Breathe - Sex Stories

Breathe

... the various positions. She was still quite impressed by how well he had taken to yoga. He lacked her flexibility, plus his bulky musculature presented some obstacles that her sleeker frame didn’t have to contend with. Yet he had a strong core and sense of balance. The poses he managed were powerful and solid, as impressive and as handsome as the man himself. Still, she watched him carefully, as well, as the bird regards the cat below its nest. Tyrone never did or said anything overt that gave her reason to be wary, but there was something fierce in his eyes and the tone of his voice. The man was always “on”. Whether it was residuals from his work life or his personality in general, he was a force, stern and raw. She also found it was something to admire, in many ways, and surprisingly tempting. Jenna blinked and gave her head a subtle shake to bring her back from her thoughts. She said, “Your form is good, Tyrone. Control your breaths.” Tyrone stood on his toes, chest forward, hands down by his waist, palms open. He squared his jaw and grimaced. “Always with the breathing,” he muttered. “Let it guide your body,” she assured him. Tyrone dropped to his heels and sighed. “Not blowing you off,” he said, “Pissed about myself.” He shook his head at the floor then looked toward Jenna. Her expression was, as usual, one of quiet encouragement. “Let’s reset?” she said. “Whichever rest position you’re comfortable with.” While Tyrone sat down in a crossed-leg position, Jenna settled ...

... onto her knees and then bowed down into the child’s pose: face close to the floor, arms stretched out over her head. It inadvertently elicited a telling grin on Tyrone’s lips, seeing her bent over before him. Every minute they were together, he felt more and more sharply focused on her. Jenna closed her eyes and breathed, centering herself as best she could. That encroaching vibe still persisted, embracing her. Despite telling herself not to look, she raised her head and peeked. Tyrone sat in front of her, upright and strong. His eyes lingered steadily upon her. Through a curl in his mouth he said, “You look flushed.” Jenna stiffened. “Hmm?” “Not like you,” he continued, “You’re usually fresh as a daisy by the end of these sessions.” She moved to a kneeling position, thinking for a moment, measuring her reply. “I must have some excess energy today.” Tyrone smiled. “Want to burn it off?” She cocked her head. “Show me," he said. “What would you do if I weren’t around holding you back?” Jenna turned her head aside and grinned. “You’re not holding me back.” “Come on, Jenna,” he said, “show me what you got.” She chuckled. “I forgot. You’re ‘bashful’,” he said. As she looked back at him, she said, “It’s not that…” “Then show me,” Tyrone said. Jenna paused. A commanding tone had slipped into his voice. It punctuated his unexpectedly simmering gaze. Tyrone sat stone-faced. He also realized he had let a bit of ‘The Bull’ bust against the cage just then, yet he wasn’t going to turn tail. ...