Chosen For Pleasure

CHRISTIE- That Man Is Pure Evil

What a weekend i have ahead! I always sound freaked out about it but truthfully I enjoy busy weeks. It keeps me occupied, gives me human interaction I desperately need because God knows going home to that huge empty house can get lonely.

The web is basically failing me at this point. Why is it so hard to find talent today?
Usually it's riddled with the world's finest weirdos, who produce quite the spectacle, and somehow i can't even seem to spot a measly graffiti artist?

Okay the internet is definitely not out today, probably shagging as i should be.
"Damn I'm funny." I hysterically laugh at my own lame sense of humor.

Shit! I'm late for my yoga class.

'When you're getting older your body just doesn't do what it used to!'
'You gotta practice.' I always tell myself this like I'm an old timer or a 40 something mom of 3, who uses pelvic floor devices just to get wet.
In fact, i'm only 25 and i think i get stimulated quite fine.
Regardless, yoga gives me practice in staying flexible and calm.

Do i take a shower? I'm already late so fuck it. I'm going home after anyway. As i slip on my leggings i admire my ass in the small mirror placed on the side of my filing cabinet.
Allison thought it was a good idea since i basically live in my office and of course she was right.

Wow; i do look good. The spandex gives a gentle lift of my ass and paired with the underwear choice of the day, there are no lines in sight. Just a perfectly round ass.
The top fit just tight enough to keep the girls in, but still gives them space to bounce. I wonder how my boobs still sit so effortlessly for someone who doesn't wear bras that often.

"Off to yoga Ali" i announced, rushing off quickly.

I try to creep in the studio without calling too much attention to myself but leave it to laxative Lucy and her mouth diarrhea to spoil that for me.

"Hey Christie, Come in there's a space here!" she shouted as if it wasn't bad enough that i was half an hour late.

"Hey Luce, i mean Dianne." yeah her name isn't Lucy, i just have a thing for giving people odd nicknames based on my observations. Dumb right?

"How are you?" i managed to let out, while walking past quickly to the back, before she had a chance to respond to my face.

"Alright class, after the firefly we're going to take some space and begin the handstand."

"Remember take time, breathe in and balance those legs; open or closed whatever feels comfortable!"

I swear for a 50 year old woman, my yoga instructor patricia is quite a catch. I don't know how she manages still looking this young.

I am totally ready for this handstand. Funny enough Tiffany helped me practice two days ago. Of course there was lots of motivation then. keeping my legs open with balance was more a must than a choice at that time.
The thought of it makes me smile. She really is something.

The proud look on my face realizing i really do have the hang of this is Kodak worthy, but short-lived, as a dark shadow appears and completely shifts my focus. I struggle to regain balance but i'm already tumbling forward, and my ankle felt a sharp pain as it assaults whatever the hell was in my way. Serves it right.

"Ouch!". He said. A familiar voice.

There he was, tall, dark and as handsome as i remember.

"Eha-what are you doing here Jason?"

"Hey bunny" his nickname for me, which i never told him, but i absolutely hate.

"I know you never miss your yoga classes so thought i'd surprise you here."

"Flowers?" he says pushing a beautiful bouquet toward me still clenching his nose to recover from the attack of my ankle.

I'm confused. What does he want? I hadn't seen Jason in 6 months.

We'd been over.

He dumped for some stupid girl he met at one of his traveler's summits in Switzerland.

'I need real commitment, I need a girlfriend' his words replaying in my head.

What the hell did he need a girlfriend for when i fucked every inch of his soul.

I did everything a normal girlfriend would do! Is it wrong to just not want a title on things?
We were open and honest; we were good. We made each other happy and he threw it away; so what does he want now?

It took me a while to notice but the women's attention are locked in. Why are they staring at him?

But of course; he is 180 pounds of muscle, wearing that loose tank we got on our last vacation together.

No doubt this man was gorgeous; and smart too. Jason is legit the only person i know who can sell anyone on their dream vacation that sometimes they didn't even know was their dream.

"Ahemmmm" patricia, signalled to take this somewhere else.

"What do you want Jason?" I say quite firmly.

"I've missed you bunny, i just got back."

"Let me buy you dinner?"

I want to say no. I want to tell him go find his European whore, but Jason has a way of melting me.
I don't know if it is his charming smile or the fact that i haven't had proper dick since we broke it off, but an involuntary yes slips out my mouth.
I'm suddenly wishing i took that shower before coming here. I'm sweaty, with messy hair but he still looks at me like a gem.

Catching up over some tacos goes like a breeze. I really missed this. His funny stories and pictures from the places and people he dealt with. I still told him off though. Oh trust me i did. That smart ass mouth did not fade away when he did, but he took it more humbly than usual.
He apologized. Jason fucking grant apologized. He really did change.

A couple drinks later I'm beginning to feel tipsy and next thing i know i'm heading to the place i knew so fondly.
A place i used to call my safe haven.
His apartment.