Dynamic Wounded Pose Reference Novels & Stories

“Lazarus is one of my closest friends, I wouldn’t want to cross him.” I scratched my arm awkwardly, because what he’d just said stung me, and hurt me more than it should have. I swallowed a lump that had caught in my throat, doing my best to push my thoughts away. “Anyway, let’s get started,” said Damon, smiling. “First, we need to get your posture right. Curl your hands into loose fists, and raise them in front of your face.” “Ahm…okay,” I obeyed. “Make sure your dominant arm is close to your body,” Damon explained, “and your non-dominant arm is slightly in front of your body. So, what’s your dominant arm?”

"Your form is perfect, show me how to deepen it." I moved behind him, placing my hands on his hips to adjust his alignment. His skin was warm. "Tuck your pelvis more. Feel the stretch here." His breath hitched. "Like this?" "Yes, better." My hands lingered a second too long. He straightened and turned to face me. "Now correct me in downward dog." I nodded and watched him fold into the pose. The lines of his back and ass looked incredible. I stepped closer, pressing gently on his lower back. "Sink your heels and lengthen through the spine."

“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.

Doesn't coddle me or tell me to "honor my body." He pushes. Hard. "Again," he says as I stumble through a defensive stance. "Your weight is too far forward. If someone shoves you, you'll go down." "I'm trying—" "Try harder." He demonstrates the correct position. "Like this. Center of gravity low. Knees bent. Ready to move in any direction." I copy his stance. My thighs burn within seconds. "Better. Hold it." I hold it. Shaking. Sweating. "Good. Now I'm going to push you. Don't let me knock you over."

My clit throbbed in response. We moved through warm-ups: cat-cow, thread-the-needle, each pose giving him perfect angles down my top or straight up between my legs. By the time he told me to shift into downward dog, I dripped with arousal. The crotch of my leggings clung wetly to my lips, a dark patch spreading where my juices soaked through. “Widen your stance,” he ordered, voice thicker than before. I spread my feet farther apart, dropped my chest lower, and tilted my ass even higher. His hands landed on my hips again and pulled me back slightly. One palm slid down the inside of my thigh, slow and deliberate, stopping just short of my aching center.

Phyllis got back my attention and I turned to her. She demonstrated the steps; her two legs parting with the left going a few paces forward from the right. She thrust her hands in the same way; her right clutching around the hilt of the sword and the elbows pushing back behind her body as her left crossed below her upward tilted face. She rested the tip of the sword over the fisted knuckles of her left; and brought her shoulders down as her body relaxed, giving her an elegant posture.

I started out by calling out some basic maneuvers. “Right jab.” The members moved together extending their right arms, throwing their fists directly in front of them. I kept my attention on everyone, but I focused more on Brook. She had her feet spread too far apart and her elbow was slightly bent, with her arm lower than it should be. “Hold.” Everyone held their position and I made my way down the middle of the mat until I reached Brook. Moving in behind her, I kicked at her shoes lightly moving them until she now had her feet shoulder-width apart. Pressing up against her back, I felt a shiver flow through her briefly.

He just doesn't want to ram her body, he wants to get her in a whole. 'Not to fuck her, but to make love with her,' he explained internally. "A-Alright. I got it," Maxine murmured, and her voice woke Dwight from his beautiful daydream. Dwight stepped back after clearing his throat. "Slightly bend your wrist back toward your forearm," he instructed, taking a deep breath. "Okay." Maxine followed his instruction. "Remember that pose for medium-range targets when there isn't a lot of space. It will increase the speed when the knife turns over in the air."

Drew positioned himself behind me and his hand touched my stomach and my breath fluttered. Drew leaned on me so his body was flushed against mine and his breath was right infront of my ears. " You will inflict way more damage this way. When you throw a punch, your torso and hips should move with you. Balance your weight on your two feet, don't lean on one feet." " Exactly my point." Damien points out and nods. " Fine. I will try that now." I mutter and did exactly what they said, but I failed. Although, I did feel some difference in my throw this time.

Because my magic had all the grace of a drunkard stumbling in the dark. Professor Dain stepped forward, his deep voice rumbling through the room. "Your stance is your foundation," he said, demonstrating as he spoke. "Feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent. You are rooted, but not rigid. Like a tree in the wind… flexible, but unbreakable."