They say yoga makes people feel calm and relaxed, but for me it does the opposite – no matter how hard i fight it, it turns me on. There’s something about feeling every part of your body bend and stretch, in control of every taut muscle, luxuriating in a body I ignore most of the rest of the day at my desk job. At the end of every session I lay down on the mat on my back and the strangest thing happens. It’s like all the sensations built up over the hour gather down by belly and tingle in my pussy until I’m hot and starting to get wet. It takes a lot of mental energy not to squeeze my thighs together and snake my hand down into my tight yoga pants – especially in yoga classes, when a man with yoga-toned arms and a sweat-slick body is usually laying close enough to reach out and touch.