduism developed more as a negative concept of contradistinction, and it might be said that Hindus are only Hindus insofar as they are not anything else.

Thus a man practising Dharma, Artha and Kama enjoys happiness both in this world and in the world to come.

Most of the books of erotic poetry available today are either too old or are big anthologies covering the same poets and poems. There is a lack of new and original work. Most of us have read something from Ovid, Sappho, Shakespeare, the ancient Greeks, the Romans, or from the Kama Sutra. But love is a theme that should be celebrated with freshness.

Our sexual ideas are also borrowed not from the sophisticate cultures who created the Kama Sutra, but from kindred brutalists, the Romans.

Most religions seem to have decided pretty early on 'You know, we've go to do take action about that sex thing'. Somehow India too forgot the age of the Kama Sutra, Tantra and erotic carvings on temple walls. Even the Hare Krishnas try to tell us that Krishna was only spiritually making love to hundreds of cow girls at a time.   Nowadays it works like this: no one ever tells you the first thing

In truth, I've always preferred good-looking, well-groomed mature men and the Count definitely fit the description of the perfect man in my sexual fantasies. He was strong, yet his arms had the gentle touch of a man of distinction. Reaching forward he undid my trousers, easing them to the floor, before removing Andy’s pants. My erection was grinding against my Valet's. I unfastened Mario’s belt and unzipped his pants, feeling his throbbing hardness against my palms. Since he wore no undergarments, I could feel him bouncing in rhythm to my every stroke. Before long, we were merging into passionate three way embraces, changing positions every so often. We were accompanied by classical music which played softly throughout this sensual Venetian chamber. We made love slowly, gently, softly, allowing ourselves time to explore our most erotic parts, in synchronicity. Mario, well versed in the art of lovemaking, was the best lover I'd ever had the privilege of experiencing, apart from my beloved Andy. I had the crème de la crème with these two expert lovers trained in the sexual art of Kama Sutra.

A fire is never sated by any amount of logs, nor the ocean by rivers that flow into it; death cannot be sated by all the creatures in the world, nor a fair-eyed woman by any amount of men. THE KAMA SUTRA

Richard Francis Burton was a British consul, Orientalist, explorer, best known today for translating the Arabian Nights and the Kama Sutra into English. He was the most educated explorer of the Victorian age, a time when only men of rough disposition set out to discover foreign lands, in stark contrast to the landed gentry, who were uninterested in international travel, unless it was in the comfort of a steamship to go administer a colony for the sake of the Crown or as a military officer deployed to extend the global landholdings of the British Empire. He

A cloud of bugs settled around me. Swathes of mosquitoes landed on my arm, tickled my skin, and took off. Why didn’t they bite? Professional courtesy, I guess.

The crow never brought good news, like I was needed in Cancún to rub sunscreen on horny coeds.

Sounds like someone’s found a turd floating in the punch bowl, and I’m supposed to fish it out.” Trouble followed me everywhere.

My mama was on some other shit with her nasty ass. How the hell she was out in the open reading the Kama Sutra? I

1st. Sadharana (general topics). 2nd. Samprayogika (embraces, etc.). 3rd. Kanya Samprayuktaka (union of males and females). 4th. Bharyadhikarika (on one’s own wife). 5th. Paradika (on the wives of other people). 6th. Vaisika (on courtesans). 7th. Aupamishadika (on the arts of seduction, tonic medicines, etc.). The

Any action which conduces to the practice of Dharma, Artha and Kama together, or of any two, or even one of them, should be performed, but an action which conduces to the practice of one of them at the expense of the remaining two should not be performed.

I asked a Catholic friend who kindly offered to ask several Catholic theologians if it was okay to fantasize about Jesus having sex with the Virgin Mary in all the positions of the Kama Sutra. They agreed to debate the topic and came up with this unanimous conclusion: Cognitive flooding would be okay if the goal was healing and not entertainment.

My Sex Bucket List: I want you to talk dirty to me Try a new position every time we have sex (I want to try doggy style first) (we need a kama sutra book) I want you to be more vocal while we have sex; not just at the end I want you to cum in my mouth I want to cum in your mouth I want a facial I want you to cum on my breasts I want to have sex in the shower I want to try 69 I want to try bondage and handcuffs, but I want you to be the one tied up I want to be spanked I want to see if you like your gooch being licked Give you head while you drive You play with my pussy while you drive Sex in the pool Sex in the rain Sex on the island in the kitchen Sex in your office on your desk during business hours Sex outside under the stars Sex in one of the cars Go to a sex club Have sex in front of an audience I want to be choked (maybe) I want to use sex toys with you Sex in a penthouse suite against the window overlooking the city. Sex in an airplane I want to try anal/ butt plugs Watch porn together Recreate a sex scene from a movie Masturbate in front of each other Have sex in front of a mirror I want you to finger me in a restaurant while we’re out for dinner Go to EverTwo14 Make a sex tape

My Sex Bucket List: I want you to talk dirty to me Try a new position every time we have sex (I want to do doggy style first) (we need a kama sutra book) I want you to be more vocal while we have sex; not just at the end I want you to cum in my mouth I want to cum in your mouth I want a facial I want you to cum on my breasts I want to have sex in the shower I want to try 69 I want to try bondage or handcuffs, but I want you to be the one tied up I want to be spanked I want to see if you like your gooch being licked Give you head while you drive You play with my pussy while you drive Sex in the pool Sex in the rain Sex on the island in the kitchen Sex in your office on your desk during business hours Sex outside under the stars Sex in one of the cars Go to a sex club Have sex in front of an audience I want to be choked (maybe) I want to use sex toys with you Sex in a penthouse suite against the window overlooking the city. Sex in an airplane I want to try anal/butt plugs Watch porn together Recreate a sex scene from a movie Masturbate in front of each other Have sex in front of a mirror I want you to finger me in a restaurant while we’re out for dinner Go to EverTwo14 Make a sex tape

And so, out there behind suburban doors, George and Martha run through the gamut of Kama Sutra positions (or so I imagine it, in my own undoubtedly lewd mind) and the smoke of Shiva fills the air, and the pope looks down on all of it, but cannot speak or object in any way. And, then, his rebellion acted out and cathartically discharged for a few days or a week, George rises in the morning, dresses in his middle-class uniform, and joins the terrapin multitude of other cars driving toward the city and the daily tasks of conformity and responsibility. Take away the pot and the picture of the pope and who knows what other form of rebellion (political? cultural? psychotic?) George and Martha might attempt next, to prove to themselves that they are individuals with free wills and not just actors in a bourgeois script authored by Dr. Laura Schlessinger.

conversation of Brahmans. Such, then, is the Padmini or

The Doors seemed unconvinced that love was brotherhood and the Kama Sutra. The Doors' music was insisted that love was sex and sex was death and therein lay salvation.

Vīriešu un sieviešu seksuālās fantāzijas bieži tiek saistītas ar tumšiem, destruktīvi agresīviem nolūkiem. Bez iztēlotas, kaut vai minimālas, bālas un vāji apzinātas vardarbības, daudzi vīrieši nespēj panākt spēcīgu seksuālu uzbudinājumu; agresija pret sievieti ir tikpat nozīmīgs viņu potences faktors kā mīlestības jūtas. Viena no galvenajām šādu vīriešu fantāzijām ir paņemt ar varu to, kas netiek sniegts labprātīgi; daži vīrieši iztēlojas, kā sieviete vispirms nevēlas dalīties seksuālā pārdzīvojumā, bet pēcāk viņu pret pašas gribu aizrauj vīrieša spēks. Šīs "iegūšanas fantāzijas" variāciju mēs atrodam klasiskajā sanskrita mīlas poēzijā, kas sacerēta apmēram vienā laikā ar Kāmasūtru (..) - sievietes šausmas uzbudina gan viņu pašu, gan varbūtējo uzbrucēju.

We were already fucked so many ways they could have dedicated an entire revision of the Kama Sutra just to us.

[...] confident women are gob-smackingly amazing.

I am, admittedly, from the school of telling the brutal truth, but I apply that to myself too. When something happens and I ask for other people’s opinion on it, I want them to tell me the truth. Because I don’t want to be here again, experiencing this pain. It’s called being a grown up. I recommend it.

You have the opportunity to create yourself. Screw ‘finding yourself’. I know of people who choose to do nothing every day and then go off on retreat to ‘find themselves’.

Teksts ne tikai ieņem oficiālo vīrieša nostāju (pārstāv Vātsjājanas balsi), bet arī prezentē metodes, kas noliedz sievietes vārdu atbilstību viņas patiesajām izjūtām; kliedzieni "Izbeidz!" vai "Māt!" tiek interpretēti nevis kā norāde uz sievietes vēlēšanos izvairīties no viņai nodarītajām sāpēm, bet kā daļa no rituāla, kura mērķis ir uzbudināt partneri [2. 7. 1.-21.]. Šie fragmenti pauž to, ko mēs tagad atpazīstam kā izvarotāja mentalitāti.

Pienākums mīlēt laulāto draugu un ievērot uzticību laulībā pirmām kārtām tika prasīts no sievas, bet gandrīz nekas neierobežoja vīru, kurš dzīvoja zem un lūkojās augšup uz izvirtīgām debesīm, kurās mājoja miesaskārīgi dievi un debešķīgas palaistuves, vienlaikus pārpasaulīgas un netraucēti iekārojamas, dedzīgas sniegt baudu un pašas to gūt. Indiešu eposu panteons līdzinājās grieķu Olimpam, kurā dievi un dievietes līksmo un sacenšas, neapgrūtinot sevi ar morālām atrunām.

Sex is fun and playful and meaningful and messy and tender and funny and life-enhancing and excruciatingly embarrassing — sometimes all at once.

You see, work is very, very important to women. It gives us independence, security and freedom. It’s often in work that we find our self-confidence and self-esteem. In practical terms, we need to be able to work to cope with life and all it throws at us. It helps us find our talents, grow our skills, and give ourselves pleasure.

Never, ever settle for the propaganda that says mediocre is fine, average is acceptable, coasting is good.

Money is not dirty. Money is utterly without a value system.

People will pay you what you think you’re worth, not just what they think you’re worth.

Sometimes, even when you don’t fancy it, you need to just have a go. Because you get in the mood by getting in the mood, and once you’re in the mood…

To get confident, you have to act like it first. Stand upright, chin up, make your gestures expansive, take up some room, breathe deeply and easily, lower your voice in tone and increase its energy and volume.

[...] you can practise being on top in all sorts of ways first. Tackle the unordered dish that just appeared on your restaurant bill. Send back the inferior pudding. (I assume there is such a thing as an inferior pudding?) Don’t be chicken about going out on your own at night (and yes, be safe, but this is a very safe country so don’t become a prisoner of Daily Mail hysteria).

You may think you simply can’t deal with ONE MORE FUCKING THING going wrong. You’re wrong. You can and you WILL deal with each and every thing that life will throw at you.

We can ask men out, initiate sex, refuse sex, be adventurous and propose marriage — all without raising an eyebrow. We can dress as we want and do what we want.

Your bad shit will make you. If you can grasp that early enough on, you might start to welcome challenges and adversity for what they give you in the long run.

You can, you MUST, design the life you want.

the English explorer Richard Burton told the story of an Englishman finding his new wife unconscious on the marital bed, having chloroformed herself. She had pinned a note to her nightdress which read: 'Mama says you're to do what you like.