Yoga lesson Stories

I couldn’t believe it, my neighbor Irina, standing in the doorway of my yoga class. She seemed hesitant, lost, which is not unusual for a first-time drop-in. I excused myself from another student and walked over to her. “Hey, welcome to my class.” She smiled at me, her eyes a warm brown blend of both mischief and desire. I had no idea how she found out about this; maybe I had mentioned it in passing at some point? I could...

My wife had been having yoga lessons at home since June with a very handsome hippy type guy. The lessons always followed the same routine. One hour, the instructor sat in one corner of our living room almost like a statue, chanting out instructions of what my wife should do. Pleasant yoga type music in the background and incense burning. He never moved, he just sat there, watching. In early July the yoga instructor announ...