I began a class in burlesque dancing this weekend. While yoga has given me balance and strength, grace has been somewhat slow in finding it's way to my grasp.
I bumped and ground my hips and arse, leaped and spread with the best of them. I lay across my chair as instructed with perfect balance. In my minds eye I looked just like this (eyes left and below).
My smokin' split was somewhat damp. My hip bump was a little stiff. My lay back, tracing my ankle to my fingertips did wonders for the vertebra cracking one by one as I unrolled to the floor (eyes left though this picture is a little more glamorous than my experience).
Before I even reached home, I was bruised. My inner thighs bruised from leaping straddled from a high on top the chair to the floor. I am not tall and much pain was inflicted on my inside thighs as I connected with the chair.
Hmmm is this what finding my Dom might be like? Markings in my most tender flesh. Until such a day as I find my Dom, I shall employ the chair to inflict such punishments!
Next week..class two, the damce of the floor feathers...