Yoga doesn’t stretch all the spots [FM]

Obligatory throwaway statement. My main account has too many 2xchromosome and feminism posts, may be when I’m brave enough, I’ll link them together.

Either way, I broke up with my boyfriend a several months ago because the chemistry just wasn’t right. I’ll occasionally see him at the same yoga studio.

I told my friends about this really cute guy, James, in my yoga class. For my birthday in early December, they bought me a skimpy yoga outfit. It sat in the back of my closet for some time, until one day I saw he was packing in his tight gym shorts. The outline got my mind churning.

That fateful moment changed my life. The next yoga class I wore my skimpy outfit, short tight spandex shorts and a revealing sports bra. I’m about 5’4″, big assed, on slim to average weight side, and have B-cups.

The attention I received next class really turned me on. I could tell the cute guy was looking my way.

I started to slowly escalate it by exaggerating my moments in a slutty ways. Stick out my ass here, seductively touch my body here, bite my lips occasionally. I would let the shorts ride up and not fix them..