Tanaka Chronicles: Sexual Liberation

By Tracy Kadungure

Fungai had been my addiction, my every desire.
He opened my eyes and my body to the sensual
world in ways I never knew existed.
Three years later, he had transformed himself into a
She-male named Fungisai. I was mesmerised by her
transsexual body.
She became my fantasy, my secret desire.
Our bodies meshed together in that sensual domain
of touch, taste, smell, sound and sight, and I melted in
the heat of the sexy woman trapped in a man’s body.
Jerome came into my world like a light in the darkness.
Tall dark and handsome, I was captivated by the intensity
of his gaze. All I was after was a one night stand. But his
gaze seared me to my soul, exposing my desires.
Caged in his arms, his lips crushed mine; I got lost in him.
Sex is all we have. We have fun, we get dirty, we get kinky,
it’s no holds barred.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tracy Kadungure
• Release date: Oct 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370133451

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Tanaka Chronicles-Sexual Liberation

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Table of Contents

Publishers Notes

Hot,sexy and full of juices

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

About The Author

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Hot,sexy and full of juices

I wondered if I had become a nymph, I slowly, I brought my right middle finger between my legs and spread my lips open with my index and middle fingers and gently rubbed up and down my sensitive pussy lips, rolling small circles around my clitoris. A tingly sensation began to spread throughout my body. A soft sensual moan escaped my lips….

Dedication

"This book is for all lovers of Erotica, a celebration of Black sensuality. Whatever sexual and sensual pleasures are, Tanaka Trilogy is about sensuality and the true meaning of sexual exploration which will take you to new heights of enjoyment.

I thank you for inviting Tanaka, Jerome, Fungai and a host of other characters into your homes and your lives and I hope you enjoy spending time with them.

I would like to thank my family who have had to put up with me writing naughty novels that my readers are going wild for.

My gratitude goes to John Toland, my best friend who encouraged and supported my dream of writing. You will forever be in my heart.

I’m so grateful to Joanna my adviser and all the people at Beautonex.com who have done a great job in publishing the first and second book of the Tanaka Chronicles Trilogy."

Chapter 1

Fairy tales are wonderful stories which are not just about magic. They are fantasies which we acquire in youth and they carry us through each day. They are about figuring out the world; giving us a sense of place and a great deal of hopefulness for the future. We created, invited and fantasized about a safe world for ourselves. However, as we leave our childhood years behind and get into our teens our fantasies change with us and we seek different kinds of relationships, thrills and pleasures that keep us warm inside. We also walk many paths full of potholes and detours. But only by going out into the world can the fairy-tale child find himself.

We live with the hope that someday our Prince or Princess will come and we will live happily ever after. Yet, why does the story always end when the two finally meet? What does happily ever after mean? For me it didn’t meet our needs but also make our life more fulfilling. Forming a relationship as an opportunity to give to somebody what we have inside and to receive what they have to give. Relationships are essential if you want to live your life to the fullest. They give us a sense of belonging whereby we don’t want to feel like we’re all alone inside our heads and our lives.

Love is a word with far more definitions than just the one-and-only eternal marriage. They range from the love of husband, a wife and children, family friends to the love of a mistress or a master, to the love between casual friends with benefits, to all the loves that may or may not involve anything erotic. They can all be classified under the heading of the word love, despite how different those loves are.

Falling in love is about how another person makes you feel about yourself. It is also about how you feel about the person you love. You have found someone who completely turns your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul. You share your dreams and hopes for the future. Your senses come alight, quivering with anticipation for connection. You feel ecstatic when you eat, when you walk, when you create and when you do almost anything.

There is nothing quite as exhilarating as the early stages of a romantic relationship. You want to be relished, loved, and savoured. Just the thought that you may have found your one and only can be so mind-mind bogglingly thrilling that it takes your life over. The love fills you until your skin tingles and your face glows. Your new love life may consume your energy, focus and time to the point where everything else going on in your life may feel like a rude intrusion. You can’t stop thinking about your lover. You get up and go to sleep obsessing about the relationship and mapping what your future will be like together.

Then one day somebody wanders into your life. They wrap their arms around you. They hold you tight and do something like kiss you. All your senses come alive. Your body quivers with anticipation for connection. You want to feel the closeness. Then love gets in the way. It takes you hostage and wraps you in ecstasy. You share your inner sexual self with them, giving them a piece of yourself and then your life isn’t your own any more. The moments of ecstasy become delicious. You experience the feeling of being alive more. Everything feels right.

You are in the right place, the right time. You hold the ecstasy in your hands and touch your lover and infuse your body with your joy. You invite your ecstasy everywhere. You have someone to share your dreams and hopes for the future. It brings you to the moment of love, gratitude; compassion, ecstasy, peace, and calmness. That’s the joy of one who has found true love.

But good things come to an end sometimes. People fall in love and they fall out of love. The person who falls out of love has come to realize that his or her lover simply isn’t the perfect fit for them; that something is missing in the relationship. And when that happens, it is a soul-hurt which gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you lost, bewildered and crying in the darkness. It demeans and diminishes your sense of self-respect and self-worth. It disrupts your physical balance and destabilises your emotional equilibrium. The pain turns into glass splinters which work their way into your heart. You are lost to everything that has been familiar and good in your life.

This was the case with Fungai and me. We grew up together and were childhood friends who happened to fall in love. He was all I knew. Our relationship was intense, and passionate.

Fungai was good looking, intelligent, witty, loving, caring, attentive, charming, an achiever, empathetic, in need of love and much more.

He was lodged deep in my mind like a permanent fixture of my inner landscape. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. And any time he was in close proximity, with just a smile, just a look; butterflies would float around inside me. I was drawn to him like a magnet from when he kissed me. I felt the pull to him like I was made of metal. And an invisible force pulled me closer to him until I was stuck.

When Fungai was in my life, I woke up happier every morning with the knowledge that I had him in my life. He was an amazing lover and friend. I loved our life. Laughter and conversation came naturally to us. We always had lots to say to each other. And we talked about anything, and everything. We shared all kinds of secrets and amusing gossip and all the details of how we had spent the day. It felt as if we were soul mates.

We planned to be together for the rest of our lives. Loving him was truly an experience of a lifetime. I thought I had found the man of my dreams. He knew my thoughts, understood my dreams and filled my life with joy. I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.

Each time Fungai spontaneously said ‘I love you,’ was a beautiful moment for me. I was truly smitten. The words were simple yet timeless. I thought he meant that he would love me without end.

To me, the word love isn’t just a four letter word. It is about knowing that special someone to their deepest elements including sharing the secrets you wouldn’t even tell your parents. It is about appreciating that the person may have faults, but those faults are the ones that make you love and care for the person who has them.

But for some reason, some events have a way of sneaking up on us and catching us unawares. When Fungai bolted on me without any explanation despite all that we shared; I was shell shocked. I was hurt beyond words. I felt betrayed. I had given him my heart and my body and he trampled on it, leaving me devastated. My dreams were never realised. And my goals were never achieved.

Nothing feels worse than a broken heart, the kind you get when someone you love ends the relationship. Feelings of shame, remorse, grief, rage, and terror can overwhelm even the most stable human being. Heartbreak has the power to reframe a workable life as a disaster.

The pain hit me so much. It was like he punched me hard in the solar plexus; it left me winded. I couldn’t catch my breath for months. All I could do was take little gasps of air in.

It hurt so badly because Fungai wasn’t some random man who had walked into my life. This was someone whom I’d been acquainted with all my life. From when he kissed me and professed his love for me.

Unfortunately Life can be a bitch sometimes, and life isn’t fair. There are no guarantees that loved ones will be around forever. I thought I had found what normality was, but the promises were broken, and the rays of hope were diminished.

Fungai fucked my life up and left me in a sexual void, with the emotional hunger, loneliness, and emptiness. I opened myself up to him mentally, physically and spiritually. I revelled in the joining of our bodies. I allowed myself to feel his pleasure as he felt mine in so many ways. Like twin souls, his orgasms became mine. And together we touched heaven.

I once read somewhere that the pain of the death of a loved one and the pain of the end of a relationship and the pain of a child losing a teddy bear are no different. Pain is pain, whatever way you look at it. And to the one who is experiencing pain, it can be all consuming and can seem like the end of the world.

I tried to rationalise the situation because I cared about Fungai. But I couldn’t find an answer for his behaviour. What I didn’t understand was how he professed to love me for that amount of time and then just upped and left. It was as if he had been magicked out of this world and out of existence. There was no explanation and no closure. Good-byes were never said; leaving me in limbo with a whole lot of unanswered questions for company.

I lost touch with my natural self and had no idea how I was going to get in touch with ME again. I needed to break through the invisible shackles of low self-esteem, build up my confidence and get on with my life.

What kept going through my mind was what it had been like between us. With Fungai, all I needed was the air that I breathed to love him. Kisses were a secret told to the mouth instead of the ear.

Embracing and hugging were synonymous with greeting. It usual ended up with trembling bodies pressed together, wondering hands touching, feeling, caressing, exploring and passionate love making.

I didn’t want Fungai back. But for a brief time in my life, he was the man who made me feel special. Fungai was my first love. We got to know each other in the Biblical sense of conjoined bodies making love.

It was a big issue that I broke my own ideal of ‘no sex before marriage.’ and gave up my virginity to him.

With that hurt eating at me, I made it my mission to find Fungai and give him the opportunity to explain himself and shed some light on why he fucked up my life. I needed to get closure with the guy so I could get my life back on track. Fungai was not the beginning and the end of my life.

I chose to shut off and never allow love to come near me. I vowed never to get myself into that situation ever again.

I came to a realisation that loving someone unreservedly was giving them the power to destroy you, and trusting them not to.

When we allow ourselves to be vulnerable in love, we do so willingly, and we are giving away the keys to our Kingdom. But at the same time, we trust in the people we love to protect us and hope they never harm us.

The reality is, sometimes they harm us unintentionally. But other times they do so in vicious and spiteful ways. When that happens we can either choose to close off and never allow love to come near us or we can grow from it and be even better lovers for the next person that fate presents to us.

I didn’t have to take responsibility for Fungai’s behaviour. What he chose to do had nothing to do with me. The blame lay solely with him.

Because I loved Fungai so dearly, I carried the pain and trauma in my heart. I needed to release my heart and heal it.

I looked for Self Help books and I was attracted to meditation to build on whatever inner resources I had inside me to lift myself into a more positive frame of mind. It wasn’t the circumstances of my life that were causing my sorrow and heartache, it was my feelings. To heal my heart I needed to learn to work with my thoughts.

I found a Yogi Master and immersed myself in Tantra to help me through the journey to better health and enlightenment.

It was important that I facilitate the recovery and go through the healing process. I made a commitment to unpack the baggage and lay down the pain and anger. Carrying them around made my life harder and less fun. It didn’t bring anything to my life, but it stole a lot from it.

When one loses something that matters to them, it’s natural to feel sad about it. That feeling is an essential part of the healing process. It was up to me to take steps to facilitate that healing.

Curing a broken heart from a lost love is a challenge that could be very difficult to overcome. Strength is what I had to summon to get through this. In time, the mind learns to protect its sanity by covering the scars and lessen the pain.

I made a commitment to stop reliving the misery over and over again. I didn’t want to continue to move deeper into the vicious circle of negative emotions. Unpacking and dumping the emotional baggage was what I needed to break the cycle of the painful memories that haunted my very existence. I wanted to live a normal life like everybody else.

Self-healing is a bit like peeling off one layer of an onion, only to find another waiting for your attention.

My layers were of guilt, shame, unhealthy cravings, self-hate and delusions of the defeated.

Healing was about eliminating distractions that had wormed their way into my head. I revisited my values, attitudes, behaviour and convictions I considered important. I wanted to use them to guide my life, to grow and go forward and live a fulfilled life.

With guided meditation I began to calm my soul. I was able to go beyond the ordinary levels of consciousness than I ever thought possible. And like peeling an onion, I peeled back the layers of my onion no matter how hard it felt.

Once I understood that the place I was looking for was within me, the hurt and pain began to subside. And as I went deeper into meditation, I found where I could go to discover my hidden talents and skills. I cleared my mind of all clutter until I was able to slip through the portals of my consciousness to my inner self. I took stock of my feelings; what I felt then and at that time. I recalled all my memories, good and bad.

I focused on my future, my imagination, and my assumptions and concepts about myself, others, and the world at large with fresh eyes.

I was able to appreciate that I had no need to have someone like Fungai in my life. In the same thread I acknowledged that for a brief time in my life, he was the man who brought love, happiness and sexual fulfilment into my life. He made me feel loved, cherished and special.

In the sexual domain he immersed me into I experienced all my firsts with him; from a kiss to sexual intercourse and the absolute best Kama Sutra positions for sexual pleasure. With my lover’s guidance I became a masterful giver and receiver of pleasure of sex.

But when Fungai popped my cherry he had let out the sex genie out of the bottle. Putting it back was out of the question. He left me with a huge and insatiable appetite for sex! I ventured into the enticing realm of hedonistic sexuality, sensuality and erotic fun.

I learned that the one thing guys have on their minds is pussy. It is something they want access to. This is the culture we live in.

Everybody from Presidents of countries to leaders of Churches and ordinary folk on the streets are in awe of the world changing power of pussy between a woman’s legs.

With that knowledge in hand, I set out to leverage the power of my vagina to the fullest advantage. I wanted to celebrate its epic supremacy by using my body to create exquisite harmonies.

If I grabbed the man by the balls, his heart and mind will follow and I can have complete control over him. I learned that just like a woman’s body is a play thing to a man; his body is an instrument I can also play on. If I explore its innermost depths, I would find its responsive chords and build upon them.

On the other hand, it is a myth that it is only men who place the vagina on a high pedestal and that it’s only guys who want sex. Women are aware of the influence of pussy, but like every living thing, they are burdened with an insatiable desire for sex. They enjoy it and they go out looking to get laid as much as men go out looking for pussy. We are all human beings and have needs. Sex is not intimacy - it is just sex. Some of those who seek it do not want any commitment and emotional connection involved.

Booty call for sex buddies is straight forward; it’s no strings attached and purely physical. It can be both exciting and satisfying. Generally, partners should be in and out. There should not be after-sex linger. But unfortunately I’m not wired that way. I’m one of those sex buddies who enjoy cuddling and having pillow talk after casual sex. Am I alone here? After truly orgasmic sex, I can’t just switch off as if I haven’t been taken care of within the realm of physical and sexual intimacy.

Chapter 2

On the fateful Saturday, I woke up to another African morning sun streaming through my bedroom windows. They were east facing and got the morning sun. When I opened my eyes, the bright light stung my sleep-filled eyes. Groaning, I turned over and covered my head with a blanket. I wanted to enjoy the black nothingness that it gave me for a few more minutes.

The first thing that came to my mind was the knowledge that I had a boyfriend that loved and cherished me above anyone else. I felt on top of the world. From the time I got out of bed, I took conscious control of the direction my day would follow. As usual, I was looking forward to making love with him all weekend. I could have never imagined the devastating path that I found myself in some hours later.

I threw the covers off my body and slowly got out of bed and shivered at the contact my bare feet made with the cold concrete floor. I slipped my feet into my tennis shoes and put on my clothes and went looking for members of my family. It was customary to take a moment to connect as a family and set the harmonious tone for the day together.

From when we were young, we were taught to always go on our knees and say ‘Good morning to our parents.’

Siblings would also greet each other before getting on with chores. We did the laundry, cleaned the house, swept the yard, cooked breakfast, ate, and cleared up and washed the dishes after.

When my house duties were complete I got my towels, soap and exfoliating stone for my skin and went to the outside bathroom. I got undressed and the cool breeze from the pane-fewer windows sent chills down my spine. I gathered the courage and stood under the overhead faucet and turned it on. I shivered all over, but I felt alive as goose bumps built on my skin Blood rushed through my body and I gasped for air and sucked in a breath as the extremely cold water blasted my skin and cascaded down my torso. I could never get used to how cold the water was.

I rubbed the bar of soap on my head and washed my hair; lathered and scrubbed all the nooks and crannies of my body. I shaved my pubic hairs off. Fungai liked my pussy bald, and what he liked, he got. Pleasing him sexually made me happy.

I rubbed the bar of soap on my head and washed my hair; lathered and scrubbed all the nooks and crannies of my body. I shaved my pubic hairs off. Fungai liked my pussy bald, and