lechemoncul's Blog

As some of my friends know, I am an avid fitness fan. I started ballet at the age of five, football (soccer for you non-Europeans) soon after and Judo when I was ten. As I’ve grown, my taste has changed and I’ve added other disciplines. But,even though I don’t have time to commit to ballet as before, it still remains near and dear to me because of the following story.

Ever since seeing my very first ballet as a little girl, I had always dreamed of becoming a ballerina. My father says to this day, he had never encountered such determination in … My parents soon enrolled me into classes and I never missed a one. I heard words such as “talented,” “gifted” and “natural” being told to my parents so, they saved and enrolled me in a more selective and rigorous school. Seven years after my first lesson, I met Miss LaRoche. She was a thin, athletic,yet graceful brunette whose fragile, innocent features hid the power and beauty she expressed in dance. It also hid a darker side that I would find out far too soon. At her age of 27, she was already retired from the ballet circuit but declined to marry any rich benefactor as most ballerinas do . But, with her prestigious credentials she opened an exclusive ballet school. The day I met her was the day I was to interview for an open position. She ran me through my paces and I thought I did well. I thought she was very rude when she told my parents that I was too old and too fat (I was only twelve and a little thick in some places but not fat!) She did say however, that I showed great form and with some practice and discipline, I’d be fine ballerina. So, she took me on as a student.

Little did I know how much this unassuming petite woman would become the devil incarnate? She worked me to death 4 to 5 days a week and put me on a strict diet. For all the harsh words, the put downs and the constant drilling, she never was able to break my spirit or passion for dance, even when she warned me that she’d drop me if I got hurt in a football match or a judo tournament. I persevered for four long years until I became one of her best students.Then came the day she was offered a chance to teach in Russia.

I will always remember that last practice. She had me stay after all the other students were gone and we danced a duet. It felt amazing dancing with her. After we were finished I stretched as usual at the bar. And as usual she’d come up behind me to help me deepen my stretches, hands on the small of my back and legs, offering support. This time felt different however, she was closer, her touch more intimate more familiar. I felt the heat of her body on my back side. One of her hands was around my waist while the other caressed the inner thigh of my leg on the bar. I turned to look at her over my shoulder, into her deep blue eyes, my mouth slightly open, and my breathing ragged. She tenderly kissed me and I instinctively kissed her back. Her mouth was sweet and her tongue warm and pleasurable. I felt the hand on my thigh begin to explore higher between my legs while the other hand rubbed the hardness of one nipple making me breath even faster. I never before kissed anyone like this let alone had sex ever. Here I was a total virgin in front of her. She peeled my leotards off of me leaving me exposed and naked but yet on fire and lustful. Now with nothing on and my back against the bar she fingered my virgin pussy, tickling the clit ever so often while devouring my tits and mouth with hers. I was dizzy, … with lust, and scared all at once but I didn't want her to stop. She brought me to the brink of my passion over and over until it almost drove me mad. Finally, she knelt between my legs and took me to heaven. Never before did I feel such pleasure. I could do nothing but moan and grind my pelvis into her face as she expertly licked my pussy. My orgasm came to me almost in a shock as her suckling on my clit made me come in gushes and convulsions not once or twice but three times as if I were doing high flying ballet leaps. As things subsided, she stood and kissed me hard then left me standing there. I never got to say anything to this matron of ballerinas who doled out as much pain to me in class as she gave in pleasure that night on the dance floor. As I collected my clothes, I watched this little beautiful woman walk away, never turning back. I wanted to tell her how much I would miss her. I wanted to tell Miss LaRoche that I loved her…