Bend Her Novels & Stories

I asked bending over ,while I lick her collarbone. "Damn it ,you are good at what you do"She mutters with her Eyes close and she bite her lower lips ,that is it ,I couldn't back down now ,when ever she does that ,she always have the energy of turning me on to a point of no return and that is what just happened.

It’s not even close to a shove, but it seems I’m so unbalanced it’s enough to make me falter. I blink. “That’s… reassuring.” “I’m not here to reassure you.” She snorts, already barking her next instruction, “Bend your knees.” As soon as I do as she says, she grimaces. “Not that much. You look like a frightened deer trying not to slip on ice.” Off to a very good start.

I stared back at her. “It wasn’t about the timing,” I began, “I just needed to see if you could do it on your own.” She sighs. “Turn around.” I do as she asks. Less than a minute later, she says, “Okay.” When I turn back around to face her, she has the towel wrapped around her, still showing off her semi long legs, somewhat bulky arms, and shoulders. Her hair soaked. Again it reminds me of the term, rebirth. And again, I was in awe. “I cheated.”

Bending over and clutching her temples, she put down the herbs she was holding. Following that, she inhaled deeply to calm the agony. "Miss!"

She replied to me amd raised my leg up, making it reach my head and allowing my toes crunch. “Okay.” I held my legs steady to my head, putting my hands underneath my legs to balance myself. “Damn. That is some good positioning that you got there, baby. Are you a gymnast?” She teased me out loud, slapping the side of my ass and grabbing it seductively. “Not really but I do know how to bend over.” “Oh, darling. You are making me want to marry you.” I brought out my finger for emphasis. “Then put a ring on my finger.”

If the rules tried to box her in, she was already figuring out where she could bend them, how far she could go without breaking anything. That’s what real power felt like.

Its light slid over her collar, turning iron to silver for a heartbeat. She breathed out, slow and sure. *Bend, do not break.* ---

The woman’s smile was small, tight, and not kind. “Not the cup,” she whispered. “The air bends where you learn to notice. Your mind bends first. So watch first, and move later.” The first exercise was simple enough…. And Zara followed the motions Ma Erene demonstrated, shifting her weight from foot to foot, moving her hands in the same small, deliberate patterns.

she mumbles as she caresses his face. "Go, you don't have to be afraid; you know that I love my women striking and curvy." He winked at her. "We can continue where we left off..." She smiles at him as she gets up, making me see her whole body dress. A short kneel-length body hug-red gown. She is exposing the whole of her back to her waist end. Her curvy figure was —Very manipulative shape, her big breast firm at the top of her neck. Her dark hair is in a deep curl, with too much make-up, as if she's a slut in a movie.

I turned her around and led her to the back of a couch, making her bend over, leaning her midriff down on the back of the couch so she was crossed over it, shoulders and arms resting on the couch on the other side with her long hair pouring down both shoulders. And her waist and hips bent, ass right in front of my crotch.