Part I — She Bends, I Burn

Explicit. Lust-soaked. Sweat-dripping devotion.

You don’t ease into the flow.
You fuck your way into it.
Every pose—dripping, pulsing, begging to be held longer than necessary.
Your body doesn’t stretch.
It offers.

Malasana.
Legs open wide, hips sinking low.
You grind into the mat like you want it to make you come.
Your breath is ragged—
not from effort,
but from need.

Sweat rolls between your breasts,
slicking …