“Oh my…  That feels…  Oh daddy.”  I gripped the curtain rod, holding my balance as my knees went weak with his touch.  His tongue caressed the folds and sent electricity through me.

“Don’t stop,” I panted.

“Didn’t plan to,” he said between licks.

In the next instant he had pulled me down onto his face, my thighs straddling him there.  And my knees barely capable of holding my shivering body.  I gripped him by his full head of hair and pulled him sideways until he was flat on the cushions.  I directed his face up while arranging my knees around him.

“Is this what you want?”  I teased him with my pussy, waving myself just out of the reach of his eager tongue.  “Do you want to suck my tight little pussy?  Do you want to taste me?”

I felt a sense of power as I watched his eyes grow wide.  I had never spoken to him this way; I had never been so bold.  He had always taken control and I had always played the innocent.  But I felt powerful now.

“Yes baby, I want a taste,” he grunted, exasperated.

“Beg me for it.  Beg me to sit on your face.  Tell me what you want.”

“Please, please, baby, sit on my face!”  His eyes were desperate and his arms pulled at my hips.  I didn’t budge, my knees holding me firmly above him.

“Beg me to let you lick my asshole,” I continued.

“Oh god,” he moaned, overwhelmed by the dirty words coming out of his innocent little girl.  “I am begging you.  Let me suck you and lick you. And please, let me fuck you.”

I spread my knees wide and let my pussy fall onto his face.  Spreading my cheeks wide and sliding myself back and forth upon him.  I felt him pulling back and I heard him gasping for breath as I nearly smothered him.

“More!” he choked.

I glanced back to see his cock standing straight up, rock hard and ready.  I felt his tongue slide up and down my sensitive flesh and I moaned heavily.  I had never been in control and I was enjoying the power.  His tongue darted in and out of me, driving me wild, making me squirm.

“Oh daddy, just like that, make me cum daddy.”  His grip on my thighs intensified, pulling me down harder and he read my body, making me pant harder, closer to release.  Just as I was about to explode he lifted me into the air above him and took one last lick at the flesh of my ass-crack.

'He is going to punish me with his big cock now!' I thought eagerly.  I wanted him inside of my pussy.  I wanted him to pound me hard until he came inside of me.

“Fuck me hard, Jonathan,” I encouraged him as his hands brought my body down over his thick cock.  But then, his cock didn’t find it’s way to where I expected.  He held me over him, his cock threatening the tight ring of flesh.  Slowly he began to lower me while his eyes burned into mine.  I could feel the head of his cock pressing hard against my bum.

“Relax baby, I promise you are going to enjoy this.”

“I…  I am not sure…”  I said hesitating, fearfully even.

“Trust me baby, if you can take my cock in your pussy, you can take it in your ass.”

I took a deep breath and followed his commands, relaxing as he pressed harder.  I felt him slowly spreading me, my tight flesh surprisingly sensitive as his thick cock opened me.

“Slow baby, slow!”  I squeaked.

“Let go.  Just open up for daddy.”

I wanted to please him as much as ever, and as our eyes never left one another he slowly slid me down and around his massive rod.  It was an intensity like none other, and I sat still for a moment as my body accommodated him.  Slowly I began to work my hips.  Up and down I slid on his rod.

“Oh fuck you are so deep inside of me,” I said in a hoarse whisper as I slid back down his shaft.

Soon the momentum grew and I began working faster.  He had been still, allowing me to warm up to the feeling.

“Fuck me in my ass,” I encouraged him.  “Fuck me hard in my ass!”

His lips turned up into a grin and he plowed his hips hard into me.  I gasped, knowing that I never wanted this to end.  The passion, the lust, the thrill of being his girl, it was more than I could have dreamed of.

Later that night Jonathan came to me.  His face wore a pensive expression.  Clearly, he had something on his mind.  “Kirsten, I need to talk to you,” he said gently.

“What is it?"  I asked, a knot forming in my growing belly.  Something was wrong, I could feel it, something just wasn’t right.

“It’s this whole situation.  Your belly is getting big, and I know that you won’t be able to hide it for long.  People are starting to talk, and your mother…  If she doesn’t suspect something already, she will soon.”

I held my belly, suddenly scared for the tiny life that was growing within me.

“But I…  I love you,” I half whimpered, afraid of what I was going to do.  Twenty, pregnant, and soon it seemed, without a job or home.    Tears welled in my eyes.  This was the end.  I knew it would come, it was too good to be true.  I had been reluctant to let myself fall for him, but I had.  I had fallen in love, entirely, and without regrets.  I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of fear.

But shockingly Jonathan dropped to one knee in front of me.  His eyes looked up at mine with passion.

“I have wanted to do this for so long.  The divorce is final, Kirsten.”  He pulled a small box from his jacket pocket and held it out to me, opening it and revealing a gorgeous diamond ring.  “Kirsten…  Say you will be mine.  Forever.  Tell me that you’ll marry me.”

I nearly choked on the tears that streamed down my face.  It was happening, all of my dreams, coming true.  He had asked me to marry him.  Every fairy tale I had ever read hadn’t prepared me for what I was feeling.  He would be mine.  Forever and ever!

“Yes, I will marry you Jonathan!  Of course I will!  I love you!”

He slid the ring onto my finger.  Our lips met in love and in lust and I knew that everything was going to be all right.  He was mine, and I was his…  Forever.

Hot Flow

“A little deeper, Sarah,” Brian instructed as he gently guided me into Warrior II.  He lightly traced his fingers along the inside of my thigh and knee.  “That’s it, open your knee to open your hips.  There you go.  Don't forget to breathe.”

I felt my body respond to his touch, even though I knew it was wrong.  I bit my lip as I watched him return to the front of the class.  He was my step brother, and therefore off-limits, but goddamn him for being the sexiest male yoga instructor in the city.

"Okay, let’s set up for handstand now.  If you aren't ready for handstand today, that's fine, listen to your body.  First I'll demonstrate the full pose, and then I'll give some modifications for those of you who can't quite access it yet.” Brian spoke with a deep, soft voice as he described exactly how to approach the pose, placing his hands on the mat while beginning to shift his weight forward.

His body moved with such effortless ease and fluidity, it seemed as if he required no strength whatsoever.  His arms flexed as his body slowly unfolded to a perfectly balanced, perfectly symmetrical handstand.

“Remember that the key to this move is a strong core. Engage your Mula Bandha before you ever lift your feet off the ground.”

‘What the heck is my Mula Bandha?’ I wondered, as I waited for him to describe the beginner’s version.  It was my first yoga class and I didn't understand in the least what he was saying.  I simply mimicked what everyone else was doing.

I followed his instructions and wound up doing a pseudo-headstand with my feet struggling to get off the ground.

“Let me help you,” he said tenderly as he approached me from behind.  I felt my body tense as he lightly touched my hips.

“You need to engage your core here.”  His fingers gently pressed against the sensitive flesh between my navel and my sex.