Behind the Scenes of bar cruising: Hidden Paths and Wonders

On a cliff at dawn in bar cruising, 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 bar cruising,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “bar cruising, bar cruising, bar cruising!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “bar cruising” bliss.