Booktok Pose Novels & Stories

I let the robe fall from my shoulders slowly, sensually, keeping my eyes on the camera. He was silently watching my every move through the camera, and I knew he was affected because of the growing tent between his legs. Going down on my knees, I arched my back, cupping breasts in my hand and I closed my eyes. Images of someone else doing it to me made me squirm with pleasure. I lay on the couch, my heels on the floor, legs crossed, fingers clenched into my thighs. A few shots were captured. "Next pose, gem," his voice was so low that I would have missed it if I hadn't been anticipating his words.

She grinned briefly. "Okay, let's get one of you bent over and looking back. Just like that... so hot," Camille commented. She put her through a dozen more poses and finally had her on all fours on the ground, her hair splayed over her back and Kelly looking smolderingly back at the camera while she had her hips low to the ground and her thighs spread out widely. There was an incredibly tantalizing view of her pussy and her deliciously round rump. The pose made her want someone to come and shove a cock in her, though the thought of the act made her blush again.

“Drop your chest. Lift your sit bones. Good boy.” I was already half-hard, my thin gray shorts doing nothing to hide the growing bulge. The heat, the stretch, his touch, and my pounding heart, it was all too much. We moved into warrior poses, then into deeper hip openers. Kai demonstrated pigeon pose at the front, his body folding beautifully, ass flexing under those shorts. I could see the thick outline of his cock pressed against the fabric, heavy even while soft. My mouth watered. By the time we reached the floor for supine twists and bridges, I was dripping sweat and precum. Kai walked the room again. When he got to me, he knelt between my spread legs as I held a bridge pose.

-Yes, I want to see them," she said anxious to see them. Booke released his arms which were holding two small bodies, one on top of the other, in a comfortable position. He lay down on his back so that he could leave his arms open on either side of his body, so that Nathan could see his children. Nathan approached the one with black hair and took it in his arms.

“Now I want you to press your chest to the floor, and I want you to make sure you don’t let your bended knee fall flat.” Just like she said, I pressed my chest onto the floor till my breasts were placed hard against it, pressed and stayed down. “Oh nice, just like this.” She pressed my waist further to the floor, leaving my bum bare and exposed. I have never felt so vulnerable and exposed, yet so strangely entertained by the idea of learning poses. “Now this pose is called the dog pose.” She said, then kicked my legs apart. “The king would be behind you. He would claim you from behind, and it is important you retain this pose till he finishes.” She said.

~Tove "Put your book down, we are leaving." I look up, seeing Keo leaning up against the threshold of my bedroom. "You would interrupt me at the good part," I growl, position my bookmark in the crease of the book before slamming it shut. He smiles wickedly. I thought today was going to be about starting to work with my magic, although he clearly has something else in mind. "Up," he instructs. I swing my life over the edge of the bed. "Where are we going?"

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 was. Finally, the full offering pose. Forearms on the furs, forehead pressed down, hips tilted impossibly high, thighs spread to their limit. My ass was presented shamelessly, cheeks parted by the angle. My hole winked and fluttered continuously, slick pouring out in visible, wet trails. My cock pressed hard against my abdomen, twitching with every frantic heartbeat. The scouts leaned in slightly, their gazes devouring the shameless display without shame.

I confessed and she smiled reassuringly at me. “I don’t think you should worry about them, just poise prettily and leave the work for them to do, If there’s a photographer I trust, they are this set of people.” She assured. “Now the first pose you’ll be doing is the one you’ll be sitting and resting your back on the chair while trying to protrude your stomach outside to look bigger, so you plan another one on your thigh to make it look like a double ball, signifying the twins you’re carrying.” He demonstrated.

He doesn’t sound the least bit impressed. I scowl at him. “I don’t see you giving up any suggestions.” He sighs and takes my phone. “Try to pose a little bit.” Easier said than done. I’m not naturally graceful looking so I have no idea what he means by pose. “Turn sideways slightly and hike your leg up a little. Keep the bag down at your side and smile.” I attempt to do as he asks but I feel silly. “Hold that.” He says and starts to take a few pictures. “Okay now stand straight and hold the bag with both hand sin front of you. Tilt your head slightly and smile.”