PHOTO DESCRIPTION:
Profile view of nude male with double tribal dragon tattoos running from his pecs, up to his shoulders and then down his sides. Dragon tails run along down to the groin.
STORY LETTER:
Dear Author,
I’ve never been one for tattoos, but look at that canvas! What makes it so painful is that the body isn’t half as beautiful as the soul it houses. Corny, I know, but what can I say?
I joined the yoga class to support my twin sister, who suffered from terrible back pain after a car accident. The beginner’s class was led by a lovely lady who knew just how to break through my sister’s stony façade. Then one day, we walked in to find him. He taught advanced yoga, but took the beginner class that night because our regular instructor had a sick child at home.
I don’t know how I made it through that class, because my heart stopped when he looked at me. I thought I’d sink through the floor when he moved among the students, correcting postures, and when his hand barely brushed across my spine to deepen the arch of my cobra pose, I was just grateful that my pelvis was pressed into my mat so he couldn’t see the agonizing boner he’d inspired. But the killing blow came when he stripped off his shirt after class, revealing that amazing ink that flowed like twin serpents down his torso. You can actually feel the goodness radiating from this man. It’s in his eyes and in every word he speaks. How can I ever measure up?
Yoga is sensual, so be as erotic as you like. No D/s.
Thank you,
Kezia
STORY INFO:
Genre: contemporary
Tags: tattoos, coming of age, sensual, yoga, college, sweet, slow burn
Word Count: 21,903
EVENT: Love is an Open Road