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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.

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.”

She knew she should stop looking but her curiosity was spiked and there was no going back. Sucking in a quiet, shaky breath, she casually flipped the page and returned her attention to the next image. It was the only one she was familiar with and only because of the way the woman was on her hands and knees like a dog with the man embracing her very intimately from behind and gripping her hips possessively. The famous doggy position. She imagined it was him holding her in such position and–

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.”

she asked. He nodded automatically. “Yeah. Sure.” They moved into position. The poses began. Leaning back-to-back. Arms intertwined. Supporting one another’s weight. Slow, synchronized breathing. It was meant to feel grounding. Healing. Intimate. And it did. Just not with the right person.

“Now bring the hip forward, more, more. Don’t be shy.” My muscles burned as I held the pose. Left foot pointed, hip tilted, back slightly arched, lips parted like a secret. A thousand flashes exploded in my eyes. Behind me, Jade, the redhead with feline eyes, rested her hand on my shoulder. Her nails, polished like obsidian, dug in slightly.

He picked up the iron collar, the metal chilled from the studio air, and snapped it around my neck. "On the table," he commanded. "On your back. Arch until only your heels and your shoulder blades touch the stone. Arms stretched over your head, wrists crossed." It was a bridge pose—brutal, exhausting, and designed to make every muscle in my core and thighs scream within minutes. As soon as I took the position, he used a thin silk cord to anchor my crossed wrists to a ring bolt in the floor behind me. My chest was thrust upward, my pussy exposed and aching, my stomach flat and trembling from the strain.