"What the hell are you guys doing?" Justin and I broke apart and sat up straight on the couch. I looked at my sister. "We, uh—we were just watching TV." Stephanie glanced suspiciously at the small, bulky television vomiting out the local news, then back to us. "There was a bear sighting," I explained. "You have thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from—and that's what you pick? That same bullshit happens every da...

Jess is about to start yoga class, accepting that her favourite student won’t show up again, when Stella walks in at last. ‘Stella, put your mat down and get ready. You’re late and we were about to start,’ she shouts with a half-angry voice that can’t fully hide her inner excitement to see her again after all these weeks. Stella has been a long-time participant in her classes, and although their contact is mostly limited...

The clock at the front of the room read 11:48. Fuck, this felt too risky. What had I been thinking?? I hadn’t really, at least not with my brain. It seemed like such a good idea last week. A true inspiration. I had been looking forward to this moment since the moment I walked out of the studio last week. But now? It felt fucking stupid and ridiculous. And uncomfortable. I shifted on the yoga mat, trying to surreptitiously...

My wife had been having yoga lessons at home since June with a very handsome hippy type guy. The lessons always followed the same routine. One hour, the instructor sat in one corner of our living room almost like a statue, chanting out instructions of what my wife should do. Pleasant yoga type music in the background and incense burning. He never moved, he just sat there, watching. In early July the yoga instructor announ...

Clara moved through her yoga poses gracefully, her body glistening with sweat as she breathed deeply. She had no idea that her roommate Emily was watching her from behind the slightly ajar door, hidden in the shadows. Emily's breaths were shallow and fast as she watched Clara's every move, her fingers teasing her clit in time with Clara's breaths. Clara shifted into a downward dog pose, her yoga pants stretching taut agai...

I followed Martina into the living room of her small basement flat. "Take a seat," she said. "Be with you in mo."  She flung her gym bag in the corner and disappeared though a bead curtain into the next room, apparently the bedroom. I caught a glimpse of an unmade bed, clothes on the floor. The living room was no better: books, magazines and clothes lay about on every available surface. There was a tennis racket lying on...

I slipped into the room a little earlier, wanting to acclimatise a little on my mat before the class started. Sitting in a lotus position, I discreetly watched the other people come into the space and find a spot. A tanned man came in. Greying, wearing only shorts, casually showing off his shirtless body that was in very good shape. I smiled to myself when he rolled out his mat beside mine, looking forward to enjoying som...

Her downward dog was perfection, day after day of watching her move her lithe, tight, slight body Her kapalbhati was seduction, day after day watching her chest expanding and contracting to breathing, her breasts heaving Her cat pose was an alluring watching her on all fours, move her spine up and down The mat collecting sweat, the room filled with the exhalation, joining, merging, mind control Her smile inviting the word...

University was finally over after three long years of near-constant study with holidays devoted to internships. It was hard coming from a high-achieving family; targets were high, expectations even higher and failure unheard of. It was even harder when you’re the youngest and just not as academically gifted as your older siblings. I have a brother and a sister. Eric is an ophthalmic surgeon, a real high flyer. Daisy, the...

Conventional wisdom would say that hedonistic entertainment is hard to come by living in a small town like where I reside in Georgia, but I have been blessed with unusual opportunities to enjoy a full and rich sexual life here. And since I live in a small town, I have changed many of the names for purposes of this story. My name is Mike, and I’m twenty-two years old and living with my sister, Spence, who is twenty-three y...