Exercise just got interesting!
FORGET the gym bag. Sack off the treadmill and say sayonara to swimming laps at the pool. If you find yourself with a curious group of strangers, looking around coyly from one to the next, you have signed up for sensual yoga.
When I signed up to do sensual yoga I knew it would be sexy, but I wasn’t expecting quite so much heavy breathing or just how good it would be.
But this was no one-off. The idea of sensual yoga is for women to explore their sensual side, reconnect with what they need sexually, and feel empowered to ask for what they want — and have fun with it (caveat, without actually getting naked at the workshop, people! Get your filthy minds out of the gutter).
We are all there for the same reason — a session of sensual yoga — or as I like to call it, sexy lady time yoga.
This is how it all started!
So, we (I and some other ladies in the studio) whizzed through some anatomy and the pleasure-trove that is the vulva (or the much cooler-sounding “yoni”— the Sanskrit word for it, meaning sacred cave). And then we covered the kinds of things all of us have wondered about, from female ejaculation (“it’s like you’ve wet the bed!” we’re told) to the complex matter of low libidos and our changing sex lives. It was cathartic really to share how we feel with other women — it didn’t matter that they were strangers.
And then after all the talking, there was just one thing left. Sexy lady time yoga.
Cue dimmed lights.
Bow chicka wow wow.