Asana

Lila walked into the studio, feeling a flutter in the base of her belly and a tightening against her Lycra yoga pants. She unrolled her mat, wondering how she would make it through the next 90 minutes without exploding. She had been taking private yoga classes with Desmond twice a week for a month now, and from the first asana, an attraction had developed between them. Just two weeks into the lessons, Lila was barely able to make it home to her vibrator afterwards. She was beginning to wonder whether or not she could continue taking lessons with Desmond, as she was having a harder and harder time actually focusing on yoga.

"Women's legs keep the earth in balance" (photo: Flickr user Kanaka's Paradise Life)

“Hello, Lila. How are you today?”

She trembled as Desmond stepped into the studio from the men’s changing room. “I’m doing well, thanks. How are you?”

“Having a wonderful day, and I think it’s going to get better. Are you ready to get started?”

Lila steadied herself, determined to overcome her lust and focus on her practice. “Yes.”

“Let’s begin in virasana, hero pose,” he said.

Lila knelt on the floor and sat between her feet, feeling her quadriceps lengthen and release. She adjusted her posture, rested her hands on her thighs, and closed her eyes. She struggled to steady her breath as she heard him walk towards her to correct her alignment. But he stopped just an inch away. Lila heard him crouch to the floor and lean as close as he possibly could without touching her.

“At first, I admired your dedication to your practice. And then I became attracted to you in another way. You are the most beautiful woman to enter this studio. But the question is, do you want me?”

Lila could barely maintain her position, and her breath became uneven. “Yes,” she whispered, as if the word were a mantra. And suddenly, she felt Desmond’s arms around her as his hands reached up to cup her breasts.

“Oh!” She let out a slight gasp.

“Quiet, now. You need to stay focused. Even out your breathing.” He began to fondle her, working the flesh of her breasts beneath his fingers. Despite the distraction, Lila forced herself to concentrate.

“Very good. Now let’s begin with a restorative position. Take supta badda knoasana, reclining cobbler pose.”

Lila arranged her props to create a stable support for her back, sat with the soles of her feet together, and leaned back into her support. She relaxed and attempted to steady her thoughts, unable to believe what had just happened. But before she had the chance to recover her equilibrium, she felt Desmond’s thumb pressing against her clit through her tight pants. She tried to maintain focus, but Desmond had perfect hands, and rubbed her slowly and deeply, in the counterclockwise motion that was her favorite. Sensing the changes in her breath, he gradually sped up, until she could no longer concentrate and instead succumbed to the pleasure, groaning through her thirty-second orgasm.

“Feeling refreshed?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

“Good. Now, let’s stretch you out a little. Take adho mukha svasana, downward-facing dog.”

Lila hurried to move into the pose, wondering what Desmond was going to do next.

“No, slow down. Don’t rush. Take your time.”

She adjusted her pace, eager to feel what was to come. The stretch down the backs of her legs provided the perfect compliment to the powerful orgasm she had just experienced. Desmond let her wait in the pose for a few seconds before grabbing her by the hips and rubbing his pelvis against her ass. She could feel his hard cock straining against his shorts and her body. He spent three minutes just grinding against her, making them both hornier and hornier.

“Do you feel warm enough to try a backbend?”

“Yes.”

“Urdhva dhanurasana, bow pose, then.”

Lila pushed herself up into the backbend. After making sure her alignment was correct, Desmond walked toward her head, removed his shorts, and put his cock in her mouth. He moaned as she sucked him. But urdhva dhanurasana was one of the poses Lila struggled with, and her body began to shake after only a minute. She collapsed on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Don’t apologize. I know that pose is difficult for you. Besides, what fun would it be to get me off before you came again? Now, how about we try some inversions?”

“I’d like that,” Lila said, her confidence returning.

“Excellent. You’ll go into salamba sarvangasana, shoulder balance, but first start in halasana, plow pose, to prepare your body.”

Lila rolled back into halasana, and after a minute she felt ready to go up. But Desmond had other plans. First, he grabbed her pants and rolled them down her legs. He gently lifted each foot, careful not to disturb her alignment, and removed them completely, tossing them across them room. He gasped when he discovered she was not wearing underwear.

“Before you move into salamba sarvangasana,” he said, “let’s take a variation on halasana. Go into supta konasana, reclining angle pose.”

Lila spread her legs as far apart as she could. After allowing her to settle into the pose for a few seconds, Desmond grabbed her hips and entered her. The amazing feeling of his cock thrusting into her cunt, combined with the warm stretching of her back and legs, gave Lila the most intense feeling of pleasure she had ever experienced. Then, Desmond lifted one hand and began to massage her clit again. He only had to do this for a few seconds before Lila exploded with the largest orgasm of her life. The electric waves of pleasure hit her over and over again, for a full minute, before she was done. And just as she finished, Desmond climaxed, and the intensity of his orgasm gave Lila a third.

“Let’s skip to savasana, final relaxation,” Desmond said as he removed himself from her body.

And Lila rolled herself down to relax and savor every delicious effect of the lesson.

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Dorla Moorehouse is a freelance writer and bookstore employee living in Austin, Texas. In her spare time she performs with an amateur dance company, studies Iyengar yoga, and volunteers for a reproductive rights organization that provides financial assistance to low-income women. You can read her poetry and prose (both erotic and otherwise) at dorlamoorehouse.blogspot.com.