Angst Poses Novels & Stories

Meanwhile Carla’s in the back corner laid across a large red chase lounge. With her legs in the air as a sexy ass oiled downed police officer leans over her working his hips like a damn porn star. Which was mild compared to the Tarzan guy who had his head under Steph’s skirt for a suspiciously long time. Or the guy in the toga who was grinding in Antoinette’s face as he lifts his skirt and shoves his hand in his waist band. But the funniest of all was Angie who obviously had way too much to drink because she literally keeps challenging the dude in the elephant trunk G-string to a twerk battle. My face is sore by the time I get done laughing at the bucking and jerking motions she is making tr

An angel made purely for the devil. I have my reasons for the cold demeanor I maintain. When I get angry, no one can control me. You can say, I have some serious anger issues and well, nothing really can be done about it. I decided to go to my gym to blow off some steam. It's been a few days since I've worked out. This matter with the rogues is what's taking up most of my time. As I was about to enter my gym, I felt someone was already there. I could hear the person was having an intense boxing session by the continuous banging. The person was taking out their anger on the punching bag. As I neared the door, the same smell of lavender and chocolate hit me and what I saw after that, had my ja

The next day, Andrew and I shot a revealing shower scene at the loft studio. We did everything we could think of to do to each other, without actually having sex. We started out just soaping each other's naked bodies. He then pressed me up against the wall and kissed me passionately, while pretending to finger my asshole. Once we were both hard, I knelt and posed like I was sucking his hard cock. To make it extra hot, I even posed while holding his shaft and licking his cock head. I then posed like I was running him and stroking his cock. He then returned the favor by pretending to suck my cock before posing with his face buried between my ass cheeks. We got a great photo of him squeezing my

“This will help us understand how you interact on camera. Just simple poses—arm over shoulder, standing side by side, a casual chat pose. Show us your natural chemistry.” Sky paired up with Aron, as expected. Aron tossed an arm around Sky’s shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world, and Sky smiled, feeling more relaxed now that he had warmed up to the camera. Night, who had just finished posing with Sam, paused mid-sip from his water bottle when he saw them. He watched as Sky laughed softly at something Aron whispered, his hand resting lightly on Sky’s upper back during the next pose. The corner of Night’s jaw tightened slightly.

Arthur must notice me staring at the hard planes of his chest and the slope of his shoulders, because he clears his throat. “How should I pose?” I jump slightly at the sound of his voice, my face instantly reddening. “However you want,” I say, hoping my voice doesn’t tremble too much. “Just make sure it’s a pose you can hold for a while.” Arthur hesitates, considering, then crosses his legs and hooks one elbow over the back of the chair. “How’s this?” My throat bobs at the casual posture. In clothes is bad enough, but shirtless… I feel like I’m a flustered schoolgirl all over again.

The G-string was thin, barely a whisper of fabric, and I knew with the way I was positioned, with the way the light fell, that the soft folds of my pussy were almost visible, just barely contained by the scrap of pink lace. I watched his throat move, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, but he said nothing. The camera clicked. One shot. Then another. I shifted, turning in the chair, letting my back arch as I positioned my ass toward him. The net socks pulled tight over my thighs, the suspender belt cutting a dark line across my hips, and I looked over my shoulder at the black circle of the lens. The camera clicked again. I threw pose after pose at him, each one more obscene than the las

I thought about the staging for a long time before settling on the kitchen scene. Angelo stood nervously over the counter, avoiding my gaze. He tried, but he couldn't maintain the distance, not with the way I leaned on the counter, emphasizing my body. His gaze dropped from my eyes, resting briefly at the curve of my breasts. I was wearing a small, figure-hugging black top that did little to conceal my shape. They pushed against the flimsy material like pebbles, eager to be free. "Annika." He gulped, his gaze snapping back to my face. "Why did you suddenly call me? Do you need any help?" He sounded nervous, almost as if he thought I might bite his head off at any moment.

I named that pose "Fairy Dance." For the fourth pose, my body faced sideways while my eyes stared sharply at the front camera. Meanwhile, the other hand tossed my white shoulder bag so that the bag floated in the air as if posing with me, with me as the controller of the bag's leash. My bag eventually fell off the stage.

AMBROSIA My body is made for sin: full breasts, narrow waist, flared hips, long legs, and smooth pale skin begging to be marked and claimed. I know my stalker is watching from somewhere in my room, still hidden in the shadows. Well, since he wants a show, I will gladly give him one. I will let him watch me as I work out my anger and frustration between my thighs. Slowly, I walk towards my big canopy bed, my hips swaying on purpose. On reaching the bed, I climb onto it and crawl to the center before I lie back against the soft mountain of pillows.

They’re waiting for me. Jax is there, shirtless, muscles flexing under the light. Beside him: the pierced guy from last week, a new broad-shouldered stranger with tattoos snaking up his arms, and the strap-on woman—let’s call her Lena—already harnessed, silicone cock thick and ready. “On the dais, Angela,” Jax commands, voice low and rough. “Hands behind your back.” I climb up, heart slamming, knees weak with want. They circle me like predators—slow, deliberate. Jax binds my wrists with silk—loose enough to struggle if I want, tight enough to remind me who’s in control tonight.