My Sexy Yoga Pose
“Get on your hands and knees!”
When you gave the order, without delay I quickly dropped down into the thick carpet. My body complied willingly to its craving for your dominance. My strong-willed mind bent, knowing only you could make me want to submit. It was visceral.
Just then, realizing I’d held my breath, an awkward inhale happened while trying not to wiggle. See, when I’m turned on, my body has to move and I wasn’t sure I wanted you to know that quite yet.
“Now, arch your back and stick out your bottom.”
I could feel my southern lips begin to pulsate. The next breath that came out felt restrained as an erotic twinge escaped and then a squirm. So much for the holdout… Did someone turn the heat up? Standing over me, I could tell you were taking great pleasure in my obedience.
Catching me off guard from behind, you landed a few unexpected smacks on each cheek. Startled, my body tensed for a moment as it took the thuds on my still covered ass. You knew the warmth beginning to radiate from my backside would happily start my engine running.
Leaning in closer, you began examining my cat-cow yoga pose. Was my back arched enough? Were my arms strong and straight? Was my bottom out and available? Yes, of course they were.
My jaw clenched as you slowly knelt down beside me. Your closeness accentuated the blood pounding through my veins. No one else had ever made me feel that way. It was true, only you had the power to make me want to do…well, anything.
Then, in my ear, the soft, sexy whispering began.
“I’m going to strip you slowly and watch you squirm even more. Then I’m going to do things to your body. Things I’ve only dreamt about.”
Shivering, I listened intently. Your words and direct tone combined made my pussy pucker with anticipation and unleashed the wiggling completely. I wondered what your hands would feel like undressing me one garment at a time. And how I would feel when you saw and touched me.
Both of our thoughts, desires and actions made up this unique moment. Nearly breathless, you inched closer to me. So close, that the heat exuding from our bodies began to commingle.
The direct correlation between your deep, thick voice and the slipperiness manifesting between my legs was unmistakable. What would it feel like being naked on my hands and knees for your pleasure?
I wondered if you realized what effect you had on my mind and in my body. Would surrendering completely take us to a new level of excitement and pleasure? There really was no point in wondering because once stripped, we were both going to find out. This growing level of excitement was providing me with an out of body experience.
Unlike the startling slaps from minutes earlier, your fingers gently landed on my lower back. Along with your eyes, they lightly surveyed my entire outline with deliberate intention. It felt like you were assessing the terrain for how best to uncover its treasure. As though in a trance, my eyes closed.
“Come up to your knees. It’s time to rid you of your clothing.”
Opening my eyes slightly so as not to compromise my balance, I raised up as directed. Reaching towards me, your fingers began unbuttoning my shirt from collarbone to waist. Vibrating, I felt sparks escaping your fingertips. My nipples stood up.
“Look me directly in the eyes.”
My head lifted and my eyes locked onto yours. The intensity between us seared through me and touched my heart. Lost in that unexpected moment we both paused to catch our breath.
Then your eyes dropped as you watched my shirt slide down my arms. I could feel your stare as my black lace bra was revealed. Your face, near mine caused my arousal scale to surge. Instinctually, I almost looked away. But I didn’t. The discomfort was strangely welcomed.
Both breathless, you continued to unbutton, then unzip and slid my pants down. I helped you remove them and then was ordered, in my bra and panties to return to your chosen pose.
Being almost completely exposed made the surface of my skin feel chilled while underneath a boiling was amiss. My craving for you to swallow me whole right then and there filled my mind: Please take me now. You paused. I slumped.
“Assume the proper alignment in your pose.”
Uh-oh, my bottom wasn’t out far enough. Before I had completed that thought, you were already spanking my bottom. This time uncovered, it stung and jiggled my whole body as sounds erupted from my open, panting mouth. My pussy was growing juicer with every hit, and my mind was blinded by the physical attention I was receiving.
Our sounds together must have awakened “your inner beast.” So much so that with focused deliberation, while still dressed and on your knees, you maneuvered behind me and began driving your way between my legs. With thighs open and my lace panties still on, you pushed your covered erect maleness snug up against me as though to see if we fit.