I went to hot yoga this morning. Some of you may have read my past accounts of yoga, I am not really a yoga kind of girl, but I am really making an effort to make this practice work for me. Stay focused, concentrate, and work every pose to my best ability. My main problem is my mind. I am drifter, always have been. I have, for the most part, gotten in control of the outside forces. You know…by not bringing everything from the outside world into the yoga room, but once in awhile I still catch myself thinking about other things, mostly sexual (no surprise). My problem now is the inside forces of the room. Namely Ashley (a reoccurring problem). She has not been there in awhile, which is why I have been doing so good, all my focus has been on Yoga (or hot surfer boy Peter, but I can pull my mind away from him). But Ashley, she fucks with me in the best, worst possible way.
She was late today, so I could not help but notice her enter the room (of course I could not have helped even if she was on time). Everything about her drives me absolutely nuts, the sound of voice, that youthful innocence she still holds. I want to break her. I want to do absolutely–humiliating, degrading, sensual, love her, fuck with her, spank her (hard with various object), kind of things. Today she was in all black, the smallest tightest, up her ass and cunt shorts, with rip in the crotch (fucking bloody hell), and an equally as small sports bra with her nipples pointing right at me. God damn her body, she is probably 5’5”, voluptuous, not overly skinny in any way, her thighs are like solid mass of flesh, strong, muscular, tanned, dipping down to her shapely calves and into delicate perfect hot pink toes. Her ass, like two pieces of ripe fruit ready for my succulent bite, handling and abuse. Her belly, soft and firm at once, like the softest pillow you ever took a nap on, decorated with a hanging rhinestone charmed belly button ring, trashy and hot, and it all moves up to her hourglass shape (hot bitch). I can only imagine her pussy, and I do—way too much, it is probably waxed to perfection, with nice sized, full, triangle soul patch, sweet, plump pussy. Her breast, oh my gawd, I want to slam my head into the desk thinking about them. Big, but not huge, I am sure they are tanned too, probably with brownish nipples, of medium size. I want pinch them so hard she yelps and squirms. She wears her hair bunched in a messy bun on top of her head, ringlets falling and framing her face, which has timeless look, it’s not perfect, her nose is off, I love it. I love a distinct nose, on men I love the broken nose look, on women, well–I like Ashley’s.
I want to persuade her to my place, and then lock her away and make her mine. I want her to clean my apartment, do my laundry; if I had a cat she would definitely
be cleaning out the litter box, all of this in very little clothing. I want make her do horrible dirty things. Dress her in ridiculously hot confining fuck wear. I want to tie her eagle spread to my bed so I can taste how sweet her pussy really is. I want see what she look like when she cums. I want to take pictures of her in all her forms, high, low, humiliated, cumming, her head between my thighs, her own fingers in her cunt, you name I need a photograph of it. I want her to plead for me to smack her ass. I want to strap a collar on her perfect long neck and naked body and then make her kneel Japanese style for hours on the hardwood floor, just for my viewing pleasure. When I am bored of that position I will have her get on all fours, ass up head down to the floor. And of course that would make me want to fuck her, so I would have to dig out the strap on, which I have only used on those oh so special bend over boyfriend, but I want fuck fuck fuck Ashely, until we both see those stars. I want to slide my fingers into her, feel the way her flesh surrounds me, I want her to cum all over my hand, like a slut that never thought she would cum be means of another woman. I want to feel her tongue lap at my pussy, she will have no choice but to make me cum, but I think she will want to, especially after I have fucked and made her cum so well. She will in it covered in my soak. She will be begging to allow her to make me cum.
Fucking Ashley. God Damn it!


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just saw your tumblr post about Ashley looking like Faye Reagan. Which now makes this story even hotter than it already was. Holy fuck- you poor thing, how did you get any yoga done at all?
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It’s all true. And oh so visual. Brilliant writing from a brilliant author.
When is the book coming out?