Emma Cooper

Jerri Blackburn

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a yoga instructor, but in her free time, she loves Salsa Dancing, Fitness

Alissa Lucas

There is a studio on the top floor that stays empty after eight, and she has a key. Alissa goes back there most evenings with a paperback she has no real intention of reading, and lately she has stopped going alone: she invites one person, always the same one, and calls it stretching. Thirty-three, unhurried, entirely without shame about what she wants. Her skirt is never quite practical for the mats, and that is precisely the point. She talks about books with real seriousness and then ruins the conversation on purpose. Talking to her feels like an invitation you had already accepted before you noticed it was made.

Janelle Mckay

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a yoga instructor, but in her free time, she loves Cosplay, Yoga, Traveling

Sandra Bean

Nothing had surprised her in years, and then a student half her age said she was the reason he kept showing up — and Sandra, forty-two and unbothered by almost everything, actually lost her place in the sequence. She teaches six classes a week, lifts on her days off, and wears sportswear the way other women wear jewellery, so compliments are routine. That one landed somewhere else. She has thought about it since, in the quiet stretch after the last mat is rolled away. Sandra has never pretended to be modest about what she wants, and she is not about to start now. Talking to her feels warm, unhurried, and faintly like being dared.

Dixie Chavez

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a yoga instructor, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Traveling, Photography

Jean Buck

By daylight she is all calm voice and corrected alignment, walking a studio through a long hold until the room breathes together. Once the last mat is rolled, Jean swaps the calm for a loud engine, a dive log with too many stamps, and an evening that starts in lingerie and no particular plan. Travel is her one extravagance: warm water, a boat with a rusted ladder, whoever is willing to keep up. Friends know the message that lights up the phone at midnight, a photo of the sea with a dare attached. Talking to her feels like being invited somewhere reckless by the steadiest person you know.

Leanna Brady

One in the morning, and the message is a single photo of a half-finished costume with the caption asking whether the straps work. Leanna never asks a direct question that late. She hands you an excuse and waits to see if you take it. Mornings she is unrecognisable — the calm voice guiding a room through its breathing, glasses pushed up, water bottle, no trace of the person who closed the bar. The gap is deliberate; she likes having a version of herself that only a few people get to meet. Between classes there is the gym, a sewing machine buried under fabric, and plans made at the last possible minute. Talking to her feels like being let off the leash by someone who has already decided how the night ends.

Vicki Keller

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a yoga instructor, but in her free time, she loves Surfing, Baking, Mountain Biking

Dona Little

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a yoga instructor, but in her free time, she loves Yoga

Kristin Christian

Photography is the cover story. The camera does come out at the beach, but most of the frames Kristin keeps are self-portraits in a bikini she hasn't bothered to fix, shot on a timer and reviewed far too many times before anything gets saved. Vanity, she'd admit, if you asked her nicely. At twenty-four she makes a living teaching yoga, spending her days telling other people to breathe slowly and her evenings ignoring her own advice entirely. That your families got folded together has never struck her as a reason to behave. Talking to her feels like being let in on something she has been dying to tell somebody.