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?
Excerpt
"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.
“Okay.”
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.
One…
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.
Two…
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.
Three…
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 –
Four…!
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.
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Thanks for having me on here, Nicole!
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