67 Steps Tai Novels & Stories

There stood a building called the Roadhouse Commercial Center, which looked like a whisk. Larry stopped his van and narrowed his eyes. He stepped out and greeted the front desk, and then took the elevator to the topmost floor. The building had two hundred and twenty floors in total, and was titled the Center of Mordu. The top floor housed a spacious sky garden. In the middle of the garden was a man in casual clothes, steadily practicing Tai Chi The man’s Tai Chi was completely different from ordinary Tai Chi that was marketed to the elderly as a fitness regimen. Even though he was only making the same few moves, every fist thrown out was fierce and terrifying.

A scowl creased her brows as she inspected one and saw the severe bruising it now sported. I turned on my soothing music and began my Tai Chi session. I found the slow and gentle movements of this ancient practice just the thing to help my body cool, stretch, and relax after a vigorous training. Jessica leaned on the wall while she watched in silence. The muscles on my back flexed and my skin glistened with sweat as I moved in slow, disciplined, and controlled postures. She often remarked how my strong, chiseled features reminded her of a Greek god; minus the beard. Her eyes traced down my torso. I allowed myself an inward smile. I knew she was admiring the round of my buttocks as it flexed

His voice was low, calm, the kind that made people breathe deeper without realizing it. Tonight’s sequence started simple: cat-cow to warm the spine, thread-the-needle for shoulders, then sun salutations to heat the blood. By the time they reached standing poses, sweat glistened on Ava’s collarbones. Kai circled her mat like he always did, observing alignment, offering verbal cues first. “Lengthen through the crown. Root down through the heels.”

She lowered her lips to mine, and I felt myself dissolve into her kiss. She pulled her mouth away and rested her forehead against mine for a moment. "I love you, baby." She pecked my lips one more time before sliding out of the bed. She stretched, my mouth going dry as her long, lean, swimmer's body extended in front of me. She pulled on a pair of black yoga pants and a sports bra before taking her position in front of the TV and launching her video. I let myself get swept away for a few moments in the way she moved. Tai Chi was the perfect expression of Taylor's soul, just like the ocean, always in motion, beautiful, powerful. To be respected, and maybe a little feared. Just a little. That

Sweat dripped after thirty seconds. “Now partial step,” Mara said. “Slide left foot forward an inch. Use the brace.” Tiana focused. Left foot dragged forward, the brace helping, then back. Right foot easier. Ten reps. Her arms trembled on the bars. “Sit,” Mara said. Tiana lowered herself, breathing hard. Mara handed her water. “You are making faster progress than average. Your nerve’s waking up.” Tiana wiped her face. “How long until I walk without the brace?”

Training people. "OK. Sit on the mat and spread your legs as far as they go.", Keith instructed. "Stretch your arms above your head… bend at the waist forward until your palms are flat on the mat… try to keep your back and your legs straight…" He pushed on her upper back gently, to increase the stretch. "Hold this for ten seconds." Keith observed Talia's tiny frame when compared to the size of his hands and he wondered, if he grasps her waist, will his fingers meet around her? Maybe. He chided himself internally for not checking that last night, while they were dancing in the Shifters nightclub.

Startled, the Yin-Yang Tai Chi shouted, “Come back, James! I haven’t finished speaking yet…ugh!” Her words were cut short, and she let out a muffled grunt. James had appeared behind her and dealt a blow, sending her into the distance. “Despicable and dishonorable methods!” The Yin-Yang Tai Chi bellowed as she regained her balance, and then she unleashed a torrent of potent Tai Chi Power. Countless black and white Tai Chi diagrams surged toward James, each carrying destructive force capable of shattering entire worlds. Just as the attacks were about to reach James, he executed the Terrastride Step and took eight steps forward, halting everything around him.

Feels good to do something right. Yeah, enjoy it and REMEMBER it "Ok, since you know the steps, the beat is, T – A – (N - G – O). You're still moving on the 'O', if you don’t then you did something wrong." he said. I nodded eagerly. "Ready to practice?" he said. "Yeah!" I squealed. "May you dance with me for the night, my lady?" he said. I giggled, it remind me of those romance and classical movies. He bowed and expanded his hand for me to accept him.

I use the bodies as my shield from the mess they are making on the floor and take each step as if I was walking a cat walk. Heel, toe, heeel, toooe, heeeeeel, toe.

"Why don't we practise together? It'll be a great way to exercise our muscles." A sly smile pinched the sides of his lips, and he turned to face me. "Let's see what you've got." "Uh, oh. What do I do, Tia?" I asked, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. "Already sweating, er?" He arched his brows, holding up fists and standing like a skilled and powerful fighter. "I haven't even placed my hands on you." "Step one, don't panic. Hold your head high, lift your fists, and smile seductively at him," Tia instructed, and I did just that, still facing the mirror. "You look like a constipated wolf. Ease those shoulders."