Reading Poses Novels & Stories

Pierre crouched a few feet away with his camera, waving his arms dramatically. “Darling, no, no,! You’re standing like a soldier. Tilt your hip! Arch the back. Seduce the camera, don’t fight it!” Pierre shouted. “I am seducing the camera,” Calla said through clenched teeth, trying to hold her pose. Pierre groaned. “No, you look like you’re constipated. Relax. Think Cleopatra. Imagine you own the world and you want to ruin every man alive.” Calla burst out laughing. “You’re impossible!”

he asked. “No, I don’t want to. I just want everything to be bare” “All right. 1, 2, 3 and the camera will start shooting,” said the photographer. I make an L sign and put it on my chin. “Next pose” I just smiled in front of the camera and Gio did the same. “The last pose” Gio makes a heart sign using his left hand that makes me feel awkward. Should I put my right hand to it?

I replied with a shrug and she nodded her head rapidly. "Yeah! Your phone is with you right?" She asked and I nodded reaching for my shorts. I pulled out my iPhone and she collected it before she returned it to me. I pressed in my passcode and she tapped on the camera icon raising up to the sky before she nodded her head bringing it down. "Alright. What poses are we going to do?" She asked and I shrugged. What? I don't know a single pose than to smile "cheese." and that's all! Your picture is ready.

"The judges should know who you are before you speak a word." I didn’t talk back. I listened. Learned. Adjusted. We moved to poses next. She had me stand in front of the mirror, shift my weight from one leg to the other, tilt my head in subtle angles that felt ridiculous but looked stunning under proper lighting. "This pose is confidence," she explained. "This one is elegance. This one is humility. Know when to use each." An hour passed. Then two. Sweat slicked my back, my calves ached, and my toes screamed inside the heels.

[The Golden Leash] The West Pavilion of the new Palisades was a masterpiece of transparent isolation. Perched on the jagged edge of the cliff, its walls were floor-to-ceiling glass, treated to be a mirror to the outside world but a crystal-clear lens from within. For Ivy, it was like living inside a diamond—expensive, cold, and impossible to scratch.

I asked them. They looked at each other and posed. Damian put his elbow on Rai’s shoulder, crossing one foot so that it was on tiptoe, with one hand still in his pocket. At the same time, Rai turned his body around forty-five degrees toward Damian and brought his hand up to pretend that he was adjusting his cuff. They kept their gaze on Rai’s cuff. “Change pose again, please.” I requested again.

The photographer said as he frowned immediately. “I noticed,” I replied sharply. The model visibly relaxed the moment I stepped in. I looked at the monitor again before turning toward him calmly. “The poses aren’t working,” I said. “They’re professional poses,” he argued. “They don’t fit the campaign,” I said. “They fit every campaign,” he argued again. “That’s exactly the problem,” I said and he stared at me blankly. “She looks uncomfortable,” I said, pointing towards the model gently. “She’s supposed to look seductive,” he replied.

When we finally released I was shaking. The class continued. Bridge pose had me lifting my hips high, pelvis tilted up, feet planted. The position was obscene. I felt exposed and desperate. Andrew walked past and I swore his eyes lingered on the arch of my body. Or maybe I was just projecting my own hunger onto him.

If Cassy were mine, I’d make sure she was always happy, always satisfied, always getting her tight pussy fucked well every night. Fuck! I needed to get my head straight before I ruined everything. “Okay,” she said, stepping closer. Her huge tits swayed with every step. “How do I pose? I want these pics so nasty that when Luke sees them, he cums in his pants.” She climbed onto the bed, lay back, and spread her legs wide. The red thong was stretched tight over her cunt, and right in the middle was a dark, wet spot. She was soaked. Her pussy lips pressed against the fabric, puffy and outlined perfectly. She arched her back, pushing her tits up, and slipped her fingers under the waistband of the

I let the robe fall from my shoulders slowly, sensually, keeping my eyes on the camera. He was silently watching my every move through the camera, and I knew he was affected because of the growing tent between his legs. Going down on my knees, I arched my back, cupping breasts in my hand and I closed my eyes. Images of someone else doing it to me made me squirm with pleasure. I lay on the couch, my heels on the floor, legs crossed, fingers clenched into my thighs. A few shots were captured. "Next pose, gem," his voice was so low that I would have missed it if I hadn't been anticipating his words.