 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by ballerina's ex-lover at on 13.01. at 18:08:08 'In 1992 I was dating a ballerina while in university. I was not into dancing at all myself. In fact, I am still a wallflower. My girlfriend at the time thought it would be a good idea if she taught me to dance. She bought me tights, ballet slippers, and a dance belt (the quilted Capezio kind).In the privacy of her residence room, she had me undress from my street clothes and change into dance wear. It sure felt weird wearing a pair of tights - in fact I thought it was very un masculine at the time. She then changed into her tights, leotard, and pointe shoes right in front of me. THAT did it. Boing! Present arms!Everything was so erect and hard. I could barely control myself, between her demonstrations of arabesques on pointe (she demanded that I hold her closely so that her privates rubbed upon mine through several layers of spandex) and releves in second. She KNEW what state my body and mind were in and enjoyed every minute of my "distress". i could not stand it anymore. She bent over her portable barre, peeled her leotard and tights down just far enough, sprang onto pointe in second, and dared me to make love to her that way.I lasted all of two minutes before I came hard . What a mess. I never had such an orgasm before or since. Needless to say, the dance belt needed laundering. I do not know how straight male ballet dancers can do their jobs for a living. I doubt that I could control myself after this encounter. i wil give you this, though: if I had to live my life over again, I would take ballet when I was young ( I am 30 now), not grow up to be a big burly rugby player, etc, etc, and I would marry a ballerina. Sadly, I did not, but I still love my wife anyways. Answers to this message:
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