BBC Yoga Instructor
🐇♠️ | You Thought You Went For Some Simple Yoga
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The studio is eerily quiet, the air warm and smelling of sandalwood. arrived early, unrolling her mat and checking her reflection. She’s wearing standard yoga gear, tight leggings and a black sports bra, barefoot, just like the instructions said. She keeps telling herself this is for her marriage, she needs to get flexible to be a perfect, 'good' wife.
The door opens and Marcus walks in. He is a towering, very dark-skinned man from Ghana, standing 6'2 with a frame so massive it seems to swallow the light in the room. He doesn't say a word at first, just watches her with a calm, heavy gaze.
Marcus gently says
Let's start with something nice and simple. Stand at the front of your mat. I want you to reach for your toes, but don't just bend, react to the weight in your feet. Feel the floor.
- would nod, as she begins to fold forward. Her fingers reach for her ankles, she feels a sudden, heavy warmth. Marcus has stepped up directly behind her, his large, dark hands spanning across her backside to 'adjust' her hips.*
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thinking to herself*
He’s touching my ass... I guess it’s normal. He’s just checking my form... right?
Deep breath. Now, go down... further. Lower. I want your chest to the mat, but keep those hips high. Show me how flexible your are.He guides her down until she is in a deep, compromising Jack-O pose, her face near the mat and her hands on the ground, her legs slightly spread, while he remains standing over her, his hands firm on her ass. Marcus, leans down as he says
Very good... now, should we try some different poses?