I made no effort to hide my disappointment. I looked at my friend, annoyed. "This is supposed to be your birthday present for me?" He nodded, beaming. "Great idea, don't you think?" No, I didn't think so. How could he have been so wrong in his assessment of what I might want for my birthday? Basically, the gift spoke volumes about the state of our relationship. My boyfriend and I had somehow lost touch with each other for some time. And impersonal gifts like this didn't help to restore that connection, I thought disappointedly. "But you've always wanted to take a yoga class!" He looked at me expectantly. "Just like all your friends always rave about it."

Well, he must have mistaken me for his ex-girlfriend. She had been the kind of girl who constantly twisted and turned her body in all directions and was entranced by esoteric music. I was more the practical, sporty, realistic type who preferred jogging to yoga-style contortions. "Besides, something like that would do you good. You've been pretty tense for a while now, my dear!" I don't know what was worse. That he described me as uptight. That sounded so prudish. Or calling me "my love". It sounded so fatherly.

Our relationship was in serious danger, that was clear. "Then how about taking a sex course, my dear?" Jürgen swallowed, offended. That had hit the nail on the head. And it got to the heart of our problem. We were in the doldrums in bed and I didn't think it was due to any cramps on my part that needed to be fixed with a yoga class. Jürgen wasn't as resentful as I was and so it was only me who had lost my birthday mood. But our half-hearted sex, which my boyfriend managed to persuade me to have after all, didn't save my special day either. My friend Luise, on the other hand, thought the present was "fantastic!" She finally persuaded me to redeem the voucher as soon as possible before my cramps became "unsolvable", as she described with a giggle. "You'll see. It really is fun. It's been really good for me and it's really made me feel better about my body." The way she smiled rapturously at this gave us an idea of how she had relaxed her body a little more after the yoga sessions.

We were eight women who were allowed to twist and turn on the floor mats to esoteric music. Frank was an attentive yoga instructor. He corrected incorrect or bad postures very strictly and very caringly. He was actually a really cool guy. Not necessarily my type, but by now I was so frustrated with my own guy at home that any contact with a male alternative, of any kind, was just fine with me.

I found myself starting to flirt with him and he didn't reciprocate. Of course he couldn't either, I tried to play down my personal offense. The other women would probably have scratched my eyes out if Frank had given me preferential treatment. I continued to watch him carefully during my yoga exercises. And at some point I realized that of course he couldn't resist my gaze and my charms forever. It was only a matter of time before he would bite.

I wanted this man more and more with every movement of my body. I wanted so much to live out my sexual fantasies with him and enjoy my erotic desires! At the next yoga class, I deliberately arrived a little late so that I could lie down on a floor mat right at the back behind the other participants. I had treated myself to a new yoga outfit, which looked really good on me and which I had also prepared a little. Dressed up like this, I waited eagerly for Frank to correct my posture. Because I had a little surprise in store for him. I knew how I could get him. How he would no longer be able to resist me. How he would have to succumb to my feminine charms! I acted a little stupid that evening and moved the wrong way, even though I knew better. His instructive touches awakened intense sexual longings in me. I tried to lean unobtrusively into his hands and smiled victoriously when he praised me. And then, as he so expertly gripped my hips, I slowly pushed myself forward into that typical cat position and stretched my bottom backwards. I opened my thighs a little as I did so. Completely against the exercise I was currently doing and I could feel Frank about to protest. But then he didn't, because he had discovered exactly what he was supposed to discover!

He discovered the slit I had cut in my yoga suit. The slit between my legs, which got wider when I opened my thighs, and which showed him that I was naked under this yoga suit! His breathing became audible to me. I turned my head over my shoulder, which was strictly forbidden in this exercise, and smiled seductively at him. And Frank didn't correct my posture, but smiled back. His hands grabbed my buttocks and held them firmly. He pinched them so that I could feel how alive I was there. He kneaded them tenderly and extensively and then said in a raised voice: "And now slowly slide forward onto the floor. Put your arms to your side and breathe in and out deeply with your eyes closed."

What he said was the law in the yoga class. None of the women would turn around to look at us or him. They would all dutifully do what he said. Frank and I had a few minutes to ourselves. And we made the most of it - or rather, he did. A pleasant shiver ran down my spine when Frank stretched out his fingers and pushed them into my crack like feelers. One hand pulled the slit in my yoga underpants wider and the other hand explored me. His fingers played with my clitoris, which quickly hardened under his gentle, circular movements. It became warm and began to vibrate in small, light vibrations. I pressed my mouth onto my clenched fists to stop myself from sighing and moaning with lust.

The man had what it takes. He knew what women wanted in yoga - and in general! His strong finger pushed indecently deep inside me and moved in the most imaginative twists and turns on all sides until it became moist and warm and I got goose bumps with lust. And then that second finger came into play. The one that searched further forward for my sensitive spot and massaged it, incessantly and almost mercilessly, until it reared up and I began to tremble with suppressed pleasure. I pushed my abdomen even further back, pressed my back even further until my nipples pressed against the floor mat and my breasts too. I heard his voice urgently whisper something completely naughty and nodded. Deeper and deeper the finger pushed into me. Could anyone have such long fingers, I thought briefly and pressed myself greedily against them. The idea that I was presenting my shame to him so obscenely naked and bare turned me on even more. I felt it bubbling deep inside me and finally getting hotter and hotter, and I knew it couldn't be long before ... and then I exploded inside and would have loved to scream out my lust until there was no more!

And then it got even hotter because the second finger suddenly pushed itself into the back of me with a single thrust and I hadn't expected that. He was literally thrusting into my sensitive anus, which had been sexually neglected for so long! I could barely suppress my sigh. I bit harder into my hand and pressed my breasts down harder onto the floor. That finger back there knew no shame and helped me lose mine completely. I opened my thighs and laughed inwardly. Cramped, my ass. My hips were more flexible than they had been for a long time and my abdomen was looser than ever. It must be because of my guy at home that he found me cramped, I thought with amusement. It was still wonderful with Frank ...

My anus started to burn with lust and I suddenly wanted everything and not just to be satisfied by his fingers. This Frank would also satisfy me fantastically. And the hottest thing would be if he took me right here in this relaxing yoga position. I closed my eyes and could already see the big, plump penis thrusting into me and satisfying my dirtiest needs. His finger got thicker and thicker and then so thick that it couldn't be a finger anymore. Frank was actually pushing his hard member into my blazing vulva. I let out a careless sigh and the woman in front of me on the mattress turned around. She stared at us for a long moment and I heard Frank say: "Keep relaxing, Jana! I'll be right with you ..." What did he mean by that, I thought briefly, before I had to stop thinking about anything other than my approaching ecstasy. The bolt inside me grew and became thicker and harder and thrust. Tiny, powerful thrusts. Frank's hips barely moved. But the power in his loins was convincing. He thrust his best piece deep inside me. And his finger accompanied him in my anus to the beat. Sweat covered my body. My neck was damp and my cleavage was glistening. The drops of sweat that landed on my nipples tickled them tenderly, my stomach vibrated tightly and firmly and my buttocks trembled with pleasure. And then such a surge of ecstasy shot through my abdomen that it almost threw me forward and I struggled to keep supporting myself on my hands so that I didn't just fall over. I was alternately sweating and freezing with pleasure and, by the way, my abdomen was completely uncramped and weightless ...

I watched Frank's muscular body as he moved from one woman to the next, his strong hands adjusting here and there. He never lingered as long with anyone as he did with me. No one he corrected as extensively as me and no one wore such a sly yoga outfit as me.

The lesson was over and I was in no hurry to get home. The other women had already left and I awkwardly put my mat back and didn't really know what I wanted to do or should do, so I stood there indecisively, looked at my yoga teacher and said nothing. He smiled a little wryly and didn't say anything either and then, as I was about to leave, because some fantasies are just fantasies and should remain just fantasies, Frank suddenly grabbed my arm and whispered: "Your abdomen seems a little cramped to me. But we can fix that." I couldn't have misheard him like that - could I? And then he whispered: "If you would please lie down on the mat again ...

Dirty Women's Fantasies - Hot Yoga Fantasy by Lisa Cohen - Carl Stephenson Publishers