David Owain Hughes 

Little Miss Bendy Hips

Fresh out of the shower after her six-mile morning run, Serenity wiped the mirror free of steam and eyed her naked form in the bathroom mirror. “Not bad,” she muttered, turning this way and that, studying her raised glutes and sculpted thighs. “Nowhere near as tight or as uplifted as I used to be, but looking great for forty-eight,” she continued, her hands roaming over her small, perky tits and hardened nipples.  

She pawed at her developing six-pack, her pussy giving off a slight tingle as her fingers probed her tensed stomach muscles and the rock-hard area around her pubic bone. She giggled, catching a glimpse of glistening beads of water on her pussy lips, and had to stop from inserting digits inside herself. 

Getting in shape has made me a hornier minx, she thought. Look good, feel good. That was her motto. Her mantra. 

Serenity lifted her arms up, elbows in line with her shoulders. She flexed her biceps and then triceps. “Shoulders and arms are coming along, Serenity girl, and I’m going to look in tiptop shape for my Christmas holiday to Tinseltown Island.”

With a smile, she turned from the mirror and grabbed a towel off the heated radiator, wrapping her body in its soft cosiness. She knocked the bathroom light off and crossed the landing to her bedroom, where she dried herself and tossed the damp towel onto her bed. 

“I’ll leave my hair dry naturally,” she said, looking out the window as dawn broke. “It’s going to be another glorious day—morning yoga in the garden, methinks. See if I can finally get my face between my legs.” She giggled. “Don’t want a man. Won’t need a man.”

Serenity rolled out her yoga mat and lay on it, smashing in 100 press-ups and 200 sit-ups, feeling her shoulders and core burn. 

“Fuck yes,” she said, not a sweat or breath broken. She hopped to her feet, going to her chest of drawers. “Commando?” She smiled at the thought of how her yoga trousers rubbing against her pussy made her feel. 

Serenity bit her lower lip, dug her stretching gear out of a drawer, and slipped into the flimsy trousers and sports bra. She turned to the window, the curtains wide open, hoping someone out there had had a good, perverted looked at her nude form. With any luck, Melissa saw me, the dirty cow.

With a laugh, Serenity spun around, catching an eyeful of her tightly wrapped, curvelicious bod in the tall mirror behind her bedroom door. “You fucking rockstar,” she said, leaving her room. 

Down in the kitchen, she made herself a protein shake and downed it, then grabbed a bottle of ice-cold water from the fridge. She headed towards the back door, ready to get her stretch on, and halted. Damn, I forgot my yoga mat. 

She returned to her bedroom to fetch the workout mat, grabbing a hand towel while she was there, and made her way outside into the garden. Serenity then dropped everything onto the ground. She unrolled her mat, placing the towel and chilled bottle of water close to hand. 

Serenity performed a few basic standing stretches to warm the body back up, beginning with side and front bends. She then moved on to rotating the neck in one direction and then the other, finishing off by revolving the shoulders and swivelling the hips. 

That should do it, she thought, knowing the rest of her had gotten a good limbering up after the exertion of her run and body-weighted exercises. 

Now, do I follow a yoga workout by the YouTube, Kama Sutra sex queen Kim Low, or do my own thing? she wondered. Monday, I worked the lower body, Tuesday the top, and Wednesday I did a mix. I’ve also practiced the self-eating pussy pose twice, as recommended by Low. Fuck it—once more won’t harm, and I’m so close to being able to probe my own lettuce with my tongue!   

A fresh tingle assaulted her privates, the rub of her yoga pants already having their effect on Serenity as she took a few deep breaths to still and clear her mind. 

“Empty the head of all thoughts,” she said aloud, stopping the slight tremble that rattled its way through her body. “Breathe, Serenity.”

Once she’d practiced her inhales and exhales, calming herself, she began: Warrior pose. Down dog position. Back bends. Body twists. Hip openers. Lower back practices.

When she felt comfortable and loose, Serenity sat with her legs crossed, knees stacked, and began the ‘oral sex’ pose. 

Maybe I should have left the yoga trousers off, she thought, bending forward, inching her face closer to her groin. A smile played across her lips as her nose brushed against cloth. The thin scent of her lady garden mixed with sweat wafted up her nostrils. Damn, I’m so much nearer than I was Monday, she continued to muse, her head now bent at an extreme angle, her neck and shoulders beginning to burn. I should hold it here, no deeper. I shouldn’t be feeling pain . . . But I’m so close. Just a bit more pushing and—

“Ow!” she cried as something popped in her lower back.

Serenity’s muscles contracted, sending her into a series of painful spasms.

Her body locked into place.

“Shit. Shit! I can’t mo – Ow!” 

Breathe, she reminded herself, repeating Low’s soothing instructions. Relax, and the body will soften. 

Tears rolled down her face, realisation setting in, as she sat there for minutes on end without change. 

Feels like the pain is getting worse!

She began to rock back and forth, trying to loosen up. If I could just get my head—fuck!

Searing pain whizzed down her spine, into her buttocks. 

Oh God. “Help. Help!”

She lost her balance, toppling backwards, stuck on her back like a turtle on its shell. 

She cried out as a hamstring pinged and a hip exploded. Fresh tears flooded down her face, her throat drying out to the consistency of sand. The sun, now high in the sky, sizzled her skin, turning her paradise into a death trap.   

Breathe, babe, please! she told herself. If I can just push the pain out of my head and roll onto my front, I’ll be able to use my hands to claw myself up to the house. Once inside, I’ll be able to use the phone. 

“Okay,” she said. “One.” Serenity took in a lungful of air, letting it out slowly. “Two.” This is going to sting. “Thr—”

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

Serenity froze. The voice sounded like it was coming from somewhere near her back gate.

“If it isn’t Little Miss Bendy Hips, with her teeny tiny tits and arse that resembles two boiled eggs in a hankey,” the person went on. “Stuck? It’s a good thing I was watching then, isn’t it?”

An ear-piercing laugh haunted Serenity’s eardrums. The cackle of the perverted, she thought, trying to get a look at who was talking to her. But she didn’t need to see him to know it wasLechy Lee, the twisted neighbourhood fuck who’d been caught stealing numerous amounts of knickers off clotheslines in the area. Her gut dropped. And I’m at his fucking mercy . . .

She gagged as the image of his lank, greasy hair and grubby, half-chewed fingernails popped into her mind. “He always smells like dried come,” she’d overhead Melissa say a while back. “Stinks worse than wet dog to boot.”

“Lee, please call for an ambulance. I’m in total agony. One of my hips have blown out, and my hamstring, and—”

“Oh, I’m going to help, all right. Think you’re pretty clever though, don’t you? Flaunting your naked body in your windows for the whole world to see, asking for it.”

“What? No, it’s not like that! And you shouldn’t be fucking spying, you creepy perv.”

“Bitches like you love it. The attention. The desire you make everyone feel.”

“Lee, please – I’m begging you!”

“If I help, what’ll I get in return?” He paused, and she imagined him rubbing his hardening cock. “A blowie? Hand job? Will you let me come deep inside you?”

“Oh, you gross fucker.”

“Well, if that’s how you feel, maybe I’ll leave you to it?”

Shit. She needed assistance, and fast. I’m going to have to cut a deal with him.She gagged again, thinking about the dried come comment Melissa had made, wondering if his underwear were encrusted with it. Breathe, she thought, conjuring the face and exuberant voice of her YouTube idol. “Okay, okay. I’ll . . . I’ll suck it for you. How’s that? I’ll even drink your load!” 

“Hmm, I don’t know. Are you only saying that so I help you?” 

“It’s a good offer, Lee. The best you’ll ever get.”

“Maybe.” 

“Come on, man—I can’t move, and the agony I’m in is overbearing.”

“I’m thinking, Serenity. Don’t get yourself twisted in a bunch,” he said, snickering.

Jesus Christ, what a fucking lose— 

Her thought derailed as a new pain racked her, her scalp on fire.

Lee had a handful of her hair wrapped around his fist. “Do you know what? No deal, bitch. I’m going to have my way with you. Do as I please, and then return you in your stuck state. I’ll deny everything. Hell, you may even die out in your garden.”

“What? No! Lee, please! You can’t—Argh!”

Serenity bawled as she was dragged along by her locks, her leggings and tufts of mane yanking free.

He manoeuvred her through her garden gate and into the alleyway, towards his own back garden. 

“Oh, Serenity. We’re going to have so much fun!”

Lee opened the gate to the rear of his home, ripped her into his space, and kicked the wooden door closed behind him.