physical world, which in turn brings you peace.”
He shook his head, his dark hair fluttering into his eyes. I wanted so badly to move that hair to the side so I could see into his eyes unobstructed.
“What you did just now, with your hands and massage, was incredible. I’ve been to a lot of sports doctors and specialists, and not one of them could give me anything but physical therapy and a bottle of drugs for when it gets so bad I can’t walk.” He grasped my hand.
His hand felt solid, familiar, like it was meant to be there. But how could that be? We barely knew one another and had only met yesterday. Trent’s gaze as he held my hand was clear as day. Gratitude seemed to permeate his entire being as he sat in front of me with kind eyes, ones I knew I could look into for days on end and never tire of.
“Thank you, Genevieve. Without even knowing it, you’ve given me hope that I’ll come back from this injury. Heck, I might even come back better than ever.”
I smiled huge. There was no stopping it. His words were lovely, not a pickup line, and something every yoga teacher on earth wanted to hear from their students. Knowing I’d helped just one person was enough to continue this journey of helping others find their own slice of harmony in the world. And in doing so, perhaps I’d find mine, too.
“You’re welcome, Trent, but we’re nowhere near done. We’ve got a long way to go before you start swinging a bat again. Now come up onto your knees. Let me reintroduce you to a little thing called cat and cow.”
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TRENT
T urned out cat and cow looked nothing like a cat or a cow. I thought about the routine the blonde with the healing hands and deep, soulful eyes had put me through.
Why was it that none of the names of the poses looked much like the animal or object they were named after? With the cat pose, I was on my hands and knees, which could loosely relate to most animals, and then when I arched my spine toward the ceiling and tucked my head under, I was contorted into the shape of a cat that was scared, or like the black one on Halloween decorations. Still, it released the knot at the base of my spine and made me feel looser than I had in years. This yoga shit was no joke. If the rest of my sessions were like today, and I could feel the tension ease from overtaxed muscles, I’d stick with it.
That’s when the thought of my gumdrop entered my mind like a halo of golden light. Christ, the woman was a vision. Small yet so strong. The way her little hands pressed into the rocklike knots in my hammy belied her small stature. It felt like a grown ass man was working my leg, not some pixie of a woman with tiny hands and a sexy body. Her clothing covered more today than yesterday, but something about that red mouth had me dreaming of it wrapped around my cock, leaving an imprint of that red gloss like a mark of ownership. Thinking about it now gave me a semi.
Criminy, what the hell was wrong with me? I hadn’t even kissed the woman or touched her in any way, and I was aching for it. Maybe I should just find one of my groupies, call the bimbo over to my pad, and work her over the way I wanted to work over Genevieve. Instantly, the thought put a sour taste in my mouth. This did not make sense. I’d never worried about women before, other than what I could get out of them and how quickly I could get them under me . Sure, I wanted that with Genevieve, but I knew from the first that once would not be enough. No, I’d need months of banging her to get her out of my system. And that thought right there was all kinds of screwed up.
This was not me.
Women were great, and I made sure they got theirs once or twice before I took mine. However, once it was over, they needed to get to steppin’. I could tell from two meetings with Genevieve that she was not that type of girl. No, seeing her soulful eyes, tight body, and calm nature, I knew that once I had her, it would take more than a quick fuck to get her
He shook his head, his dark hair fluttering into his eyes. I wanted so badly to move that hair to the side so I could see into his eyes unobstructed.
“What you did just now, with your hands and massage, was incredible. I’ve been to a lot of sports doctors and specialists, and not one of them could give me anything but physical therapy and a bottle of drugs for when it gets so bad I can’t walk.” He grasped my hand.
His hand felt solid, familiar, like it was meant to be there. But how could that be? We barely knew one another and had only met yesterday. Trent’s gaze as he held my hand was clear as day. Gratitude seemed to permeate his entire being as he sat in front of me with kind eyes, ones I knew I could look into for days on end and never tire of.
“Thank you, Genevieve. Without even knowing it, you’ve given me hope that I’ll come back from this injury. Heck, I might even come back better than ever.”
I smiled huge. There was no stopping it. His words were lovely, not a pickup line, and something every yoga teacher on earth wanted to hear from their students. Knowing I’d helped just one person was enough to continue this journey of helping others find their own slice of harmony in the world. And in doing so, perhaps I’d find mine, too.
“You’re welcome, Trent, but we’re nowhere near done. We’ve got a long way to go before you start swinging a bat again. Now come up onto your knees. Let me reintroduce you to a little thing called cat and cow.”
----
TRENT
T urned out cat and cow looked nothing like a cat or a cow. I thought about the routine the blonde with the healing hands and deep, soulful eyes had put me through.
Why was it that none of the names of the poses looked much like the animal or object they were named after? With the cat pose, I was on my hands and knees, which could loosely relate to most animals, and then when I arched my spine toward the ceiling and tucked my head under, I was contorted into the shape of a cat that was scared, or like the black one on Halloween decorations. Still, it released the knot at the base of my spine and made me feel looser than I had in years. This yoga shit was no joke. If the rest of my sessions were like today, and I could feel the tension ease from overtaxed muscles, I’d stick with it.
That’s when the thought of my gumdrop entered my mind like a halo of golden light. Christ, the woman was a vision. Small yet so strong. The way her little hands pressed into the rocklike knots in my hammy belied her small stature. It felt like a grown ass man was working my leg, not some pixie of a woman with tiny hands and a sexy body. Her clothing covered more today than yesterday, but something about that red mouth had me dreaming of it wrapped around my cock, leaving an imprint of that red gloss like a mark of ownership. Thinking about it now gave me a semi.
Criminy, what the hell was wrong with me? I hadn’t even kissed the woman or touched her in any way, and I was aching for it. Maybe I should just find one of my groupies, call the bimbo over to my pad, and work her over the way I wanted to work over Genevieve. Instantly, the thought put a sour taste in my mouth. This did not make sense. I’d never worried about women before, other than what I could get out of them and how quickly I could get them under me . Sure, I wanted that with Genevieve, but I knew from the first that once would not be enough. No, I’d need months of banging her to get her out of my system. And that thought right there was all kinds of screwed up.
This was not me.
Women were great, and I made sure they got theirs once or twice before I took mine. However, once it was over, they needed to get to steppin’. I could tell from two meetings with Genevieve that she was not that type of girl. No, seeing her soulful eyes, tight body, and calm nature, I knew that once I had her, it would take more than a quick fuck to get her
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