The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 74: The Yoga Teacher - Sex Stories

The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 74: The Yoga Teacher

Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-73”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… I have never understood people’s fascination with yoga. Give me a choice between trying to bend by body in ways it was not meant to in a room filled with sweaty people or going for a relaxing run in the fresh air and I will pick the ladder each and every time. Then again, that could be because running always helps me relax and gives my usually busy mind a break. But this fantasy is not about running and if you think it is, I recommend going back to the start and reading the title again. Given what I just said, you are probably wondering how I could possibly have ended up attending a yoga class. The simple answer is: My friend convinced me to accompany ...

... her. She insisted it was for moral support, but I had the nagging feeling she just wanted to see me rage at the impossible positions the teacher would demand of us. By the time we arrived, my mind was already made up. I would hate every second of my first yoga class and nothing anyone said or did would change that. But my plan came crashing down around me as soon as I laid eyes on the teacher. This was a beginner class and I expected some overweight soccer mom or some effeminate gay guy. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against gay people—after all, I am a lesbian—but I just cannot stand those homosexuals that act more like a woman that most women. Each time they speak in that fake, high-pitched voice of theirs, I just feel like punching them in the… But I am getting off track. The teacher was the typical yoga instructor you see in pornos. A hot, young woman with the body of a goddess. And since she taught yoga, I could only imagine how flexible she was. And given my track record, my imagination would soon come into play. “Maybe this won’t be so bad after all,” I thought. Luckily, my friend did not notice the smile that had curled my lips as we picked our spots. Lucky for me, we had arrived moments before the class was scheduled to begin and the only spots left were in front of the class—this was a beginner class, remember? “Welcome,” said the hot teacher. As if being one of the hottest women I had ever seen was not enough, she also had the voice of an angel. An angel I ...