Dynamic Wounded Pose Reference Novels & Stories

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.

With a curt nod, commander An’dy moved over to the table and began to start wrapping his hands, quite expertly Rex noticed as he waved to have to wooden dummy moved to give them some space. Going through some of the stretches Markus showed him to warm his cold muscles, it only took a few minutes to feel nice and loosened, moving over to where An’dy was checking his wrappings again, he seemed nervous about any skin showing, “I’m tougher than I look,” he said with a smile, taking in a deep breath and getting into an open wide-legged stance, showing his palms toward An’dy, who also took in a deep breath, joining him in a ready stance of his own, his left leg a little further forward than his ri

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."

"Everything begins here. If you lose your stance, then you'll lose the fight." "Yup. Sounds exactly like werewolf yoga." He looked at me sharply, "Take this seriously, Iris." "Okay, okay." I lifted my hands the way he showed me, with fists clenched tight. He adjusted them with gentle but firm hands, his fingers brushing my skin in ways that made it very hard to concentrate. "Your thumb goes outside your fist, not tucked inside," he said, demonstrating. "Otherwise you break your thumb, do you understand?" "I didn't know that, actually."

“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.

“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.