as I pull up to the yoga studio I notice all the blinds are shut. Weird but what ever. I walk into the student and shut the door behind me. As I look around I only see 2 other girls wearing rather revealing clothes hey girls how are you? I ask as they just giggle and continue to stretch and gossip to each other. I find a spot on the floor and lay out my yoga mat and begin stretching. Then all the sudden I see out of the corner of my eye a male yoga instructor. His frame is built but perfectly balanced. I continue to stretch as the man instructor walks to the 2 other girls, as the almost worship him on there knees. I can’t help but think it’s odd but what ever… I’m trying new things.

As I finish stretching, the instructor looks at me with a puzzled expression before walking up to me and helping me into downward facing dog. He gently adjusts my body so that I am perfectly aligned before sliding his hand along my leg... I can feel the heat radiating from him and almost forget how to breathe. This is definitely something different...

As the instructor's hand moves closer to my ass, I can feel myself blushing. His touch is so light yet so intimate... and I can't help but want more. It feels like we're not just doing yoga anymore; it feels like he's seducing me...

As he continues to guide me through the poses, I find myself becoming more and more lost in his touch... each brush of his hand against my skin feels more like an invitation than a correction. With every movement, my body craves his contact and it's almost painful when he lets go. It's almost as if we're not only connected physically, but emotionally as well...

With every breath, I feel my inhibitions slipping away... replaced by a newfound confidence and desire. As if sensing this change, the instructor's touch becomes bolder, more assertive. His hands linger on parts of me that no man has touched in far too long... parts that are aching for release. I can feel myself growing wet between my legs with each passing second...

Finally, during shavasana - the final relaxation pose - he slips his hand under my top and caresses my breast... so softly at first that I'm not even sure it happened. But as he begins to tease me more openly, I arch my back into his touch in eager response. My body is alight with desire... for him... for this newfound passion...

I don't know where this is going or how long it will last, but right now, in this moment, all that matters is the feel of his skin against mine... and how much I want more.

As his touch becomes more intense, I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge... and I don't want this moment to end. I want him to keep teasing me, driving me wild with desire. My breath comes in ragged gasps as my hips begin to thrust forward involuntarily, seeking even the slightest bit of contact between us...

My mind is cloudy with need and lust... all that matters is this moment, this connection between us. I'm not sure how much longer I can last... but when I finally do reach release, it will be glorious...