1. Dance Fan


    Date: 5/20/2017, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Author: lesbianfanatic1, Rating: 50, Source: xHamster

    When I am on stage I feel like I am in vacuum. My fellow dancers almost seen like they are surreal, the audience is dimly light to the point that they are blurred faces. I often feel like I am alone moving with the music, feeling it's vibrant impulse on my body. My senses are alive; when it is going good I feel it in my heart. A feeling of completeness a feeling of joy. On opening night last winter that whole experience for me changed, and changed in a way that it will never go back. It changed with a glow of a face in the crowed. A face that stood out where faces never have in the past. A soft beautiful face with a glowing smile, warm, inviting and intriguing. It took me out of my rhythm and subsequently helped to contribute to one of my personally worst performances. Oh, while everyone congratulated me on another great performance I knew better, and I knew because I didn't feel it nor sense it. Rather my mind and body were focused on that face. As we stood in finale and bow to the audience I looked for the brightness I so was so intrigued by. It had vanished, however, gone like the passer by who you feel and want to approach but have gone never to be seen again. My heart sank, knowing that this too was one of those times. And now a bad performance and all had gone for naught. I went through the normal routine after the show, turned down a few invitations from friends to hang out; I frankly wasn't in the mood. Upbeat nonetheless after much fanfare over the overall ...
    performance on opening night. We had had a party with the sponsors beforehand so I put back on the dress and ¾ length cashmere overcoat I had worn. I loved this outfit; it makes me look pretty and made me feel much better. Grabbed my dance bag and opened the stage door to the alley that leads to the street. The sounds of cars and people filled the air as I walked down the alley, as I approached the street I saw a woman in sillouette. She was coming clear the close I got and as the light hit her face a tingle ran down my spine, it was the face. Yes, the face that mesmerized me earlier. I could not help but smile as I approached her. She looked so beautiful, in black boots and a Burberry plaid coat with a turtleneck underneath. Wow! No wonder I was taken by her. She warmly smiled back. &#034Hi, I'm Rachel, and I wanted to make sure I told you in person how much I enjoyed your dancing. Thank you.&#034 &#034No you don't understand, I felt like you were dancing for me and me alone up there. It made me feel very special.&#034 &#034Again, thank you so much, that means a lot - I felt like I wasn't into it tonight. My name is Ashley, by the way.&#034 &#034Not into it! Wow... I want to be here when you are into it - I can't imagine it getting any better.&#034 &#034Oh, there are days when it is better, I assure you.&#034 &#034Ashley, I don't have flowers to give you but I would like to say thank you formally... can I buy you a cup of coffee or something?&#034 &#034Oh, that's ok but you ...
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