Novel & Cerita You Got Me Spinning Like A Ballerina

My wildflower gown swirls around my legs, and the crowd gasps softly at the sight of the layers of tulle swaying like a field of flowers on a sunny day. I still can’t believe that this is actually happening. I’m dancing at a ball, in a gown worth more than my life savings, with hundreds of the most powerful people in the country watching. Little orphan Iris would be in heaven right now. The dance calls for me to turn away from Arthur at this point, performing a solo twirl before returning to his arms. I’ve done it a hundred times or more in our lessons, and I execute the move flawlessly, extending my arm as I spin.

I move my gaze from the floor to my mate to try and keep myself steady, the twirls and whirls make me dizzy. “You are doing lovely.” He seems to say without words, slightly squeezing my hand while keeping a perfect form. This corset is a blessing, had I been able to eat more than a morsel of food I would have lost it in all these spins. The punishment becomes more brutal by the step, my gown gaining weight every twirl around the floor. A spinning top that must eventually fall over. My limbs shaking from my exaggerated frame, my outstretched and lifted arms, my mate bearing some of the load in keeping me upright. My legs begin to feel like jelly, ready to buckle without notice in one of these

I clicked the unmute button. A slow, hypnotic beat pulsed from the speaker, and I started swaying with it, falling into the rhythm. My body remembered even if my mind was nervous. It was like riding a bike. Well, if the bike was wearing silk and making strangers drool in the chat. KendrickKamar: did y’all SEE THAT SPIN VelvetKinkQueen: she’s feeding us tonight 😩 WolfBoi101: best comeback since Saylor Twift PoundApus: I can smell her through the screen. Send help.

“What colour is the sky ¡Ay, mi amor! ¡Ay, mi amor! You tell me that it's red ¡Ay, mi amor! ¡Ay, mi amor! Where should I put my shoes ¡Ay, mi amor! ¡Ay, mi amor! You say put them on your head ¡Ay, mi amor! ¡Ay, mi amor!” We both sing along while dancing in a merry-go-round motion. She let go of my hand and starts dancing like a ballerina. Her feet are positioned like that of an expert. I'm more than grateful that I settled for a wand instead of gummy bears.

I felt my cheeks clench as i flung my hair away from my sweaty skin. The ribbon around my waist drew tighter as i stopped the spin to jump. I jumped, raising bothy legs high enough on the opposite sides. My breathes hitched as i saw my mother stand from the corner of my eyes. I fell back before the rising up in fashion. And then i let myself go into another spin, this time shutting my eyes close and i just went on and on and on and even though i knew i had to stop, the sound of the applauses rose louder and louder and i felt i had to carry on. And on. My ankle glided, and my toes finally fell off its tip. Yet i still went on.

"I heard you're a belly dancer." "And what's that got to do about anything?" "I'm a ballerina dancer," She said firmly, making sure her words would sink in and I froze. "I remember how much he loved watching me dance before. He loved watching me by himself. He loved it so much he would take me right there on the very stage I was dancing on." She whispered the last words to me and my heart skipped a beat, remembering the time he requested I dance for him and how he fūcked me after it.

It was Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding. Everyone saw me cringe as Aaron slowly danced to the music, holding on to my shoulders as I stood as rigid as wood. My hilarious best friend had drawn attention to us, but before I died of shame, people started grabbing their mates to join us on the dance floor. “No-no-no-no-no, Aaron,” I pleaded, through fits of embarrassed laughter. “Don’t do this to me, man.” I shook my head, feeling nothing but pure humiliation surging through me.

Cold in a familiar way that my body remembered before my mind did. The grip. The balance. The way weight shifts. My forehead rested briefly against the metal. “Just this one,” I whispered. “Let me have my last dance.” Not for money. Not for survival. Not for anyone watching through a lens. Just for me. I stepped back, inhaled and then I began. Slow at first… testing. A spin. Controlled. Clean. My muscles protested, rusty from weeks of stillness, but they obeyed. My hips followed instinct. My hands slid and caught and lifted. The mirrors reflected a woman I hadn’t seen in a long time.

Of course, I never truly learned but I picked up a few things. So, I stood up. The ballerina twirled, and so did I. Clumsily, at first. But then… my body remembered. It swayed, turned, stretched. I danced like no one was watching because no one was. I played more videos. Tried more steps. Laughed at my own mistakes. For hours, I danced with reckless joy, barefoot on the marble floor, my heart light in a way it hadn’t been ever.

They dance against me like butterfly wings. What begins as a small peck becomes more passionate. The rest of the world spins so fast that it becomes non-existent. I lean even further into her, and my body melts into hers. It is as if I can feel a fire blazing within me, out of control. We are completely and utterly in sync at this very moment.