Maya in Yoga/Erotica18+

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I could feel the aches from my lower back pulsating up my spine. When I was a teen, I had this accident as a cheerleader. I was going up for a somersault, and the new guy let me slip. I had surgery to fix it, but every now and then it still popped up. It was this pain that led me to find other methods of treatment. The only one that seemed to work for me was yoga.

Sometimes, after a good session of yin yoga, I could hear a loud pop sound from my back. The melting heart pose was one of my favorites; I could feel the pressure relieved every time I did it. It was a sunny day, overcast as I turned into the parking lot.

As soon as I parked my white Kia, I pulled my phone out to see how many likes my last yoga picture got. Of course, it only had thirty; the numbers never made sense because I had five thousand followers. It almost seemed like you had to fully expose yourself on these apps to get noticed. A part of me desperately wanted to be noticed.

When I put my phone down and looked up, I saw a red robin dive down and put something in its beak. Its wings flapped with extreme force, and it reminded me of me, a beautiful soul in a world devoid of color. If fate was real, I would have the sex I wanted soon. I got out and opened the trunk, grabbing my gym bag. I made sure to lock my doors because you just never know.

My sage yoga pants were tight enough to see my figure , but also not too tight it's cutting off blood circulation. I had the matching color yoga jacket, and it made my boobs look way bigger than they were. I walked into Better Life Yoga and smelled that fresh, earthy smell. You had to take your shoes off when you came in and put on slippers or flip-flops. They hated outside footwear on the mats because it could cause ringworm, staph, and a bunch of other things.

I said hello to Brittney, Mona, and Stephanie as I walked to my normal spot. I knew any minute, Julie would be here to talk my ear off. She was my best friend from undergrad, and to be honest, when I introduce her, I usually say she's my sister. Of course, people would raise their eyebrows because she had freckles and was white. I came from Egyptian descent, so anybody could tell I was lying.

You could feel the heat from the sun blaze through the clerestory windows. I closed my eyes and tried to enter a meditative space. It was always hard for me because in the nothingness, my past would always pop up: the times I was hurt by men, the poverty as a child, the miscarriage. It was all things I didn't want to face, so at the most, I could make it three minutes.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder, and Julie plopped down right next to me. She was smiling from ear to ear. "Guess what?" she asked. "What?" I asked excitedly, folding my legs into a lotus position. "I just got offered a promotion." "That's so great," I smiled. Giving her a hug that seemed to last forever, I thought, Why do the good things seem to happen to everybody but me? I was working as a cashier at the age of twenty-five. It made me think a lot about life.

The only peace I ever really felt was when I was painting. But the cost of making art was slowly eating me alive. I wanted to be happy for Julie, I mean, I was. She started spreading her mat out and doing light stretches. “Now maybe I can finally be roommate-free. Nicky has been driving me crazy lately,” she expressed, making a blow-up motion with her hands by her head.

We talked about Nicki, dating, and that new movie that just came out with Leo. When the instructor walked in, I instantly focused because I had a crush on him. He had been my instructor for a year now, but we never really said anything to each other but hi and bye. He was the stoic type, it seemed, and at six feet, he looked like he could lead an army, or lead me to a bone-shaking orgasm.

There was this one time I was having trouble with a pose, and he had to guide me through it. His body was on mine; it was gratifying in all the best ways. Isn't it funny how you can say you don't need love or anyone, but when the right person touches you, it's like the Milky Way is forming? Everything makes sense, and the real you finally shows like the full moon after going through its cycles.

That's what Liam was to me when I looked at him. He addressed the class, which was all women, with his normal greeting, good morning, and a five minute talk of what we were going to do today. He was wearing a tight black shirt and some grey, fitted sweatpants. Every time he paced back and forth, I could see his print. It was truly something to behold.

We started with the butterfly pose, taking deep breaths in and out, relaxing our center. Then we went through a series of poses from the sphinx to the twisted roots. I felt a piece of me opening up just a little bit more. His voice boomed in the room like the sound of thunder. I was taking deep breaths, finding my inner yoni. What was she trying to say? Going into child pose, I could feel something in my core wanting to be released.

Was it love? Or lust? I honestly didn't know. We were getting close to the class ending, and I was praying that he would come over to talk to me. He was walking down the aisle, making minor adjustments to the women he passed. I could see his blue eyes looking like ice in the Arctic. When he came close to me, he yelled out, “Downward dog.” I bent over while looking at him. He gently put his hand on my back and fixed my arch. “Remember to breathe, feel the energy move through you,” he said. One hand was right by my belly button, the other one was on my lower back.  

I almost fell over, and he caught me with one hand. “There you go,” he said. When I looked up at him to say thank you, his length was practically in my face, greeting me. He noticed and quickly jumped back. All I could do was giggle a little. “Thank you,” I said, smiling, and he nervously said, “No prob,” and went over to Julie, who was purposely stretching bad to get extra help.

When the class finally ended, I felt free and refreshed. Julie had to hurry and get to work, so she ran out as soon as it was over. I was taking my time rolling my mat up when I heard his voice say, “Hey, Maya.” I instantly blushed inside; it was the first time I heard him say my name. “Hey,” I replied back with the biggest smile he had probably ever seen. He was holding some fliers in his hand, but they were rolled up. “You were looking really good earlier, especially with the seated poses,” he responded, his eyes looking me up and down. I wonder, was he looking at me, or looking at me? Did he just see my slim thick ass in these pants? Or did he see a glimmer of my personality? “Don’t geek my head up,” I laughed back, lightly tapping his shoulder. He smiled, and I felt it in my stomach.

“You might be ready for hot yoga,” he said, handing me a flier. I read it over quickly, but the price was a little much. “Could you tell me more about it?” I asked. “Why don't you walk with me next door, and we can get a smoothie. I'll tell you on the way,” he said, pointing his head towards the door. I said “yes” so fast that I think I scared him.

We put our shoes on and walked over to Hottie Smoothie. They were kind of like this wellness quick spot where you could get little healthy snacks, and they had a variety of healthy drinks. Sometimes I would stop in and get kombucha. You might think that's nasty, but I love the tanginess. “I'm about to order a ginger pineapple, do you want anything?” he asked. I looked at the menu, trying to decide. “Mmm, I'll get a mango freeze smoothie,” I replied. I went into my gym bag to get some money out, but he quickly stopped me, saying, “No, this my treat.”

We sat at a table by the window outside. You could see the cars flying by, racing to get to their jobs. I wondered what he did in his free time, or better yet, who he did? “So this hot yoga thing, what is it?” I asked. He was sipping his yellow drink. It looked like he was enjoying it. I tasted mine as he responded to my question. “How can I put this? The room will be hot like the middle of summer, and sweat will drip, detoxing your pores. The poses will be intense and deep,” he said.

“I think I can handle that,” I said confidently as I put my drink down. He was smirking at me. “I can give you a free run through tomorrow after my night session. Are you free?” I ran through my mind, checking my workdays, and luckily, I had tomorrow off. “Yes,” I said, taking a sip of my drink again.

We sat for another twenty minutes having small talk. I learned some things about him. He was a youth advocate at a local rec center, didn't have kids, and he did photography when he had the chance. He said he liked taking pictures of nature. When I told him about me seeing a red robin earlier, he almost lost it. He was saying stuff like that's a sign love is coming into my life, and I was all like, boy, whatever.

I didn't want to say goodbye, but I had to. As we were exchanging numbers outside the smoothie shop, he pulled me close into his arms to save me from getting hit by a cyclist speeding by. He didn't even hesitate; his first instinct was to protect me. He tried to chase the guy down, but I stopped him. We said goodbye, and this feeling in my heart would not stop. It felt like I took a hit from a drug, and it was circulating through my body.

I drove home thinking about that hug, and my mind even fantasized a little more deeply. I stayed in an apartment in the hood. I really wanted to move, but I couldn't afford it. Inside, I had a flat screen to the left as soon as you walked in, with a pink couch in front of it. My cat Cinna scattered across the floor chasing a ball. I took my yoga clothes off and was walking around in my bra and panties.

I needed to hurry up and get dressed for work. I was checking the time on my phone every other minute while running around the house getting ready. I put on these tight work pants and my red polo. I made sure to grab my pre-made lunch before I left and raced to work. I made it there ten minutes before my shift, so I spent another two doomscrolling, then walked in. Marjorie was my manager, and she was always a bitch most days. She would always be on me about my phone. She was a short white woman, and her build was like that thing from Monsters, Inc. You know, the one with the big lips.

I tried my best to be nice to her, but that was always a challenge, to say the least. After I clocked in, I went to my normal register at the front. I was working at Target, it wasn't my first choice, believe me. But a girl's got to eat. My first customer was a guy in his forties; he obviously was married. Did that stop him from trying to flirt with me? No.

I rang up his five items with a fake smile on my face, trying to avoid eye contact. Working this mundane job would make me constantly daydream of Liam. I wondered what a kiss from him would feel like. After about an hour of a rush of customers coming back to back, it slowed down. As soon as that happened, Marjorie would pop out and usually tell me to go stock the shelves.

I was putting cans of SpaghettiOs up when I saw my co-worker Chris walk by. He was a cool guy to talk to, and he made the time go by faster. “You heard they're trying to lay off some people from our shifts?” he said. His dark hair covered his face. “It's whatever to be honest,” I replied while still placing the cans on the shelves. “I like that about you, nothing seems to faze you,” he said before walking off, talking on the radio. He was wrong. Everything did faze me, and if he looked just a little closer, he would be able to see how alone I am.

When I clocked out, the sun was long gone, and a crescent moon sat in its place. In this quiet moment, I closed my eyes and wished to be held again. The wind was blowing lightly on my skin, and my hair was flowing in the breeze. I started to think about my soft bed and couldn't wait to get home.

                                      Rest

Cinna was purring at my legs as soon as I walked in. I couldn't even get my shoes off before she started begging for her can of tuna. I petted her soft white fur, and she started doing that thing when they rub up against you. After feeding her, I took a shower and relaxed on my bed. I tended to stay up longer if I knew I didn't have to work the next day.

I was on my phone scrolling when Liam texted me, “Be ready for tomorrow.” I typed on my phone keyboard, “I'm ready now,” but I deleted it. I can't be too thirsty, right? Or maybe I should? I went to his Instagram; yes, I stalk it, but I don't follow him. He had this picture where he was in Miami on a boat. There were girls around him, and a part of me felt jealous. Then there were pictures of him doing yoga, and one during his mentorship program. All his posts had over a thousand likes.

I finally found the nerve to text back and said “yes sir, with this slick eye emoji”. It took him like ten minutes to text back, and he said, “atta girl, it was nice hanging with you earlier too.” I tried to wait another ten minutes to text back, but I couldn't. “It was fasho a lot of fun,” I sent back. I saw the bubbles pop up, but they disappeared, and he just didn't text back.

I grabbed my cuddle pillow next to me and held it like it was his body. I had a strong urge to hump it, but I didn't. I just drifted into sleep, Cinna came and lay at the edge of my bed. When I woke up in the morning, it was ten o'clock. I was supposed to meet my mom for breakfast, but I think I was going to flake. She was going to start bugging me about having her grandchild and why I'm not married yet.

I got up and did my morning routine: hygiene, light stretch, journal. I wrote about Liam and how he was making me feel. I wrote about how I could see myself being in a relationship with him. I was doing a visualization exercise; it started with us on dates, but it had to stop when it started switching to dirtier thoughts.

After getting dressed, I fed Cinna and went to see my mom at a cafe shop. My mom looked really good for her age, like she could be my sister, type of good. She always wore designer clothes and had on nice smelling perfume. Today, she was wearing vintage Chanel that you could probably see in a fashion magazine. Her hair was cut very short, like a bob almost, and she looked like she was in one of her moods.

She stood up to hug me, saying, “That's my baby.” I embraced her, saying, “Hey, Mom.” I could smell her sweet floral perfume dancing off her. She had already gotten me my favorite coffee with vanilla. I sipped it and it was a cold brew just like I liked. She asked me about my life at the moment, and I told her half truths. I knew the question was coming any second now, so I braced for it. “Are you seeing anyone?” she asked.

I sat upright in my chair and took another sip of my coffee. “Yeah,” I murmured, looking at any spot in the cafe besides her eyes. “That's good, honey, the Bible says ‘be fruitful and multiply,’” she said. I got a feeling she knew I was lying. But I really felt that soon I would have Liam, and he would be all mine. She chose not to pry this time, wanting to see pictures of him. Instead, she went back to talking about how her co-workers are lazy. Most of our conversations were always like that, her talking and me just listening.

I went to the park afterwards and sat on a bench. The weather was warm and sunny. I had my headphones in, playing Chopin. I tried to close my eyes and meditate again, trying to empty my thoughts. After about two minutes, I gave up. Why am I so restless? I had on a light blue hoodie that had Girly sewn small in pink. It was right on my heart. And I had the comfy pants to match.

Occasionally, a guy would run past and wave, always with a smile. My lower back pain was starting to throb again, and it made me think about yoga. Tonight would be our first session alone together. I started to imagine how it was going to play out. I'm wearing the tightest pants I own, and bending over perfectly so he can see my ass. He's wearing the tightest dad shorts, showing off his huge dick. I rubbed my thighs against each other as I started to feel myself getting turned on. A couple in their forties walked by holding hands; the woman was leaning onto the man.

I don't believe in signs, but at that exact moment, a red robin landed by the park bench. Its colors seemed more vibrant than earlier. I pulled out my phone and searched the meaning. I typed in something like, I keep seeing red robins, what does it mean? The meanings varied, but most were passion, love, and new beginnings. All things I desperately craved. I felt like tonight would change everything for me.

Journal Entry

This week has been filled with intense emotions. I've been thinking a lot about life and the purpose of it. Intimacy is a desire that nestles deep inside my womb. Love wants to hatch and take flight across the starry sky. In me, there is a woman, in me, there is a voice that wants to be heard. When I feel your hands on me, I dream of what we could be. The stars are bright, my heart is yours tonight.

                                 Tonight

As I pulled into the parking lot, I felt a mix of emotions: excitement, nervousness, and even a little lust. I was wearing another yoga set, but this one was a dark red, almost like a wine color. I had lipstick on, and I would've put eyeliner on, but I knew it was about to get sweaty in here. I loved wearing fitted clothes because of how they showed my body off in the right spots. The fabric felt constricting, and my desire was ready to bust out.

I checked the likes on my photo, which I had just posted in this outfit, and of course, it was only twenty. I felt I looked really good, but I guess the internet thought otherwise. I got out of my car and stared into the sky, which I normally do, but this time I wished for love. Closing my eyes, I envisioned the energy of the red robin I had seen three times today. I want to take control of my fate and not leave it up to Instagram to bring me my lover.

I knocked on the yoga studio door, and one minute later, Liam came and opened it. He had on some black dad shorts and a black hoodie that was fitted nicely. I could see his muscles clearly defined. “It's good to see you,” he said, holding the door open for me. I looked into his soul and said, “Yeah, I want to see what all the hype is about.” I made sure to take my shoes off when I came in and was barefoot.

I had gotten a pedicure and my toes done earlier; they were the same red as my outfit. The studio was empty and extremely hot, like Las Vegas in July . I instantly started sweating, and I hadn't even done anything yet. I think he read my mind because he said, “This is hot yoga, and it's going to get hotter than this. Every five minutes, the temperature is set to increase.” We were walking to the center of the usually packed room.

The lights were dim, and you could see the sky through the clerestory window. This was my first time ever seeing the night through it. He had a purple yoga mat already rolled out for me. “I do want to give you a safeword if it becomes too much for you, it's Lily,” he stated. “It's not going to be too much. I can handle anything you throw at me,” I answered.

We were looking at each other, but not like surface level looking, like soul gazing. I could feel some type of ball of magnetism forming in the center of us. We started with seated warm up poses like bound angle and seated cow cat. I was taking deep breaths in and out; the air was stuffy. His pheromones were starting to pour out with his cologne. It smelled so invigorating, I cherished every whiff of it. The small bell went off signaling five minutes. I could see the thermometer on the wall increasing from eighty five to ninety.

My sweat was pouring down my arms and my legs. The heat was building in my body, and I had to take my jacket off. I playfully threw it at Liam's face, and he caught it and smelled it. My eyebrow raised at him. “I didn't think you were that type,” I said. He smiled and laughed. “I didn't even mean to do that; it literally just landed in my hands.” His face was turning red, and his hair was starting to shag down from the heat. I bit my lip and went into a pigeon pose. This pose with the moonlight shining in through the roof made me feel like the white swan on the lake. I was waiting for my counterpart to come and dance with me.

I had my left leg bent up, touching my head, my right leg crossed over in front of me, with my body almost leaning back like a bow. My boobs were sitting like the arrow on the string. His eyes watched me from the corner. The bell sounded again, and the temperature rose to ninety. Liam took his hoodie off and had on a white shirt so drenched I could see through it.

He caught me looking and said, “You like?” I broke my pose in an awkward laugh. Because not only did I like it, I wanted to lick every drop of sweat off him. The hotter the room got, the more passion I was starting to feel. My legs were getting so wet; soon I would have to take my pants off.

When I went into my cat cow pose, I felt exposed in front of him. I could feel the stretch running all the way through my torso. I could feel my pussy purring every time I caught a glimpse of him. The bell rang again; the temperature was now sitting at a whopping one hundred. I don't care what he thinks, I'm taking my pants off. There was so much sweat that it was hard to pull off. “Need help?” he asked.

I wanted to say yes, but I didn't. Every time I shifted them lower, I could smell more of myself. I wondered, could he smell it? I had on black boy short panties, and they were dripping with my essence. We went into standing poses, starting with a standing boat pulling pose. It was a hard pose for me. “Could you help me with this one?” I asked shyly.

The way he held my ankle as my left leg stretched to the sky was like Moses parting the sea . I could feel honey spreading between my lips . I looked back at him as my left hand reached to take his hand placement. “Look at you, a pro,” he said as he walked over and helped me lean forward. I loved it when his hands touched me; it was satisfying. My heart rate was increasing as I pushed my leg up even higher. “Very nice,” he said, and like a painter, he stepped back to acknowledge his portrait.

“The thing I love most about this place is how freeing it is. Society tends to trap us in routines, and we forget this feeling,” he said while he took his shirt off. The bell sounded again, pumping the temperature up to its last level, one hundred and five. I put my leg down to reset. “I know what you mean, I often dream of just letting go but it's so hard for me,” I replied. “In these last ten minutes, I want you to finally let go, show me who you really are,” he responded.

I was blushing. He was saying the words I always wanted to hear. “I'm scared,” I confided in him. He walked closer, grabbed my hand softly, and said, “Don't be. This is a safe space. I will never judge you.” I could feel the lock over my heart unlock. I heard the sound of the sea and the waves washing ashore. I felt the birds glide over the ocean. I enclosed his hands in mine with a small tear in my eye and sighed, “ok”.

Each minute felt like seven hours. We were closer now, and our bodies would often collide against each other. We would occasionally say “my bad” or “I'm sorry,” but after a while, we stopped. I think at this point we both wanted to be in each other's company. I was trying to attempt a pistol squat, but I fell over onto him. We crashed to the ground, and my head was lying on his chest.

He was looking down at my face, and I was looking in his eyes. I felt a pull so strong i couldn't stop it , it was like a wildfire reaching out. I leaned forward and I kissed him.

Kiss...Stars exploded in my chest,

Kiss..The heat sizzled sporadically .

Kiss....Our love was born.