Luffy Stretching Novels & Stories

He's a ninja—a man who would skate on a broken ankle and call it a scratch. She slides her hand further down, assessing the tension in his traps. "The infraspinatus is much looser than last time," she notes. "You're maintaining well. Keep up with the stretching." Suddenly, Elias twists his head. At this range, his eyes are startlingly clear, almost transparent. "You know, Mia...maybe you should just teach me the technique? A little private tutorial on how to work the knots out." Mia's stylus stutters against the screen.

“You’re up early. Training again?” I kept my expression neutral, even as my heart thumped faster than it had any right to. “Morning,” I muttered, shaking my head. “I’m not… I’m just stretching.” His grin widened. “Stretching, huh? My Luna should let me help with that. You don’t need to tire yourself out on your own.”

I was sitting on the ground with one leg outstretched in front of me, trying to bend forward and touch my toes. While stretching, I scanned the field of pack members looking for Gabriel. I wonder if he’s here yet. With that thought, my eyes fell on a sweaty Gabriel already in the middle of his workout. He was at the chin up bars. Every time he pulled himself up every ab and arm muscle would flex. His sweat was dripping down his tan skin.

He’d been doing it for fifteen fucking minutes. Jax knelt on one of the mats, hands braced behind him as he eased into a deep quad stretch. Then he shifted, slowly, sinking back into a twist that showed off the smooth line of his waist beneath a fitted black compression shirt. His sweats hung low on his hips, revealing the sharp V of muscle that disappeared below the waistband. Ryder glared at him. Jax didn’t look bothered. He pushed one palm into the floor, arching slightly as he stretched out his lower back. Slow, controlled, every movement making Ryder’s jaw clench.

My angel nodded, pushing her glasses up her nose, her mouth gaping open. Four fingers went in easily, right up to the hilt, my thumb still free to rub at her clit as she pushed back against me. I let her enjoy the clit play until my thumb changed position, lining up along with my fingers, and then I started the true stretch. The lube made her cunt so fucking slippery that she squelched as I eased my hand into her, stretching her a little wider each time. I was reaching the thickest part of my knuckles when she started crying out with the depths of the strain.

"I just got tired of sitting so I went out to stretch my legs" Ryu got in and closed the door. He didn't like Nori's answer at all. His frown became deeper. "Lay down and stretch next time or don't stay out for more than 10 minutes". After all, if this person gets sick, It was like Aito getting sick.

It was annoying me. I squared my shoulders, refusing to let his presence intimidate me. "Fashionably late," I retorted, shrugging my shoulders. I squared my shoulders, meeting his gaze. "I'm ready." I say tightening my ponytail We started with basic stretches. His hands occasionally brushed against my skin as he corrected my form, each touch sending a jolt through me. His fingers lingered a moment longer than necessary, making it hard to focus on the exercises. I couldn't help but notice the way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt.

She’d mentioned using a scarf for a stretching technique, and I figured it couldn’t hurt to try. I rummaged through the closet, finding an old scarf, and approached Sarah, who was lounging on the couch with a book. “What’s that for?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Trust me,” I said, draping the scarf around her back. “Claire said this could help with tension.” She humored me, letting me guide her through the stretch. For a moment, it seemed to work—until I pulled too hard, and the scarf slipped, snapping back like a rubber band.

His stamina must be top-notch, and soon my mind began to wander to other activities which might require some stamina too. The man was wearing a black tank top which had his muscles bulging out of it beautifully. Sinfully. Temptingly. And my mouth went dry when I saw his lips move into a smirk as he addressed Samantha, right before he chuckled dryly, “I’ll take that as a compliment.” The game of chase resumed… Before long, he blew into a whistle and said, “Good job, everyone. Time for your stretching.” “Stretching?” One of the guys argued, his tone of voice slightly outraged. “What would we need stretching for?”

Another curse came out from me when I heard him said that, now just a few feet away from me. Okay. I think kailangan ko na ngang magsalita before the bastard would be suspicious. Heaving a deep breath. I straightened my body saka humarap rito with a wide innocent smile. "I was just trying to execute some bending exercise, Mr. Del Fuero. Like this oh." Then I bent down my body to the front, to my left and then to my right. To my left and then to my fucking right. Stretching my body like an idiot.