The Churning of the Cream
Kamadhenu, the celestial cow with the head of a woman, born from the churning of the Sea of Milk, has the gift of making every wish come true. The deserted wife prays to her. O Kamadhenu! She bemoans the happy times when her beloved showered her with caresses. And here is the lover returning! He had a dream, he says. Kamadhenu was before him. She had his beauty's face, her mouth was trembling, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears. Repentant, he throws himself to her knees. The lover forgives him. He embraces her, crushing her nearly to the point of suffocation. Hugs and kisses on her thighs, hugs and kisses on her breasts. Thanking the celestial cow for opening his eyes, the lover turns his lingam all around inside the delicious yoni. Divine reunion. Churning the cream.
The Cobra
He is a perfect man, educated, rich and respected by all. Only his wife knows his weakness. Valiant and skilful at all sorts of games, he lacks vigour in those of love. So she gives him potions to drink, milk mixed with sugar, uchchata root, pepper and liquorice. Or rice with sparrow's eggs. She covers herself with perfumed unguents and oils and, with skilful caresses, awakens the lazy lingam. Erect from her hisses, it is eventually ready to act. Then, like a snake, the beauty turns around, slithers and coils up among the cushions. The husband did not expect this reversal of the situation. He is all excited now. Blindly, his lingam searches for the yoni. It is the coupling of the cobra.
The Swing
He is a man of taste. In his garden there are two swings, one revolving and one ordinary. He spends many pleasant moments there, conversing with his friends. Sometimes, alone, he switches from one to the other until his head spins. But his favourite swing has neither ropes, nor wood, nor cushions. He finds it with his favourite mistress, a skilful and passionate courtesan. Adorned with pearls and gold, a simple veil of silk hiding her nudity, she stretches out her arms towards him. The night will be long... They revisit each of the sixty-four chapters. And, to finish, the swing. She sits on his lap, her legs raised. With one hand, he holds her, with the other, he caresses her breasts. She swings back and forth, faster and faster, until bliss.
Splitting the Bamboo
A charming scene: two young peasants singing under the moon. With the same slender figure, the same graceful gait, they look like the male and female forms of one single being. Their fresh voices chase the darkness away. They reach the river, at the spot named 'the bath of the goddesses'. Undressed in the twinkling of an eye, they dive... Now they lie down in the grass, fearless of snakes. Perched on top of a tree, Garuda, the bird of Vishnu, protects them. With the blessing of the sympathetic god, they soon become experts in the art of loving. With one leg stretched out along his slender body, the young girl puts her other leg on the boy's shoulder, then she inverses the legs' position, she alternates them. It is splitting the bamboo. Celestial ballet!
Th Curving Knot
The friends linger behind. One discusses the matters of love. The master of the house, however, thinks only of his befoved who awaits him. He thinks of the 'line of jewels' he left at the bottom of her back. This is what one calls a bite made with all of the teeth. One of the hosts recounts how he practises the curving knot position, which demands skill and suppleness. The master of the house smiles dreamily... Last night his beloved, as clever as a she-monkey, led him into this perilous exercise. His legs remember it still! Each partner puts their arms into the hollow of their fences and pulls their legs towards them. Holding each other's hands, yoni and lingam are brought closer. Reaching ecstasy in this delicate position is said to be a token of the lovers' eternal love.
Inversion
The women of Maharashtra adore every kind ot pleasure. The beautiful wife does not contradict this reputation. And, until dawn, she demands more from her husband. The poor man falls asleep... Never mind, she gives him a few betel leaves to chew, plies him with sweets, with fresh coconut milk. He can relax and she will take care of him. The husband lets himself drift. She rubs his body with a sandalwood unguent. Soon, the massages turn into caresses. The beauty excites his chest. He comes to and she mounts him. He would like to kiss her mouth but the naughty girl shies away, turns around, offering him her back. It is she who decides. She possesses him. Delicious submission.
Knee Elbow
There are some lovers who despise soft beds and cosy cushions. Their pleasure is heightened by danger or discomfort. Some choose places where their union may be discovered; others practise the most hazardous positions. Others still seek risk and difficulty. Their pleasure room is a garden where they lay themselves open to being seen. The beauty, one foot on her lover's thigh, her arms hanging from his neck, coos as she lifts herself up his body. She looks like she's climbing a tree! Now she clasps her beloved's chest between her slender legs. She is now perched on his lingam. While she is moving up and down, held up by her lover's powerful arms, he whispers suggestive words in her ear.
The undifined lover
He expected to find her alone, but she is with her foster sister. He is not the kind of man to shirk his duty, but still! The naughty girls hardly allow him time to think. Before he knows what has hit him, he is in their arms. He must recognize them with his eyes closed. Which one kisses him? Which one scratches him? Whose yoni is this? He loses every time. His hands and his mouth are no match for the forfeits they impose. And now here are the two beauties, hip against hip, their legs raised, offering their yonis. Clasping them both in his arms, the seasoned lover switches from one to the other and, with all the valiance of his lingam, fills them with joy. It is the united congress.