intrusive thoughts
there’s a man at my yoga studio who’s a bit older, i’d say mid 50’s.
a handsome marathoner, [let’s call him Forrest, mostly because i don’t know his name but also because he has green eyes/likes to run long distances] who drives a recent model wagoneer and supplements his running with hot yoga for mobility and endurance training.
he comes to class when i’m there as well and asks when i plan to be there next. we hold each other accountable and are equally proud of ourselves and each other when we show up.
he always sets his mat directly behind mine and often tells me he uses me as a guide; which is totally fair, as i have a teaching background in yoga and find it sweet.
i remembered he had a foot injury and asked how that was feeling last week and his face just about melted. it was the sweetest thing.
“how do you remember all of this stuff? you’re too good to me!”
it was such a kind moment. but i also see the way he looks at me, and i enjoy that too.
with that slight bite of respectful lust.
he walks me to my car after practice most days while making small talk and i’ve had the intrusive thought of wondering what he’d do to me if he could have his way with me. or what he thinks about when he looks at me. does he just look or truly admire? what does he notice? how many times have i gotten his cock rock hard and throbbing without even knowing it?
why am i like this?! 😆 anyway, here’s to Forrest🥂
