Sex in naija
ballet diversions Some might have called Lynn and Craig a mismatched couple.She was a few years older than him, the house was in her families name, and he was still finishing his graduate studies.“So, what sort of strange things do you get up to when you’re down here all alone? She made a sweeping gesture in front of her, demonstrating the straight line she was making with her body. Now, picture this as a stage during an average production. There’s usually a lot more women in these things than men, right?” Lynn nodded, gradually moving herself into an elegant ‘arabesque’, leaning forward toward him on one leg, turned in such a way so he could get a good look at how the other stretched out behind her, her arms making a diagonal line to the position of her body.I never thought I’d be doing something like that for you.” Craig didn’t see fit to argue the point.Now that she’d extracted his fully stiff organ, gently massaging it’s length in her elegant fingers, he figured she could wear whatever she wanted.
There was something incongruously innocent yet sexy about the way she looked, huddled at the feet of the chair in her tight black leotard, her legs folded beneath her in those white tights and ballet shoes.
She shifted now into an ‘attitude’, straightening her torso while crooking her right leg behind her in a particular way, one arm raised in an arch above her head.
In this half profile, Craig could see the shape of Lynn’s small but perfectly formed breasts outlined through the tight black leotard.
Lynn enjoyed it immensely, and would spend part of her Sunday afternoons practicing her skills.
Craig had installed a long wooden barre for her along one wall, though he himself found the whole thing terribly boring, and often said so.