Chapter 1106 Someone’s Coming
Just as Kevin's lips were about to touch Daisy's, the sound of a key turning in the lock startled them both. They hastily separated from their embrace.
The security door swung open, and Laura entered, carrying a large violin case. She complained playfully as soon as she walked in, “Mom, I'm starving. What delicious food did you make? It smells so good.”
“Laura, look who’s here!” Daisy instinctively tidied her slightly disheveled hair and walked to the foyer with a warm smile. She took her daughter’s violin case and helped her get out of her shoes.
“Who is it? Why so mysterious?” Laura turned towards the kitchen and saw Kevin awkwardly waving at her. She huffed, pouted, and walked straight to her room, clearly displeased with him.
“This girl, so impolite,” Daisy frowned and signaled Kevin to go and appease her daughter.
Kevin gathered his courage and approached Laura's bedroom door. He knocked lightly and said, “Laura, it’s me. Open the door. I want to talk to you.”
“Hmph, I'm not in the mood to talk to you today. You go talk to my mom,” came Laura's petulant voice from inside the room.
Kevin turned to Daisy for help, but she waved at him to continue trying.
“Laura, please open the door. Even if you’re mad at me, I need to know why. How else can I make it right?”
After a moment, the door opened. Laura stood there in a pink nightgown, her slender, pale legs exposed. Her long eyelashes fluttered lightly. “Kevin, do you know what you did wrong?”
“Yes, I was wrong,” Kevin said hurriedly, realizing that his attitude was the most important thing at the moment, as learned from his experiences with his cousin.
“What did you do wrong?”
Kevin was stumped. How could he know what he had done to upset her? Women’s hearts were as inscrutable as the ocean. Who knew which remark had offended her?
Seeing Kevin’s silence, Laura began to close the door. Kevin quickly reached out to stop it, only for the door to catch his hand. He yelped in pain.
“You deserve that,” Laura said, releasing the door and returning to her desk, picking up her book.
Kevin rubbed his hand as he walked into the room, not forgetting to flash a V-sign at Daisy, who couldn’t help but laugh. This guy had quite the knack for dealing with her daughter, even resorting to the pain tactic. Daisy turned and walked upstairs, thinking it would take Kevin a while to appease her daughter. It was the perfect time for her to do some yoga. They had been on a trip to Europe this summer, exercising less than usual, and she felt she had gained some weight around her waist. As a dancer, Daisy managed her figure very strictly, which was why, even at forty, she maintained a slender figure akin to that of a young girl.
Entering her bedroom on the second floor, Daisy took off her nightgown and changed into a tight yoga outfit. The top was a cream-colored, quick-drying sports bra that snugly encased her ample breasts without shifting, even during intense movements. She paired it with black yoga pants that accentuated her shapely, peach-like buttocks. Since she was exercising at home, Daisy forwent underwear, preferring comfort. However, the fabric clung to her body, clearly outlining the shape of her full and plump labia, exuding mature feminine allure.
She placed her yoga mat on the balcony and began her warm-up exercises, proceeding to perform several basic yoga poses: plank, warrior II, triangle, extended side angle, and crescent. Having practiced yoga for three to four years, and with a dancer's foundation, Daisy executed the moves effortlessly, gracefully displaying the gentle and sensuous curves of her body. It was a captivating sight.
Initially, Daisy took up yoga to shed the fat around her waist but later discovered it could also improve her posture, enhance sleep quality, and alleviate anxiety. Hence, she had adhered to a daily hour of yoga practice religiously, even attending classes on weekends to share experiences with fellow yoga enthusiasts.
Moreover, she learned that many people practiced yoga to enhance their intimate lives. A few young women in her class mentioned that improved flexibility allowed them to try more complex positions during sex. Daisy, feeling awkward at first, soon realized yoga was intrinsically linked to ancient Indian sexual practices. In Sanskrit, the word "yoga" relates to "yoni" and "linga," symbolizing the union of male and female genitalia.
This significant aspect of yoga seemed redundant for Daisy, as her conjugal life with Oliver was practically nonexistent. Despite her toned peaches and waistline, and ability to perform challenging poses like Savasana, the spark in Oliver's eyes had long faded, leaving only dullness and exhaustion. His indifference to her subtle cues was disheartening. While middle-aged men faced immense pressures, the plight of middle-aged women, especially those who had tasted the brilliance of life like Daisy, went unheeded. Her life seemed enviable to others—affluent, a successful husband, an accomplished daughter—but who could truly understand her inner turmoil and helplessness?
After a series of more challenging poses, Daisy stood on her yoga mat, feet hip-width apart, taking a deep breath. She bent forward, slightly parting her lips to exhale, aligning her spine horizontally, knees bent, hands resting on her thighs with outstretched arms. Breathing again, her flat, firm abdomen contracted visibly inward, forming a hollow. She maintained this for nearly a minute before slowly inhaling, letting her abdomen return to its original state. This difficult technique, known as abdominal binding or Uddiyana Bandha, took Daisy over six months to master.
Not only did abdominal binding strengthen her abdominal and oblique muscles, making her waistline more svelte, but it also massaged her internal organs, aiding detoxification. It was an essential part of her daily regimen. Initially, after completing a set, her abdominal muscles would burn intensely, leaving her uncomfortable for days.
However, over time, Daisy noticed her waistline becoming trim and firm, with increased flexibility. She realized that abdominal binding also affected her uterus and vagina, making her vaginal muscles as tight and elastic as in her youth, to the extent she could control their tightness at will. Daisy was astonished by this discovery; perhaps this was the true purpose of abdominal binding. Indeed, India seemed to be a civilization dedicated to the relentless exploration of sexual techniques.
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