1. Yoga Pants


    Date: 10/5/2014, Categories: BDSM, Mature, Author: g728859, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    The practice of yoga is known to raise to the surface thoughts and emotions we may consciously or subconsciously bury. This is why at the end of class, our instructor makes pen and paper available to write what's on our mind. Feeling fully relaxed after savasana, I slowly crawl over to the center of the room where the paper is spread out on the floor. I lay on my stomach to write a few thoughts down. Most everyone has already rolled up their mats and left the room. I notice you are still sitting on your mat with your legs crossed and eyes closed breathing deeply. My pen moves smoothly without hesitation across the page. My emotions taking written form. The sense of being watched pulls me out of my thoughts. I pause but don't move. As we are the only two remaining in this room, I know your eyes are no longer closed and you are now staring at me. Your gaze moves slowly up my thighs and to my round buttocks. I gently press the top of my feet into the floor flexing my hamstrings. You remain still, absorbing the sight of the afternoon light highlighting the rise and fall of my silhouette. I spread my legs partially, bend them at the knees and cross my ankles. I remind myself to continue to breathe deeply as the excitement of being watched intensifies. Lowering my feet back to the ground, I gently adjusting my tush, the seam of my yoga pants sliding across my clit bringing my attention to my pussy. I close my eyes and imagine you running your hand up my thighs. I savor the idea and ...
    lose myself in thought. Ripped out of my daydream, I feel your gentle touch on both my calves. My eyes shoot open and my heart skips a beat. I realize that you are kneeling between my legs. Slowly, your fingers slide up. I don't react. Your hands now at the base of my ass, thumbs meeting between my legs working my pussy in small circles. Noticing that I have been holding my breath, I let out a soft moan. You explore further sliding your thumbs between my cheeks and squeezing my butt. I arch my back and readjust feeling my pussy tingling with excitement. "Keep writing," you say. "Don't concern yourself with what I'm doing. I will do as I please and leave like it never happened. And you, my dear, will enjoy every moment." "Yes, Sir." I respond looking back down on my paper. You peel off my pants leaving my lace thong on. Your hands caress my naked skin forcing my mind to draw a blank. I close my eyes shunning out sight to focus on your touch. Smack! I inhale rapidly. Ouch, that actually hurt! My skin stinging below your hand which is now soothing the injured skin. Smack! I whimper. "I said write!" My pen makes contact with the page again and I start writing. A candle flickering next to me. Your touch smooth but hungry. You lift my shirt exposing my breasts and intentionally brush against my nipples making me shiver in pleasure. Your hands explore every inch of my body. I continue to write, struggling to focus. By the time you slide my thong to the side, I'm soaking wet. I have ...
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