Recently I have discovered a new passion of mine: yoga. The hot kind, naturally.
Bikram Yoga is a 90 minute yoga class performed in a room heated to approximately 105 degrees and smelly as hell. Twenty six postures and two breathing exercises (each one performed twice). When I first tried it I thought it was extremely difficult but I really loved the deep sweat, the wonders of spine-lengthening exercises on my lower back, the release of 27-years worth of terrible toxins, and I definitely valued the solemn peace I got afterward on my car ride home. Deep breathing, chanting, huffing, bending, standing on one leg Daniel-son style, doing a Tibetan karma-enhancing monkey rowboat spine curvature mat exercise…..but let’s be honest here, it’s not really about my soul or what’s deep inside my core spiritual being. It’s all about the butt. The yoga butt. The best butt.
As a girl-adoring young man I can’t help but take the occasional glance or two (or thirty) around me as I twist and turn to complete yet another mind-numbing posture. Mirrors plus rolls of spandex plus a an hour-and-a-half inside the “grapefruit factory” equals big bright eyes for gilberto. Easy math. A no brainer.
I cant wait to see what yoga has done to your butt. U sexy slut