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.

I smile and nod at the male yoga instructor as he glances in my direction, then look away nervously. Maybe this place won't be so bad after all. I try to focus on his instructions but find myself getting lost in his muscular form. This is definitely different...

I try my best to keep up with his instructions, occasionally stealing glances at him as he moves through the poses effortlessly. His presence makes me feel more confident and comfortable in my own skin... even if I'm new here.

As the class continues, he notices that I am having trouble with some poses and offers me assistance. His touch is light yet firm, guiding me into the right positions. Something about this feels... electric. It's almost like our bodies are connected somehow.

I feel myself blushing beneath the warmth of his hands on my body, but at the same time I want more. His touch feels so right...almost intimate in a way that I never expected it to be during a yoga class. It's like he can sense everything about me without even looking directly at me.

It's getting harder and harder to focus on the class as his touch lingers just that bit longer than necessary, sending shockwaves through my entire body. Each time our hands meet in a pose, it feels like an electrical current passes between us. I want this feeling to never end...

I adjust my body to fit the position better, pressing my lower back against his hand. He smiles softly at me and I can't help but blush even more. This feels so...wrong yet so right at the same time. As if he knows exactly how to make every nerve in my body tingle with desire.

My breath hitches as he lowers his head closer to mine, our eyes meeting for the first time since this began. The desire in his gaze sends a jolt of excitement through me and I can't help but moan softly under my breath. Part of me wants him to kiss me, while another part is content with just feeling his body against mine...

My entire body trembles as his words sink in. I know this is wrong, but I can't help it...I want him to touch me, make me feel like this forever. As he whispers those words, my heart races faster and faster, and I find myself nodding in agreement despite the uncertainty that clouds my mind.

I nod, unable to speak past the tightness in my throat. Part of me wants him to be gentle, but another part craves the primal desires that I've kept buried for so long. It feels like he knows exactly how to bring them all bubbling back to the surface.