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In a Pilates class I reluctantly signed up for, I met a male instructor.
Even with a black mask covering his face, his sharp nose and well-toned body stood out.
During his intense and merciless classes, his touch, voice, and gaze made my entire body heat up.
“Imagine opening up your perineum. Lower your chest to the floor.”
With the 1-on-1 session I was lucky enough to receive, I started wishing his hands would reach deeper inside. His usual instructions began to sound oddly suggestive.
“Relax and stay comfortable. You don’t need to hold back any sounds.”
Don’t hold back any sounds?
Am I allowed to interpret that suggestively?
Unable to resist anymore, I finally blurted out a tempting request.
“Instructor, could you put it inside there too? With oil, please.”
