“You will begin by meditating with your partner. During this time, we will focus on breath-work, using only your sight and hearing to build a connection with each other. Once you reach the full height of sexual energy, we will focus on exploring each other with touch, allowing your partner tofeelall of your senses together, as one.” I wander slowly around the room as my soft, meditative voice radiates through the crowded space.
Seamus stands at the back, stoic and stern, with his arms crossed over each other. His typically unreadable demeanor appears to be slightly uncomfortable as he shifts his stance, his eyes bouncing over the room and back at me.
“Some of you may like to watch and observe, while others may want to participate with their partner openly in this room. I ask that everyone be considerate of each other’s choices.”
Hudson’s eyes widen as he leans over to Dane, whispering something.
Seamus shifts his stance again, uncrossing his arms, then crossing them again.
“Before we begin our breathing techniques, I will demonstrate the Tantric massage techniques for those who would like to experience that while you are here with your partner in a meditative state. Again, I ask that everyone be respectful of those partners who would like to experience that here today, as it is all part of the journey together, riding with the sexual energy that you both are feeling.”
I walk back up to the front so I can see everyone clearly.
“There may be some of you who have never done anything like this, and can’t imagine doing it openly in public. However, when you hit that peak of sexual energy, it can be quite persuasive,and you may find yourself doing things you typically wouldn’t do.” Glancing around the room at a few timid couples, I give them a reassuring smile, because I’ve seen it before.
“Now, can I get a volunteer as my partner for the demonstration?” I announce to the room. Dane’s hand shoots straight up. Seamus’ arms drop to his sides as he looks around the room, then over at Dane.
“I’ll be performing the massage on your body in order to teach the technique to the class, that way everyone has a visual example. So, before you agree, you need to be comfortable with that type of public exposure and consent to me touching you.”
It happens all at once: Dane—with his arm still stretched in the air—switches from a seated position to a kneeling position, putting himself higher amongst the crowd. Hudson palms his face, and Seamus immediately begins to march over to where the guys are sitting.
“I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute!” Dane yells and the class chuckles.
I can’t help my smile as I walk over to the class clown.
He’s full of positive, but hyper energy. It may be difficult to get him in a relaxed and meditative state, but it would make for a fun class.
Squatting down in front of him, I glance between him and Hudson, knowing they wouldn’t be able to partner up together, and it would probably be best for Dane to have an experienced partner.
I need to make sure he’s fully aware of what this all entails. I ask just as Seamus comes up beside us, “Are you aware that a tantric massage isfullbody, including genital massage?”
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SEAMUS
“Hell yeah,” Dane says, unaffected.
“You can fuck right off,” I tell Dane as I look over at Hudson, mouth agape.
“Seamus,” Mimi scolds as she stands to face me.
“You are not stroking him off in front of a class full of people,” I angry-whisper so only she can hear me.
“You can’t come barging into my class, telling me what I can or can’t do.” She holds her hand out to Dane to help him stand.
“Sit the fuck down.” I point at him. “Right now.”
Glancing around the room, everyone is staring, confused at the turn of events. And fuck, so am I. Why the hell am I acting like fucking Tarzan right now? She makes me lose every ounce of control I have.
But I can’t fucking help it.
The moment I saw her and she stripped off the jacket she was wearing over her tight yoga outfit, I immediately wanted to throw her over my shoulder and take her home, so only I got her undivided attention.
It should be a crime how goddamn sexy she is in her bright white leggings and that tiny, matching white sports bra. In fact,white should be banned for such an outfit—and I doubt the sports bra could be considered one at all. It has a criss-cross back and low cut front. There is nothingsportyabout it. It’s functional lingerie.
She eyes me with trepidation, still managing to shoot invisible daggers at me. Her cheeks are flushed—and not in a good way—as she clenches her fists at her sides, yet her brows pinch with worry.
Fuck, I don’t want to ruin this for her. Ember told me that this was the first opportunity she’s had to teach this class on her own because she wasn’t able to find other venues to accommodate this type ofyoga.
