Invincible Flying Pose Novels & Stories

I could feel his eyes on me instantly — that intense, devouring gray stare that made my nipples pebble into tight peaks before I even stepped onto the platform. “Today’s pose is different,” he said, circling me slowly like a predator studying prey. “Lie on your back. Knees bent and dropped open. Arms above your head, wrists crossed. I want the curve of your spine, the way your tits lift when you stretch, and that pretty pussy catching the light.”

The fourth was crouched low, almost like it was ready to spring, one arm reaching high and the other pulled back. And the fifth — wide stance, one leg stretched to the side, both arms extended — looked like a warrior mid-lunge. The Game Master introduced them one by one, voice almost purring. “Crab Walk.” “Dancer’s Pose.” “Diagonal Superman.” “Crouch and Reach.” “And Side Lunge Stretch.” I raised an eyebrow. What was this, a workout class? The others seemed just as confused. People shuffled awkwardly, whispering under their breath, trying to decide which one looked least likely to kill them.

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.”

Because no matter how hard I try to get rid of the dark, clouded aurora that last night in North Carolina left behind, it still lingers in my mind about the chaos and disaster we left behind at Oliver Epps's birthday party. "Sun salutation," I instruct to myself. I stretch my arms above my head and behind my shoulders into "waterfall" pose before bringing them in front of me, touching my toes, then at my sides while my legs stretch out into high plank, which is indubitably me just lying on the ground since I have no upper body strength whatsoever to hold myself up. When I push my arms straight and curve my back into "cobra," I then push into "downward dog" and exhale slowly.

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.

She was an Asian with a kick ass body that was very stretchy and bendy. I looked around and my eyes locked with Martha's, and she smiled kindly, her eyes communicating that she pitied me for having to stretch beside Glenn, who was a hopeless chatterbox. I smiled back and looked back at the instructor as she directed us into a cobra pose. "This pose leaves me with abdominal pains for days after…" Glenn said, sounding very breathless. "If you shut the fuck up, maybe some of us would hear the instructor better. Thought about that? Something called silence and serenity?" The redhead behind Glenn said haughtily.

If anything, I feel more exposed in the bodysuit than I would naked. “Lean into me, doll.” Maverick says. Maverick reaches underneath my left thigh and hoists it in the air, and I throw my weight up against him, wrapping my arms around his broad chest. I’m standing on one leg, bent perilously forward, with my other leg hoisted in the air. If it weren’t for Maverick holding me up, I’d fall flat on my ass in seconds.

I named that pose "Fairy Dance." For the fourth pose, my body faced sideways while my eyes stared sharply at the front camera. Meanwhile, the other hand tossed my white shoulder bag so that the bag floated in the air as if posing with me, with me as the controller of the bag's leash. My bag eventually fell off the stage.

Elijah growled, holding my arms away and pinning me down with his body. " Oh my god! Get off of me, you buffoon!" I started kicking my legs to get him off of me but he pressed his body into mine making me not move. " Don't squirm like that little Red! We are going to have a problem if you squirm." His voice turned husky all of a sudden making me glare at him and at the same time his words didn't make any sense. " What do you mean! What problem?" He thrust his lower body making me gasp in surprise and shock.

He watched with dark eyes, cock fully hard again and dripping fresh precum onto my stomach. “Good girl,” he praised. “Now flip over. Ass up, face down. Time for pigeon pose.” I scrambled to obey, rolling onto my stomach, then lifting my hips high. One leg stretched back, the other bent forward under me, opening my hips wide from behind. My face pressed to the soaked mat, cheek sticking to the mess we made. He moved behind me fast. Both hands gripped my ass cheeks and spread them wide, exposing my dripping pussy and tight asshole completely.