Monday, September 3, 2012

Ashtanga Me, Baby

Some years ago I took up Ashtanga Yoga in the hope of relieving stress and aiding relaxation. Despite many afternoons spent in contortions followed by lying flat on the floor, all I achieved was a pair of wrenched shoulders, so I gave up after about six months. Since then, ashtanga has served only two purposes in my life: occasional relief of back pain, and inspiration for sexual positions.

Which, in turn, gave me the idea for my new short story Assume the Position.

There are a lot of yoga poses which would serve nicely, assuming you could actually hold them for long enough. Cat pose, for instance - on all fours with an arched back. Or downward dog - up on hands and feet with your arse in the air. Or the bridge, which I also encountered doing gymnastics as a child and which is hell to hold if you're not used to it. I suspect that most people who attempted oral sex during the bridge pose would fall on their head within seconds. But hey...

Besides, my character Elyse is a yoga fanatic. She can hold any position as long as she likes. And she's also both hot and gay, two factors which are irresistible to her freshly-dumped roommate Tamar. Add a side order of alcohol and a mostly empty sorority house, and...

...well, pick up a copy of Campus Sexploits 3 and you can find out for yourself!


Tamar Brennan is depressed. Instead of going to a party at Delta Phi with her girlfriend, she's freshly dumped and stuck indoors with only her roommate for company - her very hot, also gay roommate Elyse, on whom Tamar has been nursing a secret crush for months. Elyse has always kept their relationship strictly friends - apart from one drunken kiss which Tamar has never forgotten.

Alone in their room drinking wine, the conversation turns to Elyse's yoga training. The sight of Elyse's slender body moving through yoga poses is too exciting for Tamar to resist, and Elyse is willing... but can Tamar convince her to break her just-friends rule in the cold light of day?


"And then five seconds of downward dog." Keeping her palms flat on the floor, Elyse pushed her body upwards, lowering her head, legs close together and ass pointing straight at the ceiling.
Oh God.
Elyse’s jeans were impossibly tight, the red lace of Elyse's thong underwear exposed above the waistband, and Tamar gripped the edge of the bed as desire flooded through her body. Barely aware of what she was doing, she slid to the edge of the bed, staring greedily at Elyse’s denim-clad ass as she held the pose, three seconds, four seconds, five –
And then, unable to resist, she leaned forward and smacked one cheek.
Elyse let out an outraged squeal and dropped to her knees. She looked back over her shoulder at Tamar, dark tendrils of hair falling over her eyes, which had narrowed wickedly.
“Okay. Let’s see you do it then.”
A small part of Tamar’s alcohol-fogged brain suggested this was a bad idea in a short skirt, but Tamar found herself rolling off the bed join Elyse on the floor. Remembering what Elyse had done, she laid herself flat as Elyse sat up alongside her and watched, her skin tingling under her friend’s intent stare.
Elyse’s hand slid under her stomach, and Tamar suppressed a gasp.
“Now lift.”
Tamar pushed down with her hands and lifted, guided by Elyse’s hand, until her bottom was as high as it could go.
“Now hold. Five seconds.”
Tamar closed her eyes.
There was motion beside her, and she sensed that Elyse had stood up. A thrill ran over her skin as footsteps slowly moved to pause behind her.
Elyse was right behind her, and Tamar was suddenly conscious of her position; ass in the air, covered only by a short skirt and panties which were growing increasingly moist.
Her gut clenched at the picture she must be making. Elyse hadn’t moved, and she could hear short, staccato breaths behind her, which must mean that Elyse was –
Without warning, hands abruptly jerked to her bottom, pushing her skirt up over her hips, and before she could speak they had hooked into her panties and yanked them down to her knees.


Where else can you find Tanith? Facebook :: Twitter :: Blog

1 comment:

Tanith Davenport said...

Thanks for having me on here, Nicole!

Post a Comment