Ben 10 Pose Novels & Stories

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.

I heard Ben yell as he walked back into the room. I whistled as I looked him over. "Damn!" He grinned. "How do I look?" He asked doing a 360. "Like a piece of heaven," I responded, taking out my phone to take some shots of him. He looked amazing in a dark green suit paired with a tan colored turtle neck shirt and similar colored ankles shoes. I smiled and whistled repeatedly as I took shots of him. Ben sure knew how to rock his blue eyes and sandy hair. As I positioned myself to take one last shot, he grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the door. "Adrian's hereee."

I say. "Say what?" "You're a million times hotter than me," I say in explanation, thinking Bennet probably doesn't know what a Prada bag looks like, gotta show him mine later. "You think I'm hot, huh?" asks Bennet, grinning. He leans off the bed, and then proceeds to pull of his shirt and sweater, standing half-naked like me with his jeans on, and everything above his belt all for my eyes only. Grinning still, playfully, he strikes a funny muscle pose, which actually does serve to make me grin and stop feeling so shy as I do.

The line of my spine. I held the pose. Counted to ten. Then I lowered into cobra. Chest up. Back arched. The sports bra left nothing to the imagination. His hands were white-knuckled. Fisted so tight I thought he might break something. I moved into bridge pose. Hips lifted off the mat. Back arched. Chest pushed up toward the ceiling. Held it. Breathed. Let him look. That's when he moved. He was Fast. Predatory. I barely had time to lower my hips before he was there. Towering over me.

He kisses my lips and then takes his seat. "He's right, Baby Doll. If you want to wait for us in a pose, you can modify the Humble pose and bend over the table, staying on your feet, or use the Wait pose. That would probably be easiest and less strenuous," Merrick comes up close and caresses my round belly, "You remember the Wait pose, don't you, Baby Doll?" "Yes, Sir. Feet spread apart, hands behind my back, eyes forward." Tingles race through me as he nibbles on my earlobe.

asked Ben who was sitting next to Eren. "Yeah, pretty much Ben. Maybe it's because I haven't been exercising much lately, hosh hosh…” Eren answered with his breath coming out of breath. "Hehehe, this is just Eren's warm-up. We still have ten more exercises to do,” said Ben, laughing a little. "What?! There are ten more?!” said Eren surprised.

Ben regretted not coming with her camera, she took some pictures with her phone and made a mental note to edit them later. "Let's take some pictures." She said to Roshan who declined at first. "I know you don't like taking pictures but it's cute." She took a quick shot when he was looking away from her. "You're so hot." She showed the pictures to him, his hands were dipped into the pocket of the joggers he wore and he was looking away, she took the picture of his side view. "Want to pose for more?" He smiled and said nothing. "Common, don't be shy." He did pose three more times and she took beautiful pictures of him. "Now, my turn." She gave the phone for him to snap her, he took the first s

“We make a good team.” “We don’t have a team,” I muttered under my breath. He grinned. “Not yet.” Ignoring him, I walked past the crab-shaped figure and stopped in front of the Dancer’s Pose. Something about it caught my eye. It looked harder than the rest, but at least it didn’t make me look like a crawling idiot. “Player 0467 has chosen Dancer’s Pose,” the voice echoed. Hoodie guy let out a small laugh behind me. “Dancer’s Pose, huh?”

Just slightly, just enough to let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Ben was standing in what looked like a gym, the background blurred just enough to put every ounce of focus on him. He was looking slightly off-camera, his head turned just so, as though someone had called his name right at the moment the shutter clicked, and he hadn’t fully turned yet. It gave the photo an accidental quality, like a real moment rather than a posed one, which somehow made it worse—more dangerous. His chest was bare.

I had meant it to sound like a joke, but it only sounded how I really felt—in total awe. Ben stared back in shock for a few seconds before his face erupted into an enormous grin. "Yo, Todd!" he called over his shoulder. "Come out here and lookie what I got us!" His words sent a shiver through my spine; there was something proprietary, something dangerous about them. I didn't know Todd, the taller, leaner boy who appeared behind Ben with the twisted-up towel swung over his shoulder and not a stitch anywhere else on his body. But he looked familiar; I was sure I had seen him around somewhere; his short buzz cut was unmistakable and was a sharp contrast to Ben's blonde, wavy locks. But his cock