Yoga Footjob Novels & Stories

[Which type is my roommate using? [Based on the photos you sent, she used a shoe array to perform the Guiding Ritual. This is the first step of the Guiding Ritual. The tips of the shoes are pointed inward to form the array to guide the way for some entities. But it’s just pointing them in the right direction. She needs to perform other rituals to summon this entity.] The more I read, the more my skin crawled. [Usually, those who need guidance are some unique entities. They don’t have a set movement pattern, and they need people to guide their way.]

MY YOGA INSTRUCTOR’S COCK1 I never expected yoga to ruin me for anyone else. My name is Alex. Twenty-two, lean from years of running but tight in all the wrong places, shoulders hunched from desk work, hips locked, lower back a knot of stress. I joined the 7 PM Hot Power Vinyasa class at the downtown studio because my roommate swore by it. The instructor’s name on the schedule was Kai Rivera. That was all the warning I got.

“Victor’s daughter, right? Damn, that pregnancy looks good on you. Let’s start with some stretches.” It turned filthy immediately. They made Mom and me do “downward dog” on the mats. Skirts flipped up, asses and plugged holes completely exposed. Jax walked around and spanked us hard while the men watched. Dad hit the remote and the vibes went crazy inside me. I moaned loud, my pregnant belly hanging low, milk leaking from my nipples onto the mat. “Spread wider, pregnant whore,” Jax ordered. He yanked my plug out and shoved his thick cock straight into my ass while I held the pose. The men cheered. One by one they took turns fucking us in different yoga positions.

Fifi sighed, “You should be meditating.” Yuna frowned, “Meditating? Like what people do when they do yoga?” Fifi had no clue what the term ‘yoga’ meant. She asked, “Huh? Yoga? What’s that?” Yuna tried to explain, “You know the thing that people do for exercise. They do a bunch of stretches. Kind of like this.” Yuna did a downward dog and went into a cat pose.

My other arm was stretched out to the side, providing balance and stability. I was attempting to master the "One-Legged King Pigeon Pose", a complex yoga pose that required strength, flexibility, and focus. Yoga was one of my go-to activities to clear my mind and unwind, but tonight, it wasn't working its magic. The memories of what I had witnessed a few hours ago lingered, refusing to be pushed aside. Rage simmered beneath my skin as I recalled Jayce's words: "I'm fucking straight." What a blatant lie.

It's a long shot, but anything is worth a try. A few minutes later, Boot joins me. If I thought standing on a half-ball was torture, it's nothing compared to jumping rope, pushing a sled contraption filled with weights, and doing knee dips back on the half-ball. Jump roping is the first disaster of the morning and no amount of complaining has Boot letting up. Che remains giggle-free, which is a miracle. The sled contraption is the biggest torture because I'm out of breath and ready to kill Boot after each push from one end of the room to the other, and the knee dips are worse because I fall each time I try and that's while holding onto his shoulder and a strap. The strap is to help with my b

He wanted me to come over later that night, no demanded me to. "Nice," Jackie cooed as I stood up. "He texted you?" "You're so damn nosy." I popped her in the stomach softly and turned to face the instructor as the class started. Maybe yoga wasn't such a good idea. What if things went well with Kendal? I'd end up in his bed, sore as hell from a class I never wanted to go to in the first place. "And breathe in deeply and lift up on your toes, stretching your fingers to the sky. Think of yourself as a tree, sway in the wind," the instructor called from the front of the classroom.

Lucy said with a smile “We are going to literally learn what it is like to feel magic from the ground up. Shoes and socks off ladies. Stand up.” Everyone did as Lucy instructed then stood in the kitchen barefoot facing each other. “Have any of you done yoga before?” she asked. Both the other women nodded. “Okay we are going to start a bit like that. Feet apart to give you a bit of balance, hands on your hips and close your eyes. Take deep breaths in, from as deep as you can. When you take a breath in I want you to picture strings of energy coming from the ground to reach your feet, then with each breath, picture the energy being pulled up through your feet and into your legs. Begin”

I was lying, but seeing how happy it makes her, I guess I’ll have to do yoga now. “I have the best hubby in the world. Keep practicing. I’m heading out. I’ll call you when we’re wrapping up later.” I kiss her again. “See you later.” Once she is gone, I attempt to move. The pain now feels sharp and more intense. I think I made it worse. Okay, let’s see if those moves will make it better. I go back to the second move, figure 8. Crossing my legs, I wince at the pain, turning my head and breathing deeply as I count down the minute in my head. I finish and repeat the process on the other leg, looking toward her desk. I count down when my eyes catch something silver under her desk. It looks like a

"I don't want to deal with this right now. It's early, and I'm trying to get used to doing my yoga on Saturday so come back to me in two hours when I'm in my working mode, okay?" The smirk on his face is almost challenging, like he enjoys seeing me angry with him and wants to provoke me further. After staring at him for a good thirty seconds, I give up and turn around to resume my yoga session as if he isn't behind me, watching. I lift my left foot and press it against my inner thigh while balancing on my right leg with my hands together by my heart. Tree Pose. Eventually the thought of him still here seems to eat at me. God, I'm weaker than I think.