Foot On Chest Victory Pose Novels & Stories

Aacharya was saying to her that morning that marked the end of the month. He got into a pose with his left leg bending forward and his right leg extended backwards. His right arm was raised high and perpendicular to his right leg where it arched at the wrist with his fingers pointing to the ground then his left arm was extended forward, arching upwards at the elbow with his palm set in a swiping motion.

“Reclining. I want you open for the light… and for me.” The velvet chaise is wide and luxurious. I lie back, the fabric cool against my heated skin. Dad arranges me carefully— one arm draped above my head, the other resting along my side. He bends my left knee up, foot planted on the cushion, while my right leg stretches long. The position spreads me wide. My pussy is completely exposed, lips parting slightly in the open pose. I can feel cool air on my slick folds and the way my clit peeks out, already swollen.

“Put your feet about two feet apart and put your arms behind you. I want you to bend your elbows and clasp your hands together. Can you grab your wrists?” She did what he said and grasped her wrists. “Yes, sir.” Smiling, he grasped her shoulder and placed a hand on her stomach. Gently, he pushed her shoulders back, pushing her breasts forward. “When we play, this is how you will present yourself. If there is another position that I want you in, I will tell you then. Are you okay?” “Yes, Sir.” She smiled at his concern. “Good. You have no idea how beautiful you are right now.” He murmured just before he tipped her face up and kissed her.

He says nothing, but his gaze sliding over my body is slow and appreciative like he’s drinking me in and enjoying the taste. “All right. Our first pose is the hug,” Victor says. He directs us where to stand and how to place our hands on each other. My heart rate kicks up. The flutters in my stomach intensify when Adam wraps his arms around me and pulls me close against his hard body. His warm hand sliding up my back to rest just under my bra makes me shiver. Even though Victor directs him to place his other hand at my hip, he curves his palm against my ass and gives me a soft squeeze. I gasp, shocked yet delighted.

she asked when she put a few pillows around me and covered me up "It's okay this is enough, "I said, adjusting into a comfortable sitting position and exhaling in relief. It was late at night and after a long day working out in the gym with Victor I decided to have my medicines on time. I invaded Victor's workout sessions and he ended up helping me with the pregnancy yoga poses which were good for an 8 months pregnant lady. He was careful and gentle however he said not to overdo things hence I retired to my room and took a shower

I felt it everywhere. “You’re holding tension here,” she said quietly, pressing her palm just above my ass. “Breathe into it.” I did. The stretch burned good. So did her touch. We moved into pigeon pose. I was on my stomach, one leg bent under me, the other extended back. Chloe knelt beside me and put her weight on my hips, helping me sink deeper. Her chest brushed my back. I could smell her, was coconut and clean sweat. “Relax,” she whispered. Her breath was warm on my neck.

Kingsley knelt behind her and slipped his arms gently under hers, palms pressing into her shoulders with surprising steadiness. He lifted slightly—not to carry her, but to ease the weight she placed on the ground. “I’ve got you,” he said quietly. Not as a line. As a fact. She exhaled shakily, melting further forward. Behind them, Devon was doing the same for Carolina, whose face, peaceful and unguarded, was turned slightly toward the floor. “For the final pose,” the instructor said softly, “one partner will lie down, heart open to the sky. The other will support their head, and cradle their heart. You’re not fixing. You’re just… there.”

“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.

His chest made an obvious heaving movement before an aggravated sigh whooshed through the space between us. "Let's go," I commanded while gesturing him forward with my fingertips. His right foot pressed forward signaling that his fist would soon follow. I ducked below it expecting him to go high, however, his next move caught me off guard. I was supposed to go for an easy sweep, but he reversed our roles and threw me off balance. I latched onto his arm to keep myself up and knocked his ankles out from under him before he could correct his stance. His arm hooked around me as he fell, sending me down with him. I toppled on top of him, awkwardly straddling his waist, but managed to sit up and l

Even though it was night, the moonlight let me get a good look at him. “You're doing the stance wrong,” the young man said, and I put my foot on the floor. "You have to have your feet together, keep your spine straight, and then you're going to transfer your body weight to one foot to lift the other. The safe point is to put the sole of your foot on your thigh, but it's impossible to do that with the shoes you have on. You have to take your shoes off." I looked at the man dumbfounded. “Are you really correcting my posture?” I asked incredulously.