LIII/43
When I teach Yoga I often get into a naughty mood. It is a mood in which I am not satisfied to just arouse a self-erotic state in my students, as is normal to happen in Yoga as you become aware and in control of every part of your body. This is just normal, without any tweaks. For instance, when pressing and compacting the groin and pelvic muscles towards the floor, in woman and men, you do create a special state (the penis swells, the vulva expands), connected with the feeling of stretching the fingers and lifting your toes. All together they create this sense of complete body control: you can push, feel, relax any corner of your body at will; then, often, your nipples will harden, your clitoris stir, and you glans enlarge. One important tweak in this basic sitting pose, if the mood is to elevate arousal, would be to start deer pose, where in effect the full contact of hands and genitals, and regular tightening of the muscles around the anus creates a new way of energy from its epicenter up through the spine to the crown of the head. But I was in the mood for something that would, with no preambles, put my students in close contact with each other. So the first 20 minutes of the class was about checking if I could make good matches. Not all couples would end up in close contact; only two or three would show physically the will to go further and join together their bodies. What those very aroused partners would do after was a mystery. They might go and shower together, they might leave to a more private place, they might just part ways, or, they might decide to stay in the room and act on that built-up sexual energy. They would usually stay in the room after class and I would close the door behind me, or if it seemed appropriate, or tempting, I would stay in the room. I would not have a partner during the main session, but occasionally, if there is an uneven number, I would select that one student to partner with. Oddly enough, I find that I vary a lot in the student type choosing from the whole range, black, white, man, woman, trans, thin, plump, overweight... Cindy had been one of those a couple of times, she was attractive and seemed serene with the Yoga in all its aspects, that is a normalcy at performing it alone or in couples. But since I was already thinking seriously about her I never jeopardized the partnership by pushing it. When two bodies are so close, a matter of inches, flesh contact is a real option. If anything, it is Cindy that pushes the envelope forward. It is her that gets closer, who yearns for that contact that will multiply the pleasure (I have seen her with other women and men). I has happened three or four times; in these, and even in others with less closeness, I react, mentally and "groinnily", if you wish, with the growth of my cock under my tight leggings. Does she notice? Of course she does. She keeps calm, she observes, she does not mind; I wish to think she appreciates it. But it is not here that I will act. Today Cindy is here. I have observed the yogis and yoginis and try to match them. Cindy will be mine, she knows as well as I. Yogis and yoginis in my class know couplings could happen; they know they are not regular. All are open to them, if it happens. I count. Uneven. Good. I will pair with who you know. There are few yogis today; two seem to be a fit, while the other will go fit with yoginis. Most of couples are women. As we stand up after our long intro they sense what is coming. I hear a short sight of expectation all around. I start walking around joining these pairs and I create this scape of double human columns. They start back to back, separated by a couple of feet. So they really have a visual contact with one "column" of the next couple. Any inkling of arousal with that other "column" is futile; they will need those feelings, which will surely develop soon enough, to share with their own "column", waiting to their back. I tell them to close their eyes and radiate the long arms with stretched hands with far reaching fingers around their body, up down, left, right, forward, and back, lifting their toes for the energy to start right from the bottom, to increase that energy with a good clenching of the groin muscles, stirring their attached sex, perhaps lengthening it be it penis or clitoris, creating their space. First an exclusive physical space with a good deal of self-arousal, and then, later on, allowing the partners to join their spaces and their erotic energy, if they feel like it. Again, while I could be paired with someone, I would often leave her or him alone --Cindy today- so that I can hover around providing personal instructions to the couples (she would not get much of an erotic experience with me... unless, in rare occasions, after class we explored further on... but today not with Cindy). Not every couple will finish in a close encounter; some couples will not show the body language that would make me approach them and ask them to actually get closer. How could I tell? I could sense the state of their possible attraction by the expanse of the limbs and hands, the direction of the pelvis, pushing towards the partner, where their groins seek closeness little by little. And, of course, their gaze. Are they attentive to each other's gaze? Does observing the partner's eyes incense their arousal? (not their tits, cock, vulva or ass) Do they seem mesmerized by their gaze? Everyone can tell that locking into the eyes of another person is no easy task. So in those few cases I tell them to approach (say two or three in a class of a dozen couples; the others will just finish up close). We are way in the session. They have turned around and are now facing their own partner, the one with which any erotic encounter could happen (at least in class). They are in mountain pose, standing up; arms open to the side, lifting toes, four feet apart; first gaze, an easier one. Look into your partner's eyes! Arms forward, they softly hold each other's forearms. No grabbing, just a soft touch. Gaze! First physical contact: some trepidation, some electricity between them, an initial spark; perhaps nothing. I can tell. Back to mountain. I softly ask some couples get a foot closer. Gaze locked everyone. We go into triangle, I am with Cindy again: we open our legs, stretch our arms long (Keep your gaze locked, I remind them), point one foot outwards mirroring each other, and let's slide our arms in the same direction, one left, another right, and we dive for the hand to reach calve, foot or floor. Keep your gaze. The natural tendency in triangle is to push your hips forward: seeking stability and now also to join your groin with your partner's. The couples in which both show that thrust will go further. Sometimes only one does, while the other might actually back her or his groin. No go. It is quite something to see the few the paired bodies arching from the groin trying to reach each other, keeping their gaze locked. They are still far away; they will get closer. We return to mountain and a little tap on their shoulder will signal them to move one step closer. So they were all four feet apart at the start at mountain, some went into triangle at two feet apart, and now, those aroused few, are inches apart. The other couples know why they are not that close; they might be gazing each other's parts, unreciprocated, but with more lust than shared erotic arousal. Some partners, feeling uncomfortable at the other's gaze, just sit down, meditate, and calm down. It's fine; one has to discriminate among erotic feelings. For the aroused few there will be contact as they come back into triangle, at the opposite side. The most subtle push forward of the hips allows the first touching of their groins: encounters of vulva against vulva, penis joining penis, penis encountering vulva. And that is just the start because, in triangle, at this arousal state, with gazes still locked in, the move of the hips forward is reflexive. Now they are really pressed against each other, a good kiss of the groins. Those three couples are really into it; the others watch in awe, silently. Women, be it with vulva or penis --women like me-, tend to push further: ones pushing their vulvas together so that the labia majora embrace the labia minora, and labia minora hug the hood and stimulate the clitoris inside. The others, pushing their penises to mold with vulvas --or other penises. Their mouths and eyes might tell the level of arousal rising from that coupling. For men, the shaft of their penis tend to be engrossed well before this last stage, so that the slightest first touch between their shafts, with hardly any push of the hips (sometimes penises are not aligned and they will stay that way) launches a strong enlargement of them. A mixed couple will often excel at the hip pushing, creating two large arched bodies joined at the groins. Remember they are still in triangle so that body stability is key amidst the no-hands erotic coupling: but we will find that both can use their bodies to enhance stability and arousal. At this point I am back with Cindy. I am slightly enlarged but soft so my penis is flattened under the tight legging; I push. She is swollen, I can tell, and she pushes more, aiming at fitting my shaft into the divide between her lips and pushes against her clit. Her hips grind forward, up and down, and I panic. I backtrack. Come back to sitting pose all. And the couplings are undone. Cindy is disappointed. Class is over and I really do not care what happens, today, with the couples that finished well compenetrated. I am too horny but happy that I did not cross the line with Cindy. I retreat to my room and my private shower where I masturbate furiously at the thought of our naked groins pressing against each other with my free, harder cock with swollen glans pressing against Cindy's clit; and the drenched in our flowing juices sliding down to find its way inside her. I come with heavy ropes of white semen flying around.
PS 17. I want a real one, she says. I agree that it would be good. We both want a real vulva to play with, a real woman to be part of our queer lesbian coupling. She has to like the idea of being with two women, one with a cock, she says. We will seek. We do not know really how. I suggest a bar, where we both can show ourselves. I know she will put me all pretty for that night.