Stretching Beyond the Mat

Yoga’s Hidden Bliss

 

I have always tried to live a physically and spiritually healthy life. By exploring various philosophies, I have finally concluded that my body is a temple of the spirit, so it must be perfectly cared for. Yoga has become part of everyday practice. Bending over backwards is not just about striking poses and stretching muscles. It’s a journey of self-discovery that developed into a crush. I chose the best school in town, and I loved it right away. Not only because I always felt super relaxed after each session. Bobby, our instructor with long black hair, sapphire-blue eyes, and a male stubble of several days, was devoured by all of us.

Bending Over Backwards- Bend, Breathe, Love

We made mistakes deliberately so that he would only come closer to catch us with those strong hands. He stretched our bodies masterfully, and each wanted him to stretch her deeper. I watched him carefully during each session. He was muscular, but not a bodybuilder type of guy. His body was an athletic sculpture. Alive, strong, and flexible, with rock-hard muscles that made an amazing impression. Just like his conspicuous crotch. Every girl who went there saw it. He always wore tight-fitting shorts so that they wouldn’t get in the way when exercising, so you could clearly see what kind of “gun” he was hiding underneath them.

I had a problem bending over backwards. He came and knelt down behind me, and my imagination was already working. He gripped my hips like a stallion and pressed them gently but firmly against the mat. At the same time, I felt his crotch against my ass. He was so close then, bending over backwards and I had to act, even though I wanted to press against him, to rub myself harder. But that didn’t happen… Until one day. After another training session, he asked me to stay. He invited me to his office when the other girls were leaving. I could see their jealous looks.

“Is something wrong with the payments?” I asked right away.

“No, no, Jordyn. It’s not about money.” He smiled slightly. “I have been practicing yoga for fifteen years. I can see that you make some mistakes on purpose. More often than other girls.”

I blushed, stammering, “N-no, Bobby. What do you mean?”

“Don’t try to hide it,” he snorted softly, amused. “I have been teaching for a long time, and I know that women will do a lot to feel a man’s touch.”

Mat Matters-Bending Over Backwards

I looked up at him, thinking about bending over backwards for him. I figured I’d play his game.

“You’re curious, huh? What would it be like, right?” he teased.

“What if I said yes?” I lifted my chin a little more boldly then, peering into his blue eyes. We looked at each other in silence for a moment until he got up and went to the window. He was silent, and I grew less and less confident, lacing my fingers around my wrist.

“They’re all gone now,” he finally said, turning to me. I watched him come, grab my forearm, and twist me. Then, he rested my ass against his desk. I could feel his male embrace, now with a completely different character.

Our faces were close, and it seemed to sparkle between our lips. I looked at him and felt my lips part involuntarily. The kiss fell like a thunderbolt. He kissed me greedily, passionately, while quickly undressing my clothes. Soon, I was without leggings and without underwear. He with no shorts or boxers.

“You have strong energy. Let’s find out what energy you have in your womb,” he said, and I felt a large, hard object hit my mouth. When I looked down, I saw it. Decorated with bumps in the veins, an impressive cock with a powerful head. It looked like a muscular piston. Indeed, it matched his body perfectly.

Mystic Poses and Romantic Closes

I was hot, wet like after a bath, so he slipped in without a problem. I felt it reach deep, my pussy responding by tightening my grip on him. “Ooh,” he sighed, “I see Kegel muscles for a medal.” He backed off slightly and pushed again, nearly bending me over backwards. “Your merit, Bobby,” I replied.

“We still need to work on them,” he groaned and began to move his hips rhythmically. I wrapped my thighs tight around him, pressing him tightly against me. I wanted to feel that huge cock deep inside me. It was madness, like a mania I wanted to indulge in. I ripped off his T-shirt and touched his beautiful upper body, carved like Thor.

He fucked me rhythmically, our bodies in perfect harmony. At the same time, it all felt different. Sex wasn’t just fucking anymore. There was something transcendental about it. I felt everything with my whole body. Yoga. The orgasm was the natural consequence of this brief spurt. I squeezed tightly against his thick, strong penis, clinging to him as tightly as possible. It was beyond my senses, but I especially remembered the smell. He smelled a bit musky, with a hint of patchouli.

“This was the first lesson,” he whispered in my ear. “We will arrange another bending over backwards session soon.”

Here’s a rapturous invitation to check out my last blog: Birthday Wishes and Midnight Kisses.

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