Yabyum Stories

Her red leather chair has no armrests and is the perfect design for Yab-yum. Were I a few years younger, her willingness to straddle me would demand a risk assessment! Yet she readily accepts my invitation to sit together. Adopting Yab-yum so instantly seems natural. Like a sapling embracing the earth, her muscular thighs take root around me. And direct my lustful energy through her base chakra. My wandering hand assists...