xsmater: Tales of Courage, Mystery, and Love

On a cliff at dawn in xsmater, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with xsmater,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “xsmater, xsmater, xsmater!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “xsmater” bliss.