Makima Pose Novels & Stories

Fuck, what’d I miss? Mak was now at the pole at the front of the stage sliding her body up it. She stopped halfway up and did one of those physically impossible things again. Her body hung from the pole sideways with her thighs spread and the pole locked in the crook of her knees. Her whole body, from thighs up to chest, became stiff as a board. It was like she knelt on the floor, but she actually hung sideways from a pole. This couldn’t be real. She had to be some kind of alien or something and I had to laugh to myself. She’d be a gold mine for the club, but I’d take that loss. She fluffed her hair out and grinned before grabbing the pole and slithering up again. She let go once near the to

Kael's pov “Don’t come any closer,” Maia said, her voice low. She didn’t raise her hands, didn’t bare her teeth, didn’t reach for a stance. But the way she positioned herself—shoulders angled slightly, weight ready to move, told Lio everything he needed to know.

“Alright, alright, let’s switch it up a bit. Try the dog pose?” “Jake,” I protested, “I don’t know it,” “That’s why I’m here,” he reassured with a naughty glint in his eyes. We moved into the downward dog pose, guiding me through the movements. His hands gently adjusted my position, making sure I got the posture right. I felt more intimately awkward. Then, I felt his hand on my upper back softly pushing me down, but I gasped when his other hand cupped my backside and down to my pussy.

Mahira reached Mak’s room , the first one after the staircase on first floor, she knocked on the door and waited, there was no response, she knocked again.. louder.. she continued to do so, knocking turned into loud bangings , yet there was no response and she got a bit worried, “maybe he fainted after too much boozing,” she thought with concern. After some thinking she finally pushed open the door and found him deep asleep, sandwiched between two hot babes.

I heard Natasha whisper beside me, and her face was out of view, so I could only hear her soft breathing. "I hope the fuck not." Contrary to my wishes, he stopped before me, assessing if I got the pose right. "You are doing a good job, Miss…." He trailed off, waiting for me to provide my name. "Keira," I said. "Yes, Keira. You have excellent balance. But if you could widen out your legs a bit more," I felt his hand placement on my inner thigh, slowly spreading out my legs the way he wanted. Good lord. "And bend over for more effect." His second hand slid up my waist and pushed it forward.

A low throb started between her legs. Hiroshi nodded once. “Good. Now we add the arms.” He bound her wrists behind her back, then connected them to the harness. The position forced her shoulders back, chest out. She tested the bonds. It was secure but not painful. Blood flowed normally. Hiroshi checked her hands for warmth and color. For the next twenty minutes, he guided her through simple poses. Kneeling, then standing again and adjusting tension as needed. Each movement made the rope bite and release in new places. Mia’s skin flushed. She was embarrassingly aware of how wet she was becoming.

Makaila got to school very late. Her face was swollen and red and she tried her best to cover all her scars by wearing a baggy hoodie. She rushed into class while they were almost ending third period. Immediately she entered the class, all eyes were on her. "You are late." Miss Tamika stated eyeing her with distaste. "I'm sorry, I really had a bad night." Makaila muttered. "Just get to your seat." Miss Tamika dismissed her and continued to teach. She found an empty space at the back and went to sit down.

"How should I pose?" Mahesh smiled, his eyes gleaming with inspiration. "Isabella, my dear, the possibilities are endless. We will start with a simple yet elegant pose, showcasing your natural beauty and grace. Stand tall, with your shoulders back and your chin slightly lifted. Let your eyes speak volumes, conveying the depth of your emotions. Imagine yourself in a world of enchantment, where every movement is a dance and every expression a story waiting to be told." Isabella's heart raced with excitement as she absorbed Mahesh's words. She felt a surge of confidence, ready to immerse herself fully in photography. With each passing moment, the anticipation grew, and she couldn't help but won

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.

She’s half bent and he puts his arms down so he can pick her up. He freezes and grunts. I can’t see what’s happened, so I walk around until I’m on the other side. Celina has him by the balls, literally. She looks so pleased. “Mak taught me this move yesterday.” “Mak should know better,” Rack groans. “Well, they are nice balls, but Alex’s are better.” “Nice to know. Would you mind giving them back to me?”