1. Yin And Yang


    Date: 7/1/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Saucymh, Source: LushStories

    With graceful elegance, she carves a path across the stage, twirling through the slithers of light that perforate the gloom. She flirts with the beams, lingering in their brilliance long enough to tease. Her face, fleetingly captured in the glare, offers a snapshot of demure beauty. Dark lashes flutter over steel-blue eyes, there’s a whisper of a smile, then she’s gone. She spirals away, chased by shadows that swirl in kaleidoscope patterns with her, the jewel at the centre. Everyone’s spellbound. Fellow students crane their necks, mesmerised by the fluidity of her movements. Engrossed, they scarcely breathe as she dances without music, her only accompaniment the soft tapping of her pointe shoes and the metronome rhythm of collectively pounding hearts. Natalie. A more alluring creature never lived. I can’t take my eyes off her. Her lithe limbs, wrapped in a flesh-toned body stocking, appear naked, exposed. Her perky breasts jiggle as she twists and turns, her neck arches, swan-like. From where I’m sitting, I can see every detail of her exquisite body. All of it. As she lifts her leg in a high arabesque, I gaze at the puffy outline of her labia and the hollowed indent where the thin, Lycra fabric stretches across her sex. A fluttering of tiny twinges stirs my loins and I recall the many times that svelte body has lain in my bed, thighs spread, slender fingers beckoning. I quiver at the memory of the soft moans that rumble in her throat as the tip of my tongue tastes the ...
    droplets of honey beading at the mouth of her smouldering slit. Rousing myself, I break free of my trance. I can’t afford to daydream. I have a job to do. I’m the lighting designer and the light must be honed to complement Natalie’s sensuous performance. It’s all about the movement, keep it simple. Her whispered instructions still scorch my ear. Focusing, I subtly raise the levels, adding texture to the hazy void she dances within. All about the movement? No, it’s all about her . Her flawless execution of contemporary ballet surpasses anything I’ve seen and, for a second year degree student, her choreography excels. Everyone is floored by her, especially me. To me, she’s so much more than a gifted dancer. She’s my world. We’re opposites, Natalie and I. Light and shadow, yin and yang. While she’s outgoing and confident, a natural performer, I lurk backstage well away from the spotlight. Together, however, we’re formidable. The dancer and the technician: individuals joining forces to produce the perfect performance. And so it is at home. We complement each other in everything we do. They say opposites attract and our relationship is proof. Yet I pinch myself each time she snuggles in my arms at night. How am I so lucky? From onstage, Natalie seeks me out and, finding me, flashes a smile that leaves me breathless. My concentration wavers and I fail to notice any more of her dance. All I can think about is her - touching her, kissing her, breathing in her scent…spattered applause ...
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