Yoga Footjob Novels & Stories

He bucked up to meet me, hands on my breasts again, pinching nipples as I rode hard, tits bouncing, the power shift making me clench tighter. "Like this? Missed me riding you?" I taunted through gasps, but tears streamed down my face, the intensity cracking me open. His face twisted in ecstasy, "Yes... fuck, yes," as I bounced faster, chasing another high, our bodies slick and sliding. But he wasn't passive for long. Grabbing my waist, he flipped us again, no, wait, he guided me into the next position, my flexibility from yoga classes coming in handy. "Touch your toes," he commanded, voice rough. I slid off him, turning away, bending at the waist, hands reaching for my toes, ass up and pussy

Even though it was night, the moonlight let me get a good look at him. “You're doing the stance wrong,” the young man said, and I put my foot on the floor. "You have to have your feet together, keep your spine straight, and then you're going to transfer your body weight to one foot to lift the other. The safe point is to put the sole of your foot on your thigh, but it's impossible to do that with the shoes you have on. You have to take your shoes off." I looked at the man dumbfounded. “Are you really correcting my posture?” I asked incredulously.

Would he like it? Damn, he would. What man in their right mind would resist this perfect temptation? I was finally going to get him. Lying in bed, I was busy practicing my poses as the woman in the tutorial had instructed. “Put your right hand on your hip… now arch your back slightly and let your eyes do the work.” I did as the woman instructed, and fuck, it felt so awkward. After many practices, I was finally ready. Then I heard footsteps from outside, so I quickly put on my robe, dimmed the light, and went into position.

“Now I want you to slowly lower your foot to the ground and twist into your warrior III pose again.” Yoga lady continued, clearly not sensing the tension in the roomZ I followed through with her instructions doing my best to breathe, not fall over, while ignoring Pierce’s eyes burning into me. Talk about tripling difficulty. “Derek, I didn’t think yoga instructor was in your job description when I hired you.” Pierce said calmly. “I didn’t think it was either, till Angie summoned me in here.”

Not only were their lower bodies pressed tightly together, but there were also poses where one person's face was level with the other's crotch. The moment I'd received these photos back then, I'd gone straight to Ava to confront her. She'd brushed me off. "That's just how partner yoga works. Can you stop being unreasonable? And you're a personal trainer. You touch your female clients all the time, too." I'd trembled with anger at how shameless she'd been and explained that what I did was normal, professional contact. She'd just rolled her eyes at me. "What I'm doing is normal contact, too. That's how partner yoga is practiced. You don't understand it, so stop trying to act like you're in cha

As his hands oiled her skin, Bobby recalled that this was not the first time Gina had given him a boner. He came home one afternoon after hitting the gym and came across some soft music playing in the patio that fronted their pool. When he peeked, he saw his mom with Gina bent on the floor in downward dog yoga position. He focused on the soft upraised round booty of Gina which was sheathed in light pink yoga pants. Her legs were parted at least half a meter apart and the crotch of the thin fabric outlined her sex. It reminded Bobby of the cotton-candy colored French macaroons that his girlfriend liked.

"Oh, wow, that is so hot," I whisper, my cheeks burning. The grumpy wolf warrior has the female face down on the bed, lifting her heavy hips high so her knees are off the mattress while he drives into her like a wild animal. "How can her body even take that much brute force without breaking?" It looks exactly like the downward dog yoga stretch. I am completely certain Theo has no idea he bought me a dirty book full of smut.

Her words dropped off at the end of her statement. "You're never too old." It was hard not to gather her close and promise to teach her himself. He stretched out on the couch and put his bare feet down near her lap. She wiggled over and placed them on her legs. She turned slightly toward him and began massaging his right foot. He knew he was probably drooling, but didn't care; her hands were magic. He liked to tease Matt with his foot fetish, but really he loved the feel of soft hands on his feet. Not that he didn't like soft hands on his cock, but this was different. It was a non-sexual act that turned him on quicker than almost anything else.

I told her, beckoning her to repeat what I did. Zenobia nodded in response and did the standing posture for a few seconds, but then her legs started shakingCalmeded down and inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Think of this as a yoga class and connect with your spirit," I told her, and I performed the exercise with her. I told her to "breathe out and in and make sure you remove all distractions from your mind and relax," and I looked at her. She was shaking and struggling with the position, so I moved closer and touched her shoulder as support. "If you are finding it difficult to do the posture, I want you to keep telling yourself that you can do it and remove the thought you can't get from your he

“Let me go. I’ll do it myself.” Maya raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my submission. She stepped forward, lifting her foot with exaggerated grace. “Good. Now, hurry up. Everyone’s watching.” The woman with the phone giggled, switching the live stream to focus on Maya’s polished shoe. As I leaned forward, anger boiled in my veins, and an idea struck me like lightning. Just as my lips were about to touch her shoe, I yanked my head back, stood up, and kicked her foot with all the strength I had.