Invincible Flying Pose Novels & Stories

The fabric tears even more as I'm sure they both get an eye full of my clean shaven pussy. I follow up that trick with a handstand, spreading my legs in an "Y" position as my skirt falls downward. I know my pussy is in full view as I feel the cool air on my hot, moist, lips. I hold that position for several seconds, then dismount, doing a forward flip, landing directly in front of them. I'm standing there breathing heavy, my breast heaving up and down with each breath, the hardness of my nipples visible through the tightness of my uniform top.

Fabien asked. Blaze frowned and shook her head. “I’m absolutely fine. So, what next?” She didn’t like being reminded of her weakness. “‘Arabesque a terre’,” he replied. Her frown deepened. “That’s not very dynamic. I can do an ‘arabesque en l’air’ if you like. I can hold it,” Blaze countered, referring to a pose where her back leg would be suspended in the air. “I know you can. Still, show me an arabesque with your back leg on the ground first,” he said.

Diego's p o v I listen to the voice and pull back a bit allowing her to hold me still until she is able to get on her own again before releasing me. "Now we're just gonna get you to releases your legs while you're still maintaining that flying position." "Yes sir." "You're getting it." I say as I am swimming around her. "Let your hips do the work ... That's it." I say as she continues the movement around me. I throw my head to the side to avoid the splash on my face.

We were circling each other by now. He stopped and took a stance by crouching, his one hand in the air stretched out and the other touching the ground. It looked like some kind of ninja pose. My eyes were focused on his every move. My ears were listening to every flex of his muscles . I could smell his fear, just a bit but it was there and that could be my advantage.

the instructor said, and now she was nervous. She hadn't had a single issue making this same instructor fly back yesterday, so... was Belov seriously that fucking strong? Shay tried her hardest this time, but it was still useless. She made the ground under him move again, but Ivan himself remained completely unmoved. And that meant Shay failed. "Switch," the instructor called, "Ivan, you send this time." "Okay," he nodded, rolled his shoulders back and gave Shay a pointed look, "I will begin now."

But the body below me was solid. I bent my knees, finding footing on Ivan’s quads, his wide legs providing ample room for my feet. I pushed with as much force as I could find, feeling him sink lower into the sand beneath me as I back-flipped backwards up into the air over his head, mustering all of the strength I had in my core and legs. To my relief, his hold around my neck broke as my body soared above him; a risky wager I had taken in launching myself using my head as the pivot point. But I found myself breathing freely, out of his arms, on the sand mere inches from his face. I spun, sand spewing out around me and threw my hands down to his own throat, spinning my body to the side and pin

I thought and swings the whip to the crowd before retrieving it and trying my hands with it. I spread my legs apart as a way of inviting anyone to play with me before arching my back against the pole. Then I held onto the pole with my tied hands. I look back to see the crowd, and all I witness are the ways their eyes devour me with hunger and lust. Exactly, the reaction I needed. I arched my back even more and threw my head back to the pole. Once I am comfortable with my position, I smoothly flip my body backwards. My legs raised in the air before they wrapped around the pole. I then smoothly straightened my body in a Russian layback position.

*Maybe if I land this clean, the universe will finally let me stay somewhere. Manual the entire street → casper flip → manual again → 360 hardflip. *Please. Just once. Let me keep something.* See the death gap. *Fifteen feet. No one’s made it. Perfect.* Carve, backside 180, launch. *If I fall, at least the ground will catch me. It’s more than people ever have.* Mid-air, grab mute, slow 360. *For one second I’m flying and no one can take this away from me.*

She said “Ok I’m sorry” The instructor asked us to get in an Open leg rocker position. We had to sit on our waist and raised our legs up using our hands to spread it apart and staying that position. My breathing became hard and I was losing strength so I dropped it few seconds in. This was unlike me, I usually hold a pose until the very end. The teacher looked at me from afar and I just knew that was a “keep yourself in check look” After a few more poses and I couldn’t get it, I stood up to leave, I grabbed my Stanley pink tumbler and phone to leave.

“You’re pretty good, eh? You saw through everything so quickly!” The old man looked at Fane and flashed a cold smile. “But we have so many puppets. They’d have to die before they can get to our men!” “Really?” Fane’s lips curved into a mirthless smile. He jumped straight up, to a height of over ten meters. Then he yelled, “Come forth, my disciples!” If one ascended to a semi-god status, it was possible to use the Chi energy inherent within one’s body to temporarily levitate or fly, by condensing it at one’s feet.