Booktok Pose Novels & Stories

There was a book inside, and on the cover, a black and white photo of Melissa wearing only a black lace bodysuit, black thigh-high silk stockings, and stiletto heels, sitting on the edge of a chair with her legs crossed and her body leaning back in a sexy, wonderful pose. My mouth went dry and I opened the book to see the next photo, which was even more sensual and beautiful. She was standing in front of one of the windows in our new house, looking back over her shoulder, holding a glass of wine and wearing a white bra and panty set, with her hair cascading down her back. I quickly closed it and covered the box. This wasn't a book, it was a photo album. She had done a boudoir shoot for me! O

She was about to run out of breath as she looked at his suddenly approaching handsome face. She took a step back, with the glass window behind her, there was nowhere to retreat. "These books aren't mine!" She defended. "And whose are they?" "I don't know..." Jeff opened one of the books, only to see men and women naked and folded over each other. Every part of their bodies could be seen. Especially the man's penis, the picture was very harsh. "Don't you like that too?" "Yes, I just like it. What's wrong?" Kourtney decided to answer honestly.

The thong swimsuit barely hid anything, and with his chest and abb muscles as toned as they were, he wanted to shock the women. ‘Tease me, will you? Let’s see what they have to say about this outfit.’ Blake then walked out of the booth and struck a masculine pose. With the two women deep in a conversation, they didn’t notice Blake’s arrival until he spoke. “Well, ladies, what do you think?” Blake asked, striking a Mr. Universe pose he had seen on television, exposing his well-shaped and toned body for the ladies. “OH MY GOD!” Exclaimed another woman who happened to walk in simultaneously as Blake posed.

The girl behind the counter had a nose ring and purple hair, and she lit up at the sight of Tyler. “Lavender iced latte, please. Oat milk,” I said. She glanced down at Tyler, who was sitting like a statue at my heel. “For you, or him?” I grinned. “Definitely me. He’s more of a peanut butter guy.” Drink in hand, I snagged a corner table near the window and let Tyler curl up beside me. He rested his head on my foot like a warm, breathing slipper. I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off.

I snapped. She gave me a look. “That is not nearly as reassuring as you think it is.” Then she sat cross-legged on the floor. No. Actually, she folded herself into some bizarre twisted position that looked deeply uncomfortable and vaguely concerning. I frowned. “What in the hell are you doing?” She squinted at the page. “The book says this is the proper ritual stance.” Caleb leaned forward slightly. “Are you sure you’re doing that right?” “Yes,” she said defensively. Then she paused before saying, “Probably.”

Not now. That’s when it hit me. An idea so ridiculous it just might work. “How about this,” I said, turning to Sienna. “For the next pose, he kneels at my feet while I stand over him. Something… unconventional.” Sienna’s face lit up. “I love it!” I turned to Nate, his jaw tightened his earlier grin nowhere to be found. my sweetest smile in place. “Unless you want to quit now.”

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.

Then, I shook my *ss provocatively and smiled. With that, I stretched my arms to the ground and dropped my breast to the ground to attain a certain posture that he must've liked. If you haven't tried this pose, make sure your *ss is raised in the air to expose your p*ssy from behind as I did. “Is it done this way?” I asked, wriggling my *ss with my naive eyes. Instead, all I felt his strong arms grab my hips and hit long d*ck puncture through my folds. I had never been that horny. As his d*ck filled me, he slowed pumped his hips while caressing my bottom and thighs.

“Bend over.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. “Here? Now?” “Now.” His tone left no room for argument. “Hands on the desk. Arch your back.” Sophie’s cheeks flamed as she obeyed, placing her palms flat on the cool walnut surface and arching slightly. The position pushed her ass out toward him, her pencil skirt tightening over her curves. She felt obscenely exposed even fully clothed. Alex stepped behind her, one hand resting possessively on her hip. “This is what proper posture looks like when you’re being corrected. Remember it.”

Isabella quick in removing everything from upon her body except that of her thong. Her body quick to move into her submissive pose. A pose that she was slowly getting the hang of thanks to each of her guys. Her body soon kneeling before Alex. Her ass perched upon the heels of her feet while her legs spread slightly apart and her head down. Arms gently resting along her upper thighs with her palms facing upwards. A pose she spent days trying to perfect in order to please them. “Good Girl” purrs Alex upon returning. His hand moving to pet her head gently which causes her to moan. A smirk now dancing along Alex’s face. “Seems to me like my little pet has a praise kink as well.”