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Chiara Chianti thought she was signing up for an ordinary yoga class. Then she arrives to find her instructor, Isabella Nice, flowing through a standing split completely naked. Isabella explains that this is Gaia Yoga, a practice of total, uninhibited expression, and its end goal is nothing less than complete orgasm. How else, she asks, do you expect to reach nirvana?
Chiara is speechless, but intrigued, and when Isabella guides her through a stretch with a hand that wanders right between her legs, Chiara does not pull away. The pink sports bra and leggings come off, Isabella's mouth replaces her hands, and the lesson moves to the mat: kissing, licking, face sitting, and finally Isabella straps on a pink toy and fills her new student in a series of very advanced poses.
Namaste? Chiara is coming back for every class.
Is there any pose more advanced than the one Isabella saved for last?
Chiara Chianti, a wealthy and rather spoiled adult college student, spots an online ad for in-home massage and nearly drops her phone: the masseuse is Serena Hill, the gorgeous classmate from her economics course she has been crushing on all semester. She books a session on the spot. Serena arrives as a consummate professional, table and oils in hand, and Chiara greets her with a smile and absolutely nothing on. As the massage moves lower and lower, Chiara makes her intentions clear. Serena pauses over her boyfriend for one breathless moment, then decides she wants this every bit as much.
The massage table is forgotten as Serena climbs onto the bed, the two classmates kissing hungrily before Serena spreads Chiara's thighs and licks her until her toes curl. Chiara returns the favor with equal devotion, and the two women trade places again and again, sixty-nine, face riding and deep, grinding scissoring, oiled skin sliding against skin, until both collapse with the kind of happy ending no spa menu would ever list.
Has Serena just found the most rewarding client of her new business?
