Friday, April 22, 2016

e[Lust] - #81

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Johnny on the Spot
Caught Watching
A is for the ache I feel...
OVER THE EDGE - but softly
This is Love

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The NiteFlirt-Twitter Findom-Shout Complex
Donald Trump: Feminist

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Do What You Want
Setting expectations
Held Captive

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My Rope Life Rebooted
I Needed my Fix
Beautiful, Loving, Surprise Birthday Blowjob!
Mind and Body
Bukkake, Babe, that's me! Or is it?
Jun 2014 Session - Mistress Claire & Robynn
Don’t Just Fuck Her!
Mid Week Fantasizing -- The 3some
I told him I'm Hy.

Writing About Writing

Captive Audience: Dubious Consent Fantasy


He is Risen! A Lusty Limerick
Thin - an erotic poem


The illusion of familiarity...

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Be A Better Lover
Who Owns My Sexual Agency?

Body Talk and Sexual Health

Boobs on my Mind
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Sunday, April 17, 2016

My First Belly Dance Workshop and Showcase

9 new DVDs I bought from Michelle
Joyce at the workshops. She was selling
them for $5 and $10.
So, I've been playing around with belly dance for a handful of years now. I've never had access to live classes, so I am self taught through DVDs and youtube. I've never minded this so much, as being a self-conscious person, it allowed me to feel comfortable in my own space and move at my own pace, which is significantly slower than if I'd done classes. I don't practice nearly enough. I need to work on that.

Earlier this month, I attended my first ever group learning experience. I've attended a few of Peach's haflas (belly dance parties essentially), but I'd never been to a workshop or class. I found out about an event through one of Peach's teachers on Facebook. It was a series of workshops with Michelle Joyce, the woman behind Cheeky Girls Productions whom I buy from and list on the belly dance tab of this blog. It was only two hours away in a city I regularly visit and have family in, so I was ecstatic to be able to go there and work with a dancer I was familiar with.

I was nervous at first. Would I be the biggest dancer there? Would I be surrounded by a mass of professional dancers and look like a train wreck next to them? Would I be able to keep up in class?

Finger cymbal (zill)
mufflers I bought.
Well, I did turn out to be the biggest dancer there, although perhaps the shortest. I was indeed surrounded by a mass of professionals, as I found out during the showcase Saturday night. There were other dancers who weren't on the professional level, but they didn't dance in the show. I did manage to keep up in class. I had some trouble with stamina and some of the more complex footwork, but otherwise, I don't think I did too bad for a self-taught dancer.

I decided to dance in the show so my mother and grandmother could see me dance for the first time. I also do enjoy performing, even though I have a lot of things to work on. I quickly realized that I was surrounded by pros when everyone else was wearing elaborately beaded, expensive bedlah with beautiful thobes as cover ups. The dancing was exquisite. I had never seen live belly dance performances before, and getting to see 13 professional dancers perform was a real treat.

I know I was probably not very good compared to them. I do have a lot to work on, primarily my arms. I tend to forget about them when I get in front of an audience. However, the other dancers were very supportive and gave me lots of compliments. I even got a compliment from a man in the audience who came up to me and told me he enjoyed my dance.

I really enjoyed the experience and I'm sad I can't really find local classes in the cabaret styles. I plan to do more workshops though. There's an event at the same studio in July with Vanessa of Cairo about Egyptian dance that I'm really excited about. I like being around other dancers. It's nice to be around people who are passionate about the same thing you are and understand what its like to study this dance.

New hip scarf I bought and wore
to perform in.
Mom took a video of my performance. I watched it during the intermission, but I can't go back and watch it now because all I do is pick out the flaws. Which, I suppose if you aren't a dancer, you wouldn't notice most of it, but I'm sure you'll notice the arms issue. I hope you enjoy the dance. I enjoyed performing, even if I wasn't on par with the other dancers. I'm a bit sad I didn't record some of the other performances, but I was more interested in watching. They were so good.

I can't wait for the next workshop.

Friday, April 15, 2016

Unmasked: Part 17: Elements

It wasn't long before Kirsa and his Kin came back to the table. Kirsa was grinning like a pup with her first kill. Constantina sat quietly next to Rodrick, refusing to meet his gaze. He lifted an eyebrow at Kirsa, who flashed him a bit of fang. He frowned at Kirsa, who only grinned more fiercely. He fought the urge to rub his temples. He could only imagine the mischief his sister's mate was working in his Kin. He had little doubt that he wouldn't have to wait long find out. Constantina had shown a spirit he had not expected of her people. It would serve her well among his kind, but he couldn't decide if he relished the thought of her rebellion or dreaded it.

Rodrick tore off a hunk of bread and handed it to her. She took it silently and nibbled at it, occasionally removing a piece and dipping it in the bowl of sauce at the center of the table. He slid the platter of quail toward the women, and they continued the meal in relative peace, discussing innocuous things.

When they finished, he stood, offering his hand to help Constantina to her feet. "Come, I have something to show you."

She rose, following quietly after him, wrapping her arms around her middle again as they left the tavern. He led her back toward the fortress taking a path that forked off from the road to the village. They came to a large enclosure bordered by a stone fence. Fruit trees lined the walls, framing the raised beds of vegetables that filled the gardens. Tomatoes, blueberries, and peppers filled the place with brilliant color and delicious scents.

Something changed as they passed through the lattice arch that was the entry way into the gardens. Constantina's arms dropped away from her belly to hang relaxed at her sides. Energy swelled around him, tingling in his fingertips and warming the soles of his feet. Leaves of newly growing plants unfurled as she passed them. Fruit ripened on the vine before his eyes. Contantina took deep breaths, the tension bleeding out of her shoulders. The green shimmer on her skin seemed to grow more vibrant.

"These are the gardens that supply the pack. It's not much compared to the farms of your people, but we mostly hunt and forage," he said, watching her peer intently at the leaves of a tomato plant.

She looked back at him. "But you have bread?"

He smirked. "We take grain in raids or trade with the humans from the river cities."

She turned back to the plant, pursing her lips.

He sighed. "You'll have to get used to the idea of our raiding. It's not going to change."

She slipped her fingers into the soil, taking a deep breath. "I didn't imagine it would."

"You should not count yourself among their number. You aren't one of them anymore."

She turned back to him, her hazel eyes now dominated by a rich emerald hue. "Am I not?" she said, vines sprouting out of the soil to twine themselves about her arm. "If I am not Kin and I am not pack, what am I exactly?"

Rodrick blinked with surprise as she met his gaze full on. "Kirsa," he muttered ruefully. He drug his hand over his face.

"If it's any consolation, she wouldn't tell me what the bite mark means," she said, cocking an eyebrow.

He frowned slightly. Dam Kirsa and her wagging tongue. "It means you are mine."

The vines uncurled from her arm. "That's what she said as well."

"I encourage you to become familiar with Kirsa, but I strongly advised that you not heed her in all things." He could see the spark of rebellion in her now solidly green eyes. Energy rolled off of her in prickly waves. It seemed she was fortified by her element, made less uncertain by its nearness. It was a fascinating effect.

He looked up at the sun, noting the time. "I must meet with my deltas. You have free reign of the garden. Be back to my chambers by sunset. Any one can direct you if you get lost. We will sup with the pack tonight."

She looked around the garden with fresh delight.

"Oh, and Constantina?" he said, preparing to leave. "Do not attempt to run. I will find you, and you would not enjoy the consequences."

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Sunday, April 10, 2016

Hey, Good Lookin'

Whatcha got cookin'?
How about cookin' somethin' up with me?
Hey, sweet baby.
Don'tcha think maybe,
We could find us a brand new recipe?
~ Hey, Good Lookin' - Hank Williams

Not really a masterpiece of photography, but I wanted to show off the new apron I bought at my dance workshops this weekend. I'll post about the trip tomorrow. Also, funnily enough, this apron goes past my knees. All hail shorties!

Sinful Sunday