KratomSutra: A Tale of Self-Love

“Good, because I’ve really been dragging ass lately.”

The mere mention of her recent mood was depressing. Madison had been in a funk for nearly a month. Regrettably for her, these ailments had a way of manifesting while Craig was traveling for work. The on the go life of a prominent college basketball coach was equally hectic for immediate family. Especially hyper-sensitive empath wives like Madison.

“Shoot yeah, girl. I stand by my kratom. It helped me stay sane while I was going through all that crazy mess with Jared. I wanted to choke the shit out that little … ohhhh!”

Madison erupted into laughter, assaulting her friend’s ear on the end of the phone line. “You so silly.”

“Maddy, you just don’t know. I am so serious.”

“I know you are, with your crazy self.”

“No for real, I think you might like it. Just remember … go slow. And get your throat all nice and lubricated before you swallow.”

“Okay, nasty. I’m doing it just like you told me.”

“You better. Okay, I got a client coming. I gotta get ready. Call me if you need me.”

“Ohh, I definitely will.”

“Good. Love you!”

“Love you too. Bye bye.”

After disconnecting, Madison clutched the cell phone to her chest and resumed the previous position — curled into a ball of misery on the couch. Dr. Kumar Anand was the first to pin down the source of her afflictions. The first who didn’t treat her like a total quack. Madison had been diagnosed with fibromyalgia, a condition that was both controversial and alarmingly widespread. In her case, ‘fibro fog’ was accompanied by a combination of inexplicable muscle pain, fatigue, and the most random bouts of depression. Her medicine cabinet resembled a pharmacy shelf, stocked with a litany of prescriptions designed to balance her well being.

“Get off your ass and do this, Maddy.”

Madison’s inner dialogue finally proved effective. She coached herself into prying her PJ-stuffed bottom off the sofa cushion and moseyed towards the bedroom. One of the worst sides effects of a fibro flare-up was the lack of motivation. Preparing a meal. Walking up to the second floor. Showering. The simplest task required energy Madison didn’t seem to have these days. Effort she just couldn’t summon.

“Oh my God. Where is it?!”

Not to be forgotten from her list of symptoms — that old bastard, Anxiety. Sudden, crippling anxiety. Madison switched into panic mode as she rummaged through her top dresser drawer. Tossing aside rows of cheap underwear in search of the magic antidote. With two teenagers on the loose, one who’d already been expelled for allegedly smoking pot in the school bathroom, her drug stash was the source of ever lingering fears.

“Thank God,” she sighed in relief. Madison found the treasure tangled in the lining of a pair of purple granny pannies. She held the silver mylar bag in both hands, closely examining the text on the package:

KratomSutra. 2 oz. NOT FOR HUMAN CONSUMPTION

Madison might have been alarmed had she not been briefed on the situation. According to Michelle, it was a tactic vendors employed to distance themselves from the heat, so to speak. Peddling unregulated products on top of glowing medicinal claims was looked down upon by the FDA. In this case, however, the claims were backed by hard evidence, both anecdotal and scientific.

Native to Southeast Asia, the history of mitragyna speciosa traced back several hundred years. Commonly referred to as kratom, the tree produced psychoactive leaves that contained an opioid-like alkaloid profile, which made it the subject of immense scrutiny. Once virtually unknown, the herb gained notoriety, particularly in the U.S., as a natural alternative to a number of prescription medications. However, this enhanced visibility came at a price. Kratom had become the proverbial public enemy number 1, a prime target of both the FDA and DEA as the next to make the coveted scheduled drugs list, where it would be lumped beside notorious entries the likes of heroin, cocaine, and methamphetamine.

Madison headed for the kitchen to gather up the necessary supplies: a small ceramic plate, plastic spoon, and her trusty digital scale. She weighed precisely five grams and poured the tan powder on the plate. To her naked senses, it looked and smelled like your typical herbal tea, coarse and grainy in texture.

Apparently there was no one-size-fits-all method for consuming kratom. Some brewed the powdered leaf into a tea. Others preferred the convenience of capsules. Some covered the powder with orange juice and slammed it in a shot. Madison settled for one of the braver dosing methods. Something so-called kratomites coined ‘toss and wash’.

The mission called for a beverage, so Madison grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and placed it beside her makeshift dosing station on the marble kitchen counter. She divided the powder in five neat and nearly equal piles. Simply sifting through the powder seemed to unlock another degree of potency as a strong earthy aroma wafted up her nostrils.

“Here goes nothing.” With shaky hands, Madison tossed a pile of plant material on her tongue. She washed it down with a chug of water, but not before scrunching up her face in pure disgust.

“Get your throat nice and lubricated.” Madison heard Michelle chanting in the background. So she took another swallow, combining it with the existing swell of liquid in her jaws. She swished it around, momentarily switching the pressure to either side while creating a vile new texture in her mouth.

AWWCK!!! “Oh my god.” Madison felt like she’d just drank a shot of cement after choking down the exotic herb. She needed a third swig to aid the warm, thick-textured paste down her esophagus. “That was so gross.”

Madison grabbed the bottle of water and retreated to the living room, still haunted by the horrific taste. Instinct led her to her customary spot on the couch. She flopped down into her habitual ball of misery, hoping that whatever the doctor ordered arrived quickly. Madison was savvy enough not to be swayed by the media hype. Beyond the propaganda was a uniquely diverse natural medicine. Amid her research, she learned that the plant was effective at relieving pain, managing stress, and curbing insomnia. Among kratom’s more interesting characteristics were the actual effects, which could lean towards relaxation or physically uplifting, depending on the composition of the leaf. Madison just hoped she could benefit from that energy boost touted in many of the user reviews she’d read online.

The advantage toss and wash held over other dosing methods was the speed of the onset. Madison perked up, now alert and more attentive than she’d felt in ages. She didn’t even wanna the jinx the mood by thinking such a miracle into existence, but it was as if the fog that suffocated her day in and day out was steadily dissipating. In a matter of moments, Madison could unmistakably feel the energy coursing through her veins. She could either sit there and marvel in the oncoming train of euphoria, or put that energy to good use.

In just over an hour, Madison had cleaned the kitchen, re-arranged the living room to free up space, and folded the load of clothes that had been sitting in the dryer all week. She exerted enough effort to work up a sweat and on top of the raunchy odor she’d already concentrated, she was smelling pretty damn funky.

“Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel? Who loves you? And knows you, the way I do? Who touches you and holds you quiet like I do? Who makes you feel, like I make you feel?!” Madison was no Ditto, but that didn’t stop her from belling out the singer’s angelic lyrics with every bit of her heart and lungs.

Due to her lingering ailments, simply showering had recently been an act bathed in complete wretchedness. Not this time, though. For the first time in ages she felt … normal. Madison was all smiles and good vibes as the hot water rained down on her naked body. The shower was definitely soothing, but she realized there was a greater power at play here. Madison was in the glorious grip of herbal utopia. At that moment, she internally declared, “Kratom is fucking amazing!”

The herb seemed to awaken senses that had laid dormant for weeks. And Madison unconsciously put that theory to the test. She was officially clean, yet that inquisitive hand remained dead in between her legs, spreading the mix of water and soapy remnants across the surface of her vagina. Her motion shifted from an aimless scrub to a slow, measured massage. Madison found herself closing her eyes and biting down on her lip, centering her force on the pearl. The pressure drew a gasp from her lips and snapped her out of that subconscious zone.

“Madison, you are in rare form,” she laughed. Madison realized that if she didn’t wrap it up, she’d accumulate a water bill both she and her husband would soon regret. So reluctantly, she put a bow on the steamy shower and escaped that beautiful bathtub oasis.

Madison sat across the bed in her T-shirt and panties. Fresh and so clean. Feeling so damn fabulous. Kratom’s reputation as a focus enhancer started to make sense. For a change, her brain, fingers, and attention were synchronized, operating in harmony as she typed away on the laptop. She hadn’t given her erotica novel the proper attention in well over a year, yet there wasn’t a day that passed where it didn’t cross her mind. The ideas were suddenly pouring out of her, so she seized the moment by capturing them in the word processing document she saved as “my book”.

Madison excelled at writing from an early age. Hell, it was on a very short list of skills she possessed. When she found the time to write, she normally made decent progress. The story elements came along fine. But she always seemed to hit a literal writer’s block when reaching those crucial sex scenes. In some cases, it was lack of sexual activity stifling her creativity. Other times, the creative juices flowed so intently the streaming of different juices caused a distraction — like now.

Roman and Felece. They weren’t the most interesting couple at first mention. He, a struggling graphic designer. She, a successful entrepreneur and frustrated college educated woman trying to support his dream against her own internal clock. Their individual ambitions, intentions and secrets made for a fascinating side story. And their personality clash resulted in the dangerously addictive sex that threatened their collective sanctity. At least that’s how Madison penned it in her head. If only transferring their drama onto a legible canvas were so easy.

Madison escaped to the kitchen when a blistery thirst washed over her. She had copious amounts of energy. A tactical spark surging through her veins. That added zeal enhanced her senses in ways she ordinarily wouldn’t notice. For instance, she paid special attention to the satin panties slyly creeping up her crack. They crept even deeper as she bent down into the refrigerator and turned back around. By the time she returned to the bedroom with her bottle of water, those panties had spiraled up into a full blown wedgie.

Any other time, she’d be annoyed enough to make the necessary adjustments. This time, however, she left it alone. Madison relished in the feeling of smooth silkiness between her cheeks. The sensation was comparable to a thong after a few glasses of wine. Crazy sexy!

Madison crawled into bed, cuddling up beside the PC rather than sitting it across her lap. She glared at the screen and revisited her fictional couple. It was a pivotal scene. After another spat, possibly their worst yet, Roman and Felece were once again sealing their common bond. Perhaps their one true connection: sex. Felece was proverbial putty when Roman sank down and assaulted her naval area with kisses. His soft, heavenly lips dancing atop the tender flesh of her belly. The thought of what came next caused Maddy’s kitty to roar to life in her panties.

“Settle down, girl.” Madison tried to calm the situation by petting the pink pearl with four massaging fingers. But just her luck, it only served to amplify the ache; enhance her arousal. The anticipation was palpable. She could feel it through the satin, surprised to find just how damp she was down there.

The truth couldn’t be denied. Madison was hornier than a pimply faced teenager on a high dose of testosterone boosters. With no sex toys to call her own, a girl had to improvise. She drifted back to those incredible undies. Hubby sure loved them. They were never a perfect fit. Or even comfortable. But they were adorable. And they certainly complemented her bottom. Today, in more ways than one.

Madison closed her eyes and found herself smack dead in the middle of the erotica scene. She stroked her panty covered pussy in rhythm with Roman’s tongue. His broad, powerful stroke was a perfect foil for Felice’s fat, puffy lips. In times like these, he ate pussy angrily. As if he had something to prove. Cupping her ass cheeks and reeling her into his starving mouth. Madison grabbed the front of the material and pulled it tight against her crotch. The satin cut was just the right fabric for the job. Soft and smooth. So willingly clinging to her super absorbent flesh. Madison not only became one with Felece’s sensitivity, she played the role of both characters. The dealer and the liquidator of pleasure.

That’s the word I was looking for.

Sexual exploration was a strange thing. One could go from relaxing with the purest of thoughts to hungering for release. Transitioning partners from screaming bloody murder at one another to hungering for each other’s meager essence. That thirst in Madison became intense. She pulled the panties tighter against her skin yet again. So snug she could feel her asshole eating through the bottom. So far she could feel the fabric being swallowed by her greedy pussy lips.

The taste of Felece’s sweet center enhanced Roman’s aggression. He clamped down and slurped at her trigger, threatening to leave his finger indentations in her butt cheeks. Then he devoured her. From clit to crack, mixing his saliva and her cream into a flood of juices. Felece hiked her hips to further smother his face. And subconsciously, Madison rotated her own hips, creating additional torque as she commenced to fucking herself with her own panties.

Like a broadband line in a ferocious storm, Madison lost the connection with her story. There was a more fascinating tale unfolding right between her legs. She found a new focus in the pulley action amid her panties and increasingly wet pussy. Up and down she yanked, sparking a delightful friction while repeatedly stimulating her pleasure zones. The back and forth motion put unbearable pressure on both her pearl and rosebud. Increasing her body temperature, the wetness of her muffin, and the swelling in her sexual reservoir. She could take no more!

“Ahhh, ahhhh!” Madison’s legs shook uncontrollably, bolts of endorphins jolting through her body as an overflow of secretions poured out of her spout. She collapsed where she lay, drenched in a pool of sweat and suddenly a lot less snappy. Madison wouldn’t be surprised if most of that vigor leaked right out of her pussy. Her panties were soaked.

Madison reached over to the night stand and grabbed the bottle of water, hoping to sooth her parched throat. She formed a big cheesy grin after a few swigs. Then she giggled so hard she thought she might’ve ruptured a funny bone. If only Michelle could see her now.

Oh Michelle. The resident hippy of the group. Yet even with her vast and versatile botanical wisdom, there were nuances that escaped her field of knowledge. Michelle only knew one half of the KratomSutra story. The other half was told via a chief ingredient by the name of Eurycoma longifolia. Coined hip names such as “tongkat ali” and “longjack”, the evergreen shrub was yet another South East Asian native with deep medicinal roots. For centuries, locals used the herb to regulate blood sugar, increase energy and improve stamina, among other things. In the western world, it was more known for its sexual properties. Tongkat proved to be a powerful natural stimulant with the ability to boost sexual drive and desire in both men and women alike. Carefully paired with a potent strand of red vein kratom, it created a unique blend that spawned a nickname of its own: the Lover’s Strain.

As soon as she recovered, Madison planned to shoot Michelle a lengthy message with a full review of her experience. She needed a direct line to her kratom supplier. If this stuff was uber awesome alone, it had to be next level amazing with the hubby involved.

Extracted from The Fetish Dictionary: Kinks G Thru W