Private sessions

"Look, Mrs Long, I think it is best that we keep our distance and maintain as just a yoga instructor and his student," he told her, warily standing a few feet apart from her.

She groaned inwardly at the human's moral compass. Despite living among humans for hundreds of years, she could never understand their hang up about fidelity and 'not touching another bro's wife' or something like that. But then in the hundreds of years she spent in the human realm, she had never felt this way about another human. Sure, she had slept with a few humans over the years, both males and females, but this time, Kavan is different.

"What do you mean Kavan? I was just wondering if you are open to giving individual yoga lessons," she said, putting on an innocent act.

"As you can see, I have been attending your class for a couple months now and I have not improved even a bit, I am still soooo tight," she said, emphasising the word 'tight' suggestively.

She needed to think of a way to get him alone with her and then she will start seducing him. Slowly and surely. She is sure he will not be able to withstand her charms over a long period of time alone with her.

He cleared his throat nervously. He obviously caught her innuendo when she emphasised the word 'tight'.

"Oh, err…I will have to check my schedule," he said. "But, why don't you give it time, you will improve if you continue practising in class," he added.

She pouted prettily at him.

"I have been in your classes consistently…morning and evening and yet, I can't even do a simple uttanasana…I am such a failure," she said, putting on a sad, puppy-dog face.

"Won't you help me? Please? It's been my goal to be more flexible, to bend a certain way and to try out more poses," she said, emphasising the word 'poses' that is thick with double meaning.

He gulped.

"I…err…I will check and get back to you," he stammered nervously and without waiting for her response, hurried away.

'Awww…he's shy, that is so adorable and so, so sexy,' she said to herself, sighing dreamily at his back as he walked away, admiring his wide shoulders that tapered down to narrow hips and impossibly long legs.

She wanted him so badly and that was not all, she wanted him to approve of her and to actually like her back. In all of her previous affairs, she couldn't care less about how they feel about her. She will have sex with them and then discard them after that. Like a change in clothing. She didn't want to do that with Kavan.

She wanted to slowly savour the sexy hard contours of his body. Kiss and lick every inch. Run her hands over every plane and crevice. Kiss and nip at his deliciously sculpted lips. Touch his ridiculously thick eye lashes. She wanted him to be hers. She wanted to spend years, maybe even decades with him. Heck, she might even consider getting the longevity pearl and make him immortal so that he will be with her for all of eternity.

Of course, she knew the clan will never approve. She is still a lowly ranked dragon in the clan and she has no right to seek out a human match just yet. She has another 500 years of servitude before she is allowed to seek out her human perfect match. Only dragons who are over 2,000 years old can seek out their perfect match and produce heirs or offsprings. She only wished she is now 2,000 years old.

After watching Kavan disappear from sight, she turned and walked back to her chauffeur-driven car. The chauffeur is already waiting for her at the mall entrance, the car engine idling. On the way back, she wondered how to convince Kavan that he was not exactly having an affair with a married woman. She is just fake married. She is not really married to Dashen and they have never so much as kiss. Ugh. That would be gross. He is more like a big brother to her than anything. She wished Meera would just stop playing hard to get and marry Dashen already. It would make her life so much easier. They have been together for a decade, isn't it time they just tie the knot? Dashen can even give her immortality after they were married.

She could never understand how humans operate or think. Why would any human turn down the opportunity to become immortal and spend eternity with their perfect match and watch their heirs grow and create their own families. They might even get grandchildren in a few thousand years' time. That is, if both their children eventually acquire dragon powers. One thing about mating with humans to get heirs is that not all their offsprings eventually acquire dragon powers. Sometimes, they end up as humans or sometimes, one is human and another is a dragon. They will never know until the child turns 12 and manifest their powers, if they have any.

When she reached home, she checked on the children. They were busy doing their homework with their tutors so she quietly tiptoed back to her wing. She doesn't need children drama for now. She's not even sure where Meera and Dashen are. For all she knows, they are on a cruise to nowhere, somewhere.

After taking a long luxurious bath, she changed into something comfortable and sexy. Lacy and silky. It must enhance her tiny waist, her round behind and nice deep cleavage. Then she started texting Kavan. She wanted to look good…just in case they ended up video calling.

"Hey Kavan. What poses are good to relax?"

He didn't reply her immediately so she took a few selfies in various poses and contemplated sending it to him. But then she might be spamming him. So, she held back for now.

Kavan texted back a couple hours later with a few recommended poses. He was curt and to the point. She supposed it will be too presumptuous to start sexting him. She thanked him and wished him a good evening.

Surprisingly, he replied with a text asking if she has time tomorrow afternoon. She sat up excitedly. Should she video call him now?

Throwing caution to the wind, she video called him and the second surprise of the night, he picked up. Half naked. His smooth brown chest gleaming and slightly moist…maybe he just took a shower.

"I didn't expect you to video call me…sorry for this," he said then he reached around and pulled on a simple cotton shirt. She almost wanted to shout in protest but controlled herself. It's okay. She can be the one showing off. She angled the phone to show off her best angle and her cleavage.

"So, what do you have planned tomorrow?" she asked him, lowering her eyes sexily.

"You were asking about extra yoga classes? So, I have time on the afternoons of Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays," he said seriously. He did not seem bothered by what she is showing off and he was not even really looking at her. He was looking down at something, possibly his calendar or diary.

"Oh…extra classes…okay, all three days are fine…if you can do Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays too…I am free anytime," she said.

This time he looked up in surprise. Then he noticed her sexy pose. She caught him glancing briefly at her cleavage before averting his eyes and clearing his throat. Okay, so, he wasn't so unaffected after all.

"You want extra classes daily? That will be overdoing it…I mean, you will still be attending the usual classes right?" he asked.

She considered it for a while.

"If we can do it every day…I mean, if we can have private sessions every day…I probably won't attend the normal classes anymore…I mean, I am sure I will learn more in the private sessions, right," she replied.

He didn't get her double entendre. Instead he was nodding and jotting it down in his diary or calendar in his hand. Then he looked up.

"Okay, so, let's do it this way. Maybe five days a week first?" he said.

"Oh, so it's Mondays to Fridays?" she asked. "But what about the weekends? I am really, really free during the weekends," she added suggestively.

"Er, we will see how it works out first okay? So tomorrow, the studio at two o'clock?" he said, still not looking up. It was so obvious he was trying to avoid looking at her.

This is no fun at all! She agreed to his time and ended the call.