It’s 85°… hot, really hot. But my body is aching to move and stretch. I slip into my tiniest yoga clothes, lightweight, but so much freedom to move and breathe. I breathe… deeply. I put on some meditation music, body, mind… soul. As I move through my first couple asana poses I can already feel the sweat beading on my upper lip, I let the heat melt me as I sink deeper into the stretch. Feeling my upper back muscles expand, my heart opens, I change position and sink deeper. This time my hips melt open and my whole pubic symphysis aches to release, I melt… deeper. As I breathe into my hips bloodflow rushes into all my tightest places, places where I hold tension, trauma… longing. I sigh a deep breath as I feel my pussy relax, then swell and my juices pool along my panties. I melt deeper. I close my eyes as I let the vibrations of the music rewire my every cell, warm waves of relaxation wash over me as I move through a few more postures, breathing deep. I am brought back to my body by a sharp, sweet smell… it’s me, my sweat… my own succulent smell washing over me, coming from my armpits, the hair damp with sweat. My body reacts immediately to my aroma. I can feel my nipples sharpen under my soft, thin shirt and my pussy gushes again. As I stretch my tight thighs I have the urge to run my hands up my legs to my soft round ass… I listen to those urges and explore my curves. The peaks and valleys… the tension and release. My hands are hungry, yet patient. I shift poses again. Feeling the bloodflow, feeling the energy move… feeling my body move. My pussy tingles as the yoga pose causes the stretchy fabric to apply pressure to my swollen clit… I melt deeper as I run my finger along the length of my pussy, damp with sweat and longing I feel the ridges of my labia and clit through the thin fabric. I linger over my clit a little longer than I planned, then sliding my fingers a bit lower— I felt my wet, warm entrance through my shorts. I squeeze, the base of my palm applying the most delicious pressure to my clit. My pussy is supple and tight. I inhale deep and a soft moan escapes through my lips. Every fiber of my body is tingling and ready… I’m longing to be filled, physically, but also filled with ripples of release from every inch of my being and soul. Slick with sweat I tease my inner thigh with light touch… pulling my tiny, thin shorts to the side just enough to feel the tickle of my soft bush… I moan again…