Reading Poses Novels & Stories

Zeva commented, realizing Sky hadn't actually taken the photo. Instead of responding to Zeva, Sky took a step forward, approaching Zeva and Aron. "No need for such an intimate pose. It looks terrible in the camera," Sky said as he gently separated Aron's arm from around Zeva's shoulder. Not only remove Aron's arm, but Sky also increased the distance between Zeva and Aron. Sky's actions furrowed Zeva's brow, as she processed what Sky had just said. "Since when does an embracing pose look bad in a camera? As far as I know, as a photographer, an embrace is one of the essential poses to capture between couples," Zeva wondered in her mind.

Davish's eyes stared sharply at his Eternal POSSESSION. "Hey", Porishma shuttered badly in fear Davish did not respond to her as his eyes landed on Rudra who was standing behind her. He took threatening steps towards her. Davish captured Porishma's body in a bone-crushing hug and inhaled her hair which calmed down his nervous system. "I missed you, Sunshine", Davish said and his eyes were closed and breathing was low. He was rubbing his hands on her big baby bump.

My muscles burned and I almost lost my balance during Crescent Moon Half Sun Child pose, or whatever it was called. “We’re getting too old for this shit,” I whispered to Cass. “Which is exactly why we need to do it,” Cass hissed back. “Look at the ladies in the front. Their firm little butts. Their perky breasts that haven’t lost the war on gravity yet. What are they, like early twenties?” “You have no right to comment on perky breasts,” Cass replied, turning her eyes to the front and taking the Underwater Wolf With Bone in Mouth Pose. (Or something like that).

“The collector wants to see the evolution of the muse. Full exposure. No robe. No hiding. We rehearse the poses, then capture the live claiming.” My stomach twisted with nerves and dark excitement. I stripped slowly under the bright lights, every inch of my skin revealed without the forgiving red glow of the darkroom. Naked, I stood in the center of the studio, the cool air raising goosebumps across my breasts and thighs. “Against the backdrop,” he directed, camera in hand for stills while the video rolled silently. “Arms raised, wrists crossed above your head. Legs slightly parted. Offer yourself.” I obeyed, stretching tall, the pose elongating my body and thrusting my breasts forward.

I asked and she just looked at me "Ava" she called and I answered "Would you promise to tell me the truth if I asked for it" she said and I just scrunched my brows in confusion. "Of course mom, what is wrong? You're scaring" I say looking at Tristan. "Tell me that isn't you" she said dropping some pictures on my laps, I took them and my eyes widened. They were picture but not just ordinary pictures, they were sexual intended pictures, there was a naked guy on the bed with.... Me.

And that's where the environment changes completely when Thea changes her entire body language to give poses which aren't even necessary for a jewellery commercial. She goes for all the weird and seductive poses, stretching her arms and torso and this is not where things seemed to be wrong. Things seemed to be wrong, enough wrong when I realised she had been looking at me the entire time while doing those postures and her eyes were delivering something way too unethical. What's she doing?

She made sure to pull my pants down a little bit in the back so the photo would show the top of my ass. After this, we moved on to the Speedo. Mom took great pleasure in helping me with the baby oil. Mom then posed me in numerous risqué and erotic positions that either had my ass or hard cock easily visible through the tight Speedo material. Throughout all of the pictures I always made it a point to be locking eyes with mom no matter how sexually she posed me. Mom had to continuously readjust herself or clench her thighs as my poses became more and more erotic, so erotic that no school would ever authorize a calendar company to sell these pictures on their behalf.

He kneads my nipple, I squirm, hating how much my body reacts to him, this is the time for action, to act indifferent not get horny. "Pose." With an eye roll, I stop struggling and cover my breasts in what I hope is a seductive pose. I change styles, he takes a few more shots, peppers kisses all over my nose and says, "You look beautiful." "Not beautiful enough for my husband to take pictures with me," I say and look away. "El." I turn to him with a pout, his eyes dart between my lips and body and he sighs.

It was exactly like how I had posed for him, sitting on a blanket, leaning backward, my hands supporting my body while my legs were spread wide. “What do you think?” He asked.