Early Bird Yoga - Episode 10

She kneels on the mat in the pale morning light, hips open wide, knees parted just enough. Her hands slide up the insides of her thighs, slow, deliberate, until her fingers find the heat she’s been carrying since the dream broke. She leans back on her heels, spine arched, breasts lifted toward the ceiling. Every breath makes her nipples pull tighter. She reaches down, parts herself with two fingers, and watches the slickness stretch between them before she pushes both inside. The sound is soft and wet, barely audible over the whisper of her own breathing. She fucks herself with steady rhythm, thumb brushing her clit in tight circles, chasing the edge. Her thighs start to tremble. Sweat beads along her collarbones and slips between her breasts. She doesn’t stop. She grinds down harder, heels digging into the mat, until the first pulse hits and her walls flutter around her fingers. The second wave comes sharper. She cries out once, a short broken sound, and keeps stroking through it, riding every aftershock until her hand is soaked to the wrist. Only then does she ease her fingers free, glistening, and bring them to her mouth. She licks them clean while the sun finally breaks over the windowsill.