Angst Poses Novels & Stories

He groped her breast which was all padded. Mr. Cooper tore the strings of her dress And it fell from her shoulder. Her upper body was naked and all in front of him. He gulped down his saliva opened his pants and pushed it down. He was in his briefs and his bulged shaft was making her scared of the scene. "Protect yourself Angel", Her Ammo's Words rang in her ears and she collected her all strength and screamed, "No" She punched his jaw with her little fist and kicked him where the sun didn't shine.

-Now give this asshole what he wants and tear his fucking arms off. That’s my girl. I’m not sure if it’s possible to smirk in this form or not, but I try anyway as I tentatively take a step closer to Angus, who watches my every move. I have more control over the ultima than I ever have, but our anger is begging to get the better of us the more we see him cling to what is ours. Angus puts his arm out for me shyly and I move toward it, not even bothering to break eye contact with Maggie, who sits looking like an angel with no fear.

I clapped in amazement. “Wow.” “Now you,” he said. My jaw dropped. “Are you serious?” “No.” Caleb broke into laughter. “We’re going to start with easier stuff. I’ll show you a pose, you’ll mirror it, and I’ll come over to adjust you.” “Maybe I won’t need adjustment…” “Maybe.” Caleb’s lips made a skeptical straight line. “First one is easy. T-pose.” “Let me guess,” I said. I tilted to the side with a hand curved toward my hip and the other arm extended, as if I were pouring out the bittersweet liquid.

"Do you trust me?" "Yes, Mistress." "Okay, remember your safe word. I won't take you further than you can go but tonight I'm pushing." I kiss her forehead and love the lovely tremble of her lips. I point down to the carpet. "Disrobe and take your position." Angela removes her short dress, folds it, and puts it to the side. She drops to her knees with her legs slightly open and her palms facing up on her thighs.

“Do you need a break?” I shake my head, not as a response to his question, but to the internal battle about to consume me. “Good.” He assumes it is my reply and resumes his job. I take a deep breath. Eyes on him, but not for long I start battling the urge to look down. Foot fetish is my dark fantasy. One that I’d rather take to my grave than explore. Because one silly mistake and it may affect my brand. “Pose like you're selling those straps to me.” He groans, quite frustrated at my poses. “Tilt your face… just a little…”

She raises her phone and picks one random one from the top of her phone search list (you heard me right I said search list…these two dingbats googled dares) "To send a risque picture to your ex and caption it with I miss you baby and you have to show us the photographic proof young lady." I mentally gag at the thought of Ang's ex while I did not have the displeasure of meeting him from what she had told me…he was a horrible little troll that always gaslight Ang and always made her feel small.

with the baby, I can't turn invisible. "ma I will tell you if you tell me the same thing" oh no, humans are not supposed to see angels right they will freak out, I stare at the baby in my arm and stare back at the lady, her eyes widen like a broad leaf, her eyes drop to the baby and she covers her mouth with her hand, she looks shocked, ok this isn't how I wanted to hand over the baby but I have no choice now, I fly to her and I hold out the baby she stretches her hand and I place the baby on it and smile at her, the baby off I can now turn invisible, she can't see me anymore, she looks around and looks back at the baby, a partner that she calls Edward falls to his kneels, she did the same,

Bending. I managed to raise one trembling foot, placing it against the cold, slick edge of the boat. The shift in position flipped my body forward, almost into an L-shape. My hips rose high, ass in the air, legs spread wide. My swollen lips and slick, twitching hole were on full display-shameless, obscene, soaking. The position was degrading. Animalistic. It was the kind of pose a bitch would take in heat, lifting her tail for the alpha.

Angela said but she was too weak to fight. "Don't worry, I will take care of you. You need me right now," the man said as he carried her up the staircase to his room. Inside his room, he laid Angela on the bed and took off his robe leaving him in his small shorts which were hiding under his potbelly. He positioned the camera in such a way that it would capture more of Angela making it look like it was a mutual thing. Angela kept moving on the bed. He exposed her chest to his lusting eyes, lowered his head and picked up her peaches into his mouth. His other was all over her body.

“On your back. Legs spread wide and held open. Arms above your head. You’re going to be my perfect little model. That means you stay completely still. No matter what I do to you. Understand?” I nod, throat dry, and climb onto the wide wooden table covered with a soft sheet. I lie back, stretch my arms overhead, and part my thighs obscenely wide. My knees are bent, feet planted flat, pussy completely open and on display under the bright overhead lights. The pose is pure filth—every pink, dripping inch of me exposed like a living sculpture for his eyes and hands.