Early Bird Yoga - Episode 5

She stretches. Morning light cuts across her bare legs as she bends, fingers brushing her toes. The mat sticks slightly to her thighs where sweat has gathered. She exhales, shifts into downward dog, and the thin fabric of her shorts rides up, bunching tight between her cheeks. No underwear. Just skin and cotton. A pulse starts low in her belly, warm, insistent. Her nipples graze the inside of her tank top each time she moves. She drops into a lunge and rocks her hips forward once, slow, feeling the friction against her clit. Then again. The pressure builds, sharp and steady, like someone dragging a fingernail down her spine. She bites her lip, holds the pose, and lets the ache settle deeper between her legs. Breath. Movement. Heat. She slides two fingers beneath the waistband, finds herself wet, and circles once, twice. A quiet sound slips out of her. Outside, a car passes. Inside, she stays on her knees, thumb working slow circles while the morning keeps unfolding around her.