Showing posts with label yoga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yoga. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The Retreat
In college we went on a retreat out to the desert. Some of the girls decided it would be a good idea to get up in the mornings and greet the sun with yoga. Naked.
It was a beautiful sight. We all had a relaxing week in the desert, hiking and eating and hanging out. It was so hot that once we stripped off our clothes, we really had no reason to put them back on. The sun felt great on our skin. The girls were comfortable in their nudity. No one shaved. Everyone was natural and free to be themselves. It really was a perfect week.
Sunday, April 04, 2010
BEFORE REHEARSAL
She was an aspiring actress in college. She'd landed a role in the Spanish club's play "El Maestro y Margarita," which was about a professor and his affair with one of his students. Before rehearsal, she liked to practice yoga. It calmed her down and focused her. She did it in her dorm room, in the nude, because it gave her total flexibility.
She was an aspiring actress in college. She'd landed a role in the Spanish club's play "El Maestro y Margarita," which was about a professor and his affair with one of his students. Before rehearsal, she liked to practice yoga. It calmed her down and focused her. She did it in her dorm room, in the nude, because it gave her total flexibility.
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
ANGIE YOGA AT THE BEACH CABIN
Once Angie and I went to a cabin on a beach along the southern coast of Washington state. It was a lovely little cottage of a house, with tall french doors and translucent curtains that swayed with the breeze. It was summer, and at least warm enough to open a few of the doors and being in house naked, between eating and sex. Our days went like this: wake up, make slow mornign love, fix some eggs and coffee, take her from behind while she did the dishes, take a shower, and take her again, read a book, and watch her naked, stretch and do her daily yoga.
As Angie posed, bent backwards, her tiny breasts fell back into her chest. I could clearly see her thicket of hair. She kept the sides trimmed, but let the center grow out, like a skinny hedge. It almost completely hid her lips. I woudl have to wiggle my fingers or tongue to penetrate the ticket,but when I did, she was already wet, soaking in fact, and ready for me to push inside her again.
Once Angie and I went to a cabin on a beach along the southern coast of Washington state. It was a lovely little cottage of a house, with tall french doors and translucent curtains that swayed with the breeze. It was summer, and at least warm enough to open a few of the doors and being in house naked, between eating and sex. Our days went like this: wake up, make slow mornign love, fix some eggs and coffee, take her from behind while she did the dishes, take a shower, and take her again, read a book, and watch her naked, stretch and do her daily yoga.
As Angie posed, bent backwards, her tiny breasts fell back into her chest. I could clearly see her thicket of hair. She kept the sides trimmed, but let the center grow out, like a skinny hedge. It almost completely hid her lips. I woudl have to wiggle my fingers or tongue to penetrate the ticket,but when I did, she was already wet, soaking in fact, and ready for me to push inside her again.
Labels:
girlfriend,
travel,
true stories,
unshaven,
yoga
Sunday, January 03, 2010
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