“The Yoga Goddess.” MF, intense, sensual casual encounter. No incest, cheating, etc. Everyone 18+ and all consensual.

I have been attending classes at the Evolution Yoga Studio for about two months now. Yoga has become part of my lifestyle, for spiritual and physical purposes. I was initially nervous to feel embarrassed as a 32 year old guy attending yoga, but I have been pleasantly surprised by the welcome I’ve received. While I am no sculpture of David, I have gained confidence in my body. Especially my lower half, where my days spent playing baseball as a catcher still reveal some definition in my thighs and butt. My nervousness also extended to my mental and physical responses to seeing attractive women in skin tight clothing. Yoga has always been erotically charting for me, even when practicing by myself. Luckily, I have avoided any embarrassing signs of arousal so far.

My confidence grew, and two weeks ago I began attending hot yoga classes. With me being comfortable with my sexuality, seeking comfort in a hot room, and being a bit of an exhibitionist, I purchased a pair of skin tight yoga shorts that reached about halfway down my thighs. After a few classes, I noticed that as I became sweaty, the definition of my slightly semi-erect cock would clearly appear. No one seemed to notice, so I continued wearing the shorts.

I met a goddess at a Music Festival, Part I (MF, casual encounter, sensual).

By midday, the sun’s rays were warm, but the gentle crispness of the air reminded you it was still spring. The first thing you notice here, at Melody Park, are the towering, almost mystical oak trees. The attendants collecting cash for parking and directing traffic are wearing tie dye, dreadlocked, and greet you with a smile and a warm, “welcome home.” I have to remind myself to let go of my tension of my high stress life, and submit to this magical, welcoming place. With a deep breath, I park my car, gather my gear, and walk through the gates, where I’m now under the canopy of oaks.

Along with my group of friends, we scout a prime spot to pitch our tents, and assemble our hang out spot for the weekend. This is my first time at the Renewal music fest since my separation. My friends know that I may need some time to wander on my own this weekend, which is already beginning to feel liberating. Once we are all set up and settled, we sit under our group canopy, passing around a couple joints, and sharing our anticipations for the festival. The little amount of sun that crept through the oak trees is disappearing, and the night of music, dancing, and releasing tension is about to begin.