Ballerina

Practice makes perfect

I leap and twirl into my final position, smiling to the audience of cross-legged little girls and few boys, watching intently.

I smile and curtsy as the six year olds clap and cheer, rising to their feet and gracefully rushing over to me with grins lighting up their dainty faces.

The smallest little girl, Angelica, takes my hand and tells me that I was amazing.

"Thank you kids, but it's about time you started dancing. Now, show me some talent!"

I sit back into the comfy leather sofa situated at the back of the grade 8 studio and cross my legs.

The children begin dancing and I watch in awe, as usual, at the astounding talent of such young dancers.

As ironic as it sounds, I actually enjoy teaching the young advanced ballet class.

It's not like I hate kids, I just don't want any of my own.

"Alright, that's it for today you lot, see you tomorrow!"

The class meets twice a day everyday other than Sunday from 6:30am-8:00am and then from 5:00pm-6:30pm

When they get older they will of course have to stay for longer hours, but this is long enough for their age at the moment.

When the class have gone I clean up and get into my car and drive the 10 minutes to get home to my central London penthouse.

I step into the lift and tell the attendant what floor I want.

When I reach the top floor I unlock the door of my house and flop on top of Harry who is lying on one of the sofas, all elegance and grace gone.

I've been in a sexy mood all day and all I've been able to think about is getting it on with my hot ass husband

Harry looks at me sleepily

"Hey baby"

I overpower him with a violent kiss, pushing hard on his body, our tongues colliding.

He pulls away, looking at me with those adorable green eyes of his

"Well someone's in a fiery mood!"

"Get a condom on."

"So subtle my dear Kacy" he grins, grabbing a small gold package

As he puts on the rubber, I pull my beach blonde/brown locks from its tight bun and shake it out. Harry watches half naked with his you-know-what standing tall and proud to attention.

I pull off my clothes and slide Harry's shirt off, he pushes me gently onto the sofa and sends his sex organ deep into mine. I yelp momentarily in pain, as I said I'm a complete wimp.

He pushes in and out, in and out, and we fall into rhythm

I push my hips down, hard, making him pull away from our kiss for a second to groan, then he kisses me harder.

He pulls my legs around his waist, him still inside of me, and stands up, carrying me into our large, luxury bedroom.

He dangles on top of me on the bed, pulling the covers over us.

We continue having the various versions of sexual intercourse until Harry rolls off of me and tells me to take a bath while he makes dinner.

I feel in need of pampering tonight, so raid the bedrooms and bathrooms where I seem to have scattered my bathing products.

I pour in a fair amount of everything and lower myself into the steaming, colourful water and sigh, resting my aching legs and stretching them diagonally across the double tub.

When I am clean and well wrinkled I wrap a towel around my hair and tie up a fluffy turquoise dressing gown around my waist.

When in the kitchen I slide onto the worktop next to the oven where Harry is working with a focused expression and a lot of tomatoes...

He looks up for a moment, smirking.

"You smell..."

"Strong?"

"Umm yeah."

I laugh and sit on a stool, swivelling around and around

Harry dumps the pan of spaghetti and a tomatoey, herby sauce onto a large plate and grabs two forks and my hand, leading me to the sofa

"I love you." He tells me, sliding a small moth full of food into my mouth

"You like it?"

"Perfect, apart from one thing..."

"What's that?"

"How much fricken tomato do you need in one dish?!" I scream at him

He laughs and kisses me softly.

"Can we have a baby?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"No."

"Please?!"

"No!"

He looks at me with his big green eyes like a puppy dog

"I'm sorry Harry, but I don't have time for a baby."

He frowns in a grump

We eat in silence, when we are done he stares at me blankly.

"Come on moody lets go to bed, I'm tired!"

I drag him to our room and we get ready for bed

"Goodnight Harry."