Acro Quotes

F*ck Disneyland. Because all in all ACRO was the happiest damned place on earth.

See what love does? It makes you weak. Kills you." Warm breath feathered over her scalp as Remy pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "It also gives people something to live for," he whispered.

What got up your ass?"-Haley "Your finger, once or twice." -Remy

you think I"m that desperate?" "The raging hard-on jabbing at me says yes." ~Creed/Annika

You're so full of yourself." "Soon,"he whispered back, "you'll be full of me too." ~Sela/Logan

You're a big man," she murmured. "Compliments will get you everywhere. And I mean that literally." ~Wyatt

I'm assuming you're taking me to ACRO." "Can't get anything by you," Annika drawled. "What's going to happen when we get there?" "They'll probably torture you for a few days." Annika glanced at Faith's hands and shrugged. "You didn't need those fingernails anyway. Terrible polish. Black doesn't look good on you.

I don't know what you want, Haley. Just because you got me off doesn't mean I have to engage in post-fuck chat. So back off.

Pain with pleasure, baby..." ~Dev

You play dirty, Haley." he breathed. "But this is my show." "I can take care of myself" "Not like I can." "Do you want me to stop?" "No." "Then say it. Say it's my show." ~Remy/Haley

You're mouthy." "You like it." His gaze dropped to her mouth. "I know where I'd like it." ~Logan/Sela

A low growl erupted in his chest, suprising him as much as what came out of his mouth. "You're mine. Trust me, I want to fuck you ten ways from Sunday." ~Chance

Her voice quavered humiliatingly. "Fuck you." "Been there, done that, and we'll do it again. But first you'll tell me what you're concealing." ~Wyatt

Me", he murmured, his voice vibrating through her like some sort of secret trigger, because suddenly, she was coming, and he was saying, "Only me, bebe, only me." ~Remy/Haley

He licked his lips, so full and kissable, and his eyes darkened dangerously. "But you do make a lot of noise in the shower. You're a screamer." ~Creed

You don't know anything about me." "I know you bite your bottom lip when you get nervous. I know you twirl your hair when you're amused. And when you get shy, your smile is lopsided." ~Chance

Um, baby? You never watch soaps." He took a swig from the bottle. "All the backstabbing and cheating and fucking makes my life look normal. I like that." ~Creed

I told you the storm's not over." ~Remy

Storms make you--" "Want to fuck." "they make me want to fuck until I pass out. Is that what you wanted to know?" "Yes," she whispered... ~Remy/Haley

You're a pain in the ass," she said, and suddenly, the loofah brush whacked her on the butt. She yelped and leaped forward, nearly smashing into Wyatt. "What the hell was that for?" "You threatened to kill me and you're outraged that I gave you a little spanking?" ~Faith/Wyatt

So you want someone else, then?" he asked. "Yes. Anyone but you." She jerked her bound hands. "And that kills you, doesn't it?" "Keep talking like that, Kira, and I swear I'll take you over my knee." ~Tommy aka "Ender

Of course, she hunted them down later and made it clear that if they so much as looked at him again, she'd pull a Viking and rip their lungs out of their chests, flip them over their shoulders and turn them into wings. ~Annika

You don't have to seduce me, you know. I"m a sure thing." ~Tommy aka "Ender

That was a stupid move,” Logan growled into her hair. “Bite me.” Teeth caught her lobe. The son of a bitch actually bit her. “Lesson number one,” he said. Don't ever say anything to me you don't mean.” -Logan and Sela

We had sex, didn't we?" He couldn't help but smile at her shocked expression. "Online sex. Yeah, it's coming to me now." He grinned. "Who'd have thought a virgin could have asked me to do some of the things you wrote?" ~Ryan

So. Good." She closed her eyes and rocked on top of him. "It'd be better if I wasn't worried about accidentally bleeding out." She still had her knife pressed to his jugular... ~Annika/Creed

Coming sounds like a good idea, Haley," he murmured in her ear. "Are you going to come for me, with me, again and again, until you can't stand it anymore, until you can't see straight?" "Is that what you want?" she asked. "Not want. Need." He gripped her hips and urged her down to her knees. "Need to fuck you, right here. Need to be inside you now." ~Remy/Haley

A couple of hours after Rik left, Trance was still on the floor of the basement dungeon, staring at the mess around him. “Trance?” He looked up to find Wyatt at the bottom of the stairs, staring at him. Wyatt gave a long whistle as he looked around the room and then again at Trance. “Orgy gone wild?” Trance groaned. “Is there a fucking sign on my door that says ‘Bother Me Now’?

We need to get out of here. That's why I did this," he said dumbly, even though she was starting at him now like he was an idiot because he was repeating himself. And he was. Repeating himself and an idiot. Idiot wrapped in a moron. An idiot burrito. ~Stryker

Put your mouth on me," he said... "Now, Annika. I want you on your knees in front of me. And don't lie to me--I know you want it too." ~Creed

I love when you scream for me." "Only me." ~Creed

I need you to touch me." "Touch me, dammit." "Yeah," he groaned. "That's it. Make it right again." ~Creed

Mine," she whispered in his ear. "All mine. Say it, Tommy." "Kira, I..." "Say it. Please, Tommy." "Yours, Kira. All yours" he whispered...

You need me," he said. "And I'm all yours." ~Tommy aka "Ender

Annika--" "I don't want this to be the end." she croaked. "Why?" "Why?" he repeated, his voice as hoarse as hers. "Because I'm afraid of losing you." She stared into his eyes, made sure he understood how much this meant to her. "And I've never been afraid of anything, so this must mean something." ~Creed/Annika

This is what you wanted, bebe." He took her bottom lip between his teeth and let his hot tongue rasp slowly over it before releasing her. "You wanted me to make love to your mouth. Imagine me doing this between your legs." ~Remy

Do you think, maybe, we could continue this someplace more private? Because I can see your brother watching us from behind that palm tree--and man, he's still holding that pistol." ~Ryan

I'm not into exhibitionism. No one sees my woman but me." "I'm not your woman." Dropping his head, he nipped at her earlobe, held it between his teeth as he growled, "Tonight you are." ~Wyatt

Gotcha." Her smile was smug as she held her elbow against his windpipe, her thighs clenching around his shoulders. "I planned this," he grunted. "Yeah sure--keep telling yourself that, ghost boy." "You like being my prisoner, don't you?" "Take off your pants," he mumured... "I'm supposed to be back at ACRO soon." "Not before you come atleast three times." "Is that so?" "Pants Annika," he repeated.. "Sit.On.My.Face." "Now who's giving orders," she murmured ~Cree and Annika

Not so tough. And my name isn't Cookie." "Right. It's Coco." She took a chance. "It's actually Meg." He leaned in close, his breath warm on her cheek--smelling faintly of whiskey and mint. "Is that what you want me to call you when I'm fucking you?

He sank to his knees. "I don't know how to handle this. I don't know what you want from me. Quoi tu veux," he murmured, over and over, until the whirring noise slowed and his fingers curled deep into the mud. ~Remy

It was like someone was yanking his nuts out of his body through his throat. "Again," he rasped, because said testicles were lodged in his esophagus. ~Stryker

What's wrong? Please, Creed, tell me"-Annika "Just take me to bed, baby. Please just fuck me and don't ask me any more questions tonight." ~Creed

Tom, please," she whispered. "Let me love you." ~Kira

You did'nt finish." "Oh, I'm finished." He buttoned up and stood. "How's it feel Faith? Getting fucked by someone who should care...but doesn't?" ~Wyatt

What do I call you when I'm making love to you? When I'm fucking you so deep you'll lose your mind?" ~Ryan

Poor baby--you're money's all gone. Stolen by a girl. Money gotten by illegal means. Let's not pretend you were feeding orphans, asshole." ~Meg

Hell? Baby, you have no idea what hell is. Hell is when someone you trusted takes your worst fears and makes them come true. Hell is being stuck inside your own head because no one cares enough to help you get out. Hell," he rasped next to her ear, "is being dead inside a body that still works." ~Wyatt

I've thought about how you'd taste," he said, in a low, guttural voice, and she whimpered, arched against his mouth. "Jesus," he panted. "It's like a fucking drug." ~Tommy aka "Ender

Let me go, Faith." he said quietly. "If that's what you really want." "You know what I want. I told you on the helo--I want you to love it, crave it. Beg for it...beg for me." ~Wyatt

Want my mouth between your legs? Want me to suck you off again and again?" His voice grew deep and husky, and she knew he was as affected by his graphic talk as she was. "I can tast you already. You're wet for me, aren't you? I'm going to bury my tongue in your pussy and eat you until my cock is ready to explode." He backed toward the house as she climbed out of the vehicle. "And then I'm going to flip you over and fuck you, long and hard." She growled low in her throat and stalked him, thinking she could pounce when he stopped to unlock the front door. Good thing they didn't have neighbors, because she was ripping off her top and he was rubbing his dick, and fuck, they'd had some intense sex over the last couple of years, but this was going to blow the lid off all those other times. "You want it, baby?" he murmured, as he jerked himself with long, tantalizing pulls. "You want this buried so deep you can taste it when I come?

He saw the tears running down her cheeks, knew there was still more than a little resistance in her gait, but she'd just saved herself. And maybe, somehow, she'd saved him a little too. ~Tommy aka "Ender

Aren't you worried I'll escape?" He reached out, grabbed her wrist and brought her hand to his crotch. Then he smiled. "No. I"m not worried, honey. You seem to know what side your bread is buttered on." ~Tommy aka "Ender

He lobbed a packet of jam at her... When the packet came sailing back at him, he caught it one-handed, and tore it open with his teeth. "Your choice, Coco--should I put this on the toast, or on you? Either way, I'm going to eat it." ~Ryan

What's your name?” When she said nothing, he sighed. “You'll find that cooperating will go a long way with me.” “Fine,” she bit out. “It's Sela.” "See? That didn't hurt, did it?” He pushed to his feet, giving her the opportunity she needed. Rolling, she swung her legs out, caught him in the knees...and he went down like a log. Granted, he was up again in a heartbeat, snarling with fury, but still, it felt good to give him a good whack. “You can't help it, can you?” he snapped. “You keep doing stupid things.” “You keep pissing me off!” He blinked. And then he laughed, and good Lord, the man was drop-dead, fucking gorgeous when he did that. -Logan and Sela

Our powers complement one another well, don't you think?" she asked. "I want to get beyond thinking, Faith. I want you to fuck me instead. Because when you do that, when I'm inside you, wehn you're touching me, I feel whole. And I like that feeling. ~Wyatt

We have'nt had enough time to explore each other.," he murmured against her lips. "We're going to do that soon." "But right now, I'm going to make you scream my name." "Cocky bast--" He cut her off with a kiss, took her mouth like he was on a mission. ~Wyatt

I told you, I don't like to share." That made her grin. "I don't either. That part was never an act." ~Trance/Rik

I'm not sure of anything," he admitted. "But I didn't mean to freak you out before. I just can't seem to keep my hands off you. I don't want to keep my hands off you." ~Wyatt

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Do you think that's enough? Do you think going back to us fucking like porn stars and then me watching you take off so you won't have to have any kind of intimate conversation is enough? I can't do that anymore." He jerked out of her grip, grabbed her shoulders and moved her aside.

That's not what I mean, and you know it. Have we ever been on a real date? You know, a dinner of more than buffalo wings and a pitcher of beer while you blow me from under the table?" ~Creed

Yeah, this is danger-induced fits of lust and madness, because I am crazy, Faith--make no mistake about that. But this"-he motioned between them--"is a hell of a lot more than just lust and madness. So you can keep protesting all you want, baby...and I'll keep doing exactly what I'm doing. Now get over here." ~Wyatt

Wow,” Ryan said, taking the excedo in from his bare feet to his worn jeans and wrinkled T-shirt. “Protesting showers?” “Bite me.” Trance stood aside and let Ryan inside, despite his growled words. Ryan strode to the living room, went straight to Trance's DVD player, and inserted one of his sex discs. Trance stood in the entrance to the living room, arms crossed, leaning against the wall as if it were the only thing holding him up. “I don't remember making a movie date with you.” “Keep your dick in your pants, Romeo.” Ryan pushed Play and stood back. “What do you know about that?” Trance's eyes shot wide, and he yanked himself off the wall. “I know you need an ass-kicking if you came to watch porn with me—oh, fuck me, that's you. Turn it off! I don't need to see that.” Ryan hit the Pause button. “Well?” “Well, what?” Trance shuddered. “Christ. I'm going to have to gouge out my eyes now.

What do you want, Annika?" He dipped his head so his lips brushed her ear. "Make me come." "God, Creed. Make me come." "Don't say it like it's an order. Ask for it." "No." "That's my Ani," he murmured. "Too proud to beg." "You get what you want when I get what I want." "Please. Please make me come." "Too late for begging," he said against her ear. "I want more now." "What do you want?" "I want the truth," he said. "I want to hear you say you want me." "Creed." "Say it." "Can't." "Say it." "I want you," she blurted, unable to stop herself or the giant sob that followed. ~Annika/Creed

Yeah, that went really well. What, I wasn't gentle enough for you? Were you looking for flowers and candles? You don't like to sweat? Are you really a romantic under the tough guy swagger?" Gabriel straightened. "No, but Oz said that you are." ~Dev/Gabe

This can't happen again, Wyatt. We're done. It's over." A palm slapped against the door, right next to her head, so hard she jumped. "I don't think so." "If you think I can spend the next thirteen days seeing you, hearing you, smelling you"--he inhaled deeply and growled a little--"without touching you, you're very, very mistaken." "It's not over, Faith. It's just begun." ~Wyatt

You really want me gone, don't you?" "Creed, wait." "Why? So you can tell me again how you only want me for sex? How you have Dev to fill your emotional needs?" He stopped at the door, scrubbed his face with a shaking hand. "Jesus. All this time I thought I could get through to you eventually, that you would come around. But you don't even want to try. I'm nothing to you, and you don't care." "That's not true." "Bullshit. If you could fuck anyone else, you'd be with them just so you wouldn't have to be with me." ~Creed/Annika

His gaze caught and held hers, bored into her with an intensity that stole the air from her lungs. "I want to break free of these bonds, bend you the fuck over and rail you so hard you scream." He arched up as much as he could, forcing a breath of shock out of her in a rush. "And when I'm done, I want to spank the hell out of you before I tie you down, make you suck my cock and swallow every last drop of my load. Now, will you please let me come?" ~Trance

You want me to make it better for you. Just the way you feel full and satisfied now, you're going to let me satiate you in the bedroom. Any way I want. Splayed out for me in chains on the bed, unable to move while my tongue finds all the places that drive you crazy." "I won't let that happen," she breathed. "You already have. You've let me lick you. I swear I can still taste you--sweet. Addictive." He smiled. "I can already hear you moaning. Letting go. Submitting to me." ~Trance

Damn Ani," he panted, as she licked him clean and then tucked him into his pants. "Where did you learn that?" "Adam." "What?" Creed had dropped his hands to her shoulders, and they tightened into claws. "Adam Yates. You know him. The Seducer? Ow. Your fingers--" "When?" His voice matched his expression, filled with rage and raw possession. It was kinda hot, and a little scary. "I had sessions with him a long time ago. I needed to learn to seduce guys for assignments. He taught me how to kiss and touch a guy and give blow jobs and that thing with my tongue and your-" "Stop. Jesus Christ, stop." "You asked," she muttered.... ~Creed/Annika

Have a care." Brian put a hand lightly on Keeley's elbow as they walked away. "Or you'll slip on the pieces of the heart you just broke." She slid a glance over and up. "I'm very sure-footed," she told him, then made a point of taking a seat between her two brothers. Because he'd caught the scent of her-subtle sex,with an overlay of class-he made a point of sitting directly acros from her. He sent her one quick grin, then settled in to be entertained by Sarah,who was already chattering to him about horses.

La combinación del GST con AcroYoga (capítulo AcroYoga: «Thai and fly») ha remodelado mi cuerpo

The combination of GST and AcroYoga (page 52) has completely remodeled my body in the last year. I’m more flexible and mobile at age 39 than I was at age 20. I’m going to skip explaining a lot (e.g., Maltese, Stalder press handstand) that is best seen in video or pictures, though I’ll describe the most critical (starting on page 53). Google is your friend.

Back-flips are a basic intermediate gymnastics maneuver that many people have trouble doing. The back-flip, also known as the back-tuck due to the importance of the leg tuck, is a 360° backwards rotation from a stand. There are three parts to the back-flip: the set, the tuck and the landing. Just knowing how to do a correct back- on a # Do not stop in the middle of the move, the fall can cause broken bones and/or a trip to the hospital.Back flip is a generic term for an acrobatic sequence of body movements in which a person leaps into the air, performs one complete backwards revolution while still in the air, and then lands on the feet. Variations of back flips, such as the back tuck and back layout, are performed in acro dance, free running, gymnastics, tricking, and various other activities. Back flips can be started from a stationary, standing position and they are also commonly executed immediately following another rotational move, such as a roundoff, so as to take advantage of the angular momentum developed in the earlier move. This is in contrast to freestyle BMX, in which a person revolves in the air about a bicycle.

Jason Nemer (IG: @jasonnemer, acroyoga.org) is a cofounder of AcroYoga, which blends the spiritual wisdom of yoga, the loving-kindness of Thai massage, and the dynamic power of acrobatics. Jason was a two-time U.S. Junior National champion in sports acrobatics and represented the U.S. at the World Championships in Beijing in 1991. He performed acrobatics in the opening ceremonies of the 1996 Olympics. AcroYoga now has certified teachers in more than 60 countries and hundreds of thousands of practitioners.

I’m a scientist, not a whore. I want to study the chupacabra.” True enough, but maybe she could buy ACRO some time. Phoebe’s ice-cold eyes revealed nothing, but her voice rumbled with annoyance. “What you want is irrelevant.” “I’m the world’s leading chupacabra expert. No one knows as much as I do about them. Sounds to me like you need some help with whatever you’re doing, and I can be that help.

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