Foot On Chest Victory Pose Novels & Stories

I felt complete, and it scared me so much, even as it made me glee with childish happiness. My fingers met with rock-hard abs, and my smile widened; I ran my fingers up and down from his warm neck to his bulging chest; oh fucking hell, was it legal to feel this good? Down his hard stomach, it seemed there was no ounce of fat on his Majesty. I giggled slightly to myself. It was a minute later of harassing the poor man that I realized that the stance was all wrong; if he was lying on his back, then my fingers were supposed to be touching his arms instead.

What the fuck was that? Warrior two requires standing with your legs wide, one knee bent, arms extended. It's a power pose, meant to make you feel strong and grounded. I feel like I'm about to pass out. Sierra demonstrates at the front of the room, her legs spread wide, her bent knee pointing toward the mirror. F rom my angle, I can see between her thighs - can see the fabric of her leggings stretched tight across her pussy, molding to her folds like a second skin. I'm going to die. I'm literally going to die of arousal in a yoga studio surrounded by middle-aged women and gym bros.

As soon as my feet were firmly positioned, I pushed off his legs with as much force as I could. At the same time, bringing my other arm up, bending it until I was almost touching my hand to my shoulder. Straightening my body in the air, I smashed my elbow down on the backside of his shoulder, causing us both to fall face-first on the mat. Releasing him, I rolled off him and got back to my feet.

You don’t get to fuck her. We’re not going down that path again. Females are a distraction which I clearly can’t handle, considering I’m up here pushing my ass to the sky instead of following the trail I was ordered to follow. And she’s not even a wolf. I’m so pathetic it’s scary. She directs the group into some crazy arm balance—peacock pose. This I can do. I have ab and arm strength in spades. I press my elbows under my ribs, flatten my palms to the mat and extend my legs behind me, hovering parallel to the mat.

I was ready to take her again, she was so fucking pretty in her submissive pose. "When I tell you to go to the playroom, and don't specify, this is the pose you should always greet me with. Now, the humble pose is like a low bow. It starts in the nadu position. Please lean forward on your hands, ass up, head down. Breasts touch the floor. Both hands are on the floor in front of you, resting on the floor above your head. Yes, just like that. Raise your ass so your thighs are straight up and down." I grabbed my junk to relieve the pressure, I was getting distracted again. "Sweet girl, you don't know what you are doing to me. We are going to play."

Victor circled her slowly, his boots silent on the floor. “Do you know how to kneel?” She shook her head, her eyes locked on his chest. He stopped directly in front of her. “Knees apart. Back straight. Hands on your thighs. Palms down.” She obeyed him. The mat was cool against her skin as her knees adjusted and her thighs parted. She placed her hands exactly where he had told her to and tried to ignore the way her body trembled from more than just the chill in the air. “Look straight ahead. Not at the floor and not at me. You are not prey, Ivy.”

"It looks easy when you're looking at it, but it takes a lot of practice to be able to do it instinctively." I nodded. Paying close attention to what he was showing me. Victor approached. "Let me see your position," Victor asked. I looked back, trying to get a more expansive view of my whole body. "The distance between your feet can be a little wider than your shoulders, especially if you're small, but only a little, just so you can find your center of balance," Victor explained and moved my feet apart a little. "Put the tips of them a little further in," Victor said, and I did as he asked.

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He circled me again, closer this time. “First position: present.” His hands adjusted me firmly—feet shoulder-width apart, hands clasped behind my back, chest thrust forward, chin high, eyes lowered. “When I say present, this is exactly how you stand. Hold it.” I locked my muscles and stayed perfectly still while he inspected me. “Good girl. Second position: kneel.” He stepped in front of me again. “Kneel.” I dropped quickly to my knees, spreading them wide, placing my palms up on my thighs, keeping my back straight and breasts lifted. The position left me completely open, vulnerable, aching.

“Let me see your fighting stance.” I spread my legs out a bit and raised my fists. Jaxon smiled before he came to lift one of my fists and lower the other. He pushed my leg forward and out before making me lower myself. “Good. I want you to remember this pose. It lets you channel your energy flowing through your body. And it keeps you firmly rooted to the ground.” Jaxon said. I nodded, mentally picturing the stance.