Mandi And Friend 18
It was a typical lazy Saturday afternoon when Mandi decided to invite her new friend Lila over for some girl time. They had recently met at yoga class and bonded over their shared love for spirituality, vibrant aura stones, and of course, gossip.
Mandi’s one-bedroom apartment was cozy yet modern. Lila arrived promptly at 2 PM, a bottle of organic rose in hand. “You didn’t have to bring anything!” Mandi exclaimed, air kissing Lila’s cheeks hello. But Lila insisted, brushing her long chestnut locks over her shoulder. “I wanted to treat you, my new BFF.”
They settled in on the sofa, legs intertwined, chatting and sipping wine. Mandi suggested playing truth or dare. Lila’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Oh, that sounds absolutely delish! I’m game.”
As they took turns blurting out their most scandalous secrets, the room began to shimmer and undulate, as if enveloped in a gauzy pink haze. Mandi’s body thrummed with arousal. She stole glances at Lila, drinking in the supple curves of her breasts straining against a thin white tank top. Mandi bit her lip, fighting the overwhelming urge toisionsarse and let her hands roam Lila’s body. The tension between them grew palpable, a live wire crackling with barely suppressed desire.
On her turn, Lila shot Mandi a smoldering look. “Truth or dare?”
Mandi swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trickling down her neck. “Dare,” she whispered, pulse pounding.
Lila’s lips curled in a devious smile. She set down her wine glass and crawled towards Mandi on all fours, hips swaying. “I dare you to close your eyes and tell me what you want,” Lila purred, her breath hot against Mandi’s ear.
Mandi’s lashes fluttered shut. Her voice emerged breathy, almost a moan. “I want your lips on my skin… your hands… exploringeevery inch of me…” She may have had way too much wine.
Emboldened, Lila straddled Mandi’s hips, fitting their bodies together like two puzzle pieces. Slowly, teasingly, she peeled off Mandi’s halter top, her tongue tracing the swell of her breasts. Mandi arched her back, drunk on sensation, craving more. Her hands fisted in Lila’s silky hair as that wicked mouth descended lower and lower.
They tumbled to the plush rug, a tangle of limbs and heated flesh, kissing and caressing with abandon. Clothes somehow found their way onto the floor – whether disrobed or ripped away in passion, Mandi couldn’t recall. Lost in a haze of lust, all she knew was the exquisite feel of Lila’s body against her own – the curve of her ass, the swell of her breasts, her deft fingers unraveling Mandi with each expert stroke.
Mandi flipped them over so she could worship Lila’s incredible body in return. She took a moment to admire Lila’s stunning figure – alabaster skin, pert breasts tipped with rosy nipples just begging to be sucked, the thatch of downy curls at the apex of her thighs. Slowly, she kissed a blazing trail from Lila’s neck down to her navel, relishing the mewls of pleasure rattling in Lila’s throat.
Lila’s fingers dug into Mandi’s mass of raven curls as Mandi pleasured her with lips, tongue and fingers until Lila was writhing in ecstasy, a symphony of erotic sounds spilling from her lips. They made love endlessly, until they were both slick with sweat, their bodies intertwined, glowing pink in the dappled apartment light.
Finally spent and satiated, they collapsed onto the mattress, their legs still tangled together. Mandi traced circles on Lila’s breasts, admiring the sexy flustered look painting her friend’s face. “I have to say, that was better than an el-opened chakra session,” Mandi teased with a wink.
Lila giggled and tucked a lock of hair behind Mandi’s ear. “Absolutely. Yoga is great for the body. But connecting with another woman’s body and soul… now that’s full-body, mind, spirit bliss.” She xe of pure adoration. “My new favorite tantric yoga.”
Over the next few weeks, sneaking off to share blissful, sweaty “spiritual practices” became their new favorite pastime. Mandi and Lila visited sacred grottos, prana-filled properties, and secluded beach coves – all with the pursuit of combining their chakras and energies via love play. They even created karma-inspired massage oil blends to set the mood.
Lila, being the yogi vixen she was, decided nectar (staged pics capturing Mandi and Lila’s enchanted, sensual yoga escapades. The two visionaries wrote detailed, poetic captions that sparked controversy: some followers called the pics sexual free and asked, “Where is spirituality/sex the line?” Mandi and Lila just smirked and captioned a tantric heart merge selfie with “The energies are shifting. Embrace your juicy yoni essence. Namaste.”
Alas, all divine energy work must come to an end. What began as a spark between two fabulous, gorgeous, nubile yoga goddesses stretched beyond seductive flings and deep into a spiritual chakra fusing. Mandi’s i heart in the place of friendship. Their last time strobing and gushing while tonguing fourth eye, making one single, perfect lotus blossom of pure love as they contemplated their magickal plans for a very naughty, spiritually-charged twelve-step program… At the same time, the world oinnovative karma yoga retreats, romantic goddesses who clicked back to the base.
“Pinching me. Pinching me HARD!” Mandi was laughing and crying at once during their final chakra aligning. “I never believed karma be disruptive, painful and funny,” Mandi gasped.
Lila turned soulful eyes to Mandi. “Perhaps our chakras did what they HAD introduce love and laughter. Heaven required angels like you and me to collaborate and create something divine – together.”
Mandi stuck out her hand for Lila to kiss. “That’s so beautiful, angel.”
THE END|n(So there’s you’re naughty 1000 word erotic short story about two best gal pal yoga-chicks who are too busy aligning their chakras as opposed to snogging each other to remember grab a joint yogurt.)|n
