Stabbing Pose Reference Novels & Stories

“Let me see your fighting stance.” I spread my legs out a bit and raised my fists. Jaxon smiled before he came to lift one of my fists and lower the other. He pushed my leg forward and out before making me lower myself. “Good. I want you to remember this pose. It lets you channel your energy flowing through your body. And it keeps you firmly rooted to the ground.” Jaxon said. I nodded, mentally picturing the stance.

Just matter-of-fact. I paused for a moment. I was breathing hard and sweat was dripping down my forehead. “Then show me the right way.” He hesitated for a while. I thought he would end up walking away, but then he sighed and moved closer to me. “Fine. You have to correct your stance first. You’re standing too rigidly. It makes you easy to knock over.” I adjusted, spreading my legs apart. He tapped my knee with his foot. “Wider. Yes, that’s it. Now punch again.”

“Good little yogi. Relax your throat. Take every inch.” He pulled out suddenly, strings of saliva connecting us. “Strip. Get to the mat in the middle of the room. Ass up.” I tore my soaked clothes off. My own cock, six inches, cut, leaking nonstop—slapped against my abs. I positioned myself on all fours in the center of the studio, mirrors reflecting the sight back at me from every angle. Kai stripped fully. His body was a masterpiece, chiseled abs, powerful legs, that massive cock bobbing.

“I need to know your strength and your weaknesses.” He said weaknesses like he knows I have lots of them. He grabs a matching blade from the rack and steps into the ring. “Stance,” he orders. I straighten, feet still shoulder-width apart like before. He clicks his tongue. “Wrong.” Before I can ask what he means, he taps the back of my knee with his stick. “Bend. You’re too stiff. Your movement should be fluid.” I adjust awkwardly, watching his expression. “Hands up,” he adds. “ Never point your blade straight unless you intend to attack.”

she encouraged her and smiled She turn and notice Amunsa sitting down with his head lowering down, she greeted him and took Dansanisa inside for her exercise as she rolled her into the bedroom. She help her lay on the bed and instructed her on what to do next "Please stay still" she requested. She masashed her legs gently and uses a pin on the legs to confirm whether she would moved the legs and surprisingly she did respond as she shakes one of her toes. "Wow, that's a good start" the therapist said. Dansanisa lifted up her head from the bed a little bit as she asked "What is the problem" she asked. She smiles at her "Well Mrs Dansanisa you just moved one of your toes and that's definitely a

“You’re living in a nest of vipers. You think we’re your problem? You haven’t even seen what’s coming yet.” I swallowed hard. “Then maybe you could try not tossing me around like I’m a bag of rice and teach me something.” That earned me another push, this one gentler—his hand on my back, guiding me into a better stance. “Widen your legs. Lower your center of gravity. You fall because you’re stiff.” I adjusted my stance, gritting my teeth. “Maybe I’m stiff because I have a stab wound in my side.” “And maybe next time it won’t be a knife,” he said. “Maybe it’ll be a bullet. Or hands around your throat. You think they’ll pause because you’re sore?”

He said and pulled closer, he held my two hands from the behind, “Keep your shoulder bent a little and straighten your back, keep a nice posture, position your legs well by bringing your left leg to the back” He kept on whispering to me while he help adjust my body position, It's a miracle that I haven't pass out from fear that he might notice my body, “And your tummy…” He muttered as his hand began to move to my tummy, how do I stop him? Is he going to notice anything? “Tuck in your tummy” He whispered and held my tummy as I tucked it in

I kick up in an attempt to get his hand off of me; however, he stops midstep and straddles me. He begins sending blow after blow to my head. I raise my fists, preventing his hits from making contact as I lean my head into my arms like a shield. I raise my legs and use the force to push myself upwards and Tobias off of me. Tobias reaches over and grabs me once more, tossing me onto my back onto the mat. He approaches me. However, I'm ready for him and kick back at him, sending him stumbling backwards.

"Are you sure you should be doing these advanced poses? You don't want to pull a stitch or anything." "You know my stitches were removed last week," she said, standing back away from him so that she could try her pose without hitting him. "Okay--you don't want to reopen a wound then." "I'm fine, River," she told him, but he did have a point. She should be more careful. No super advanced poses that day. She stood on one leg and pulled her other one up behind her, striking King Dancer Pose, and held it for sixty seconds. Then, she put her other foot down, and River started clapping. "Well done!" he said.

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.”