Fifty Shades Of The Boys

Fifty Shades of Styles

Fifty Shades of Styles; Story

You held onto the pole tighter, You was out of breath. Your feet were aching, You could feel my ankles swelling.

Why did I have to be so fat?

Why couldn't I just be as thin as the other girls in the sport?

You thought to yourself.

I'm a ballerina.

Sounds childish but it's been your dream ever since you were younger.

The other girls twirled gracefully as you slowly twisted. Your tutu spinning with you. The other girls stopped to stare, probably can't believe you were able to do such a thing. Yet, their eyes and facial expression held awe.

"That's a wrap everyone." His deep voice traveled through the dance studio. He made his way to stand in front of us all.

We all stood in a line, awaiting for more of his charm. He could have all these ballerinas wrapped around his long and large hands.

It's a mystery why he hasn't kicked me out yet. Some classes you'd just sit and watch. Him.

He's talented and not only on the dancing floor but also, making the ballerinas dance for him.

Rumours was all you'd hear. I didn't have close friends in the group of ballerinas. You just sometimes got pulled into a conversation and had to keep secrets. Secrets all about, him.

It's a surprise that someone like him, would be a ballerina. Well, if that's what you call a male ballerina.

"Hey," you were startled from your thoughts. You quickly gathered your things, as your cheeks burned.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly.

"You're not like the rest of the girls. I like that about you. You know," his green eyes widened and your breath rushed out. "You're not as bad as you think, I could teach you some extra moves." Before you could reply you were swept off your feet.

We stood before the mirrors, our reflection replaying multiples.

His large hands gripped your waist, his fingertips nearly touching.

"Stretch your arms, widen the gap between your ankles, deep breath, spot." We began twirling. As you looked in the mirror, it was mesmerizing. As if a couple of ballerinas in a musical box. Perfect.

His body pressed against yours suddenly. You arch your back, an unexpected moan escaped your lips. He rolled his hips, another moan escaped.

You looked onto the mirror and his eyes were incredibly concentrated. His lips pressed together causing his dimples to pop.

He gently laid you down, and began to slip off your tutu and leggings. Followed by your underwear.

He leaned into your lips, and traced the line with his tongue. You shivered. You rolled your head back meeting the mirror, reflecting the scene.

His large body hovered over your small frame. His chestnut curls, sprawled upon your lower tummy, slightly tickling.

He hummed, a pleading moan left your lips. The vibration running deeper, as his tongue invaded your entrance.

"Let the mirror show you what you're doing, babe." You shifted looking up to the scene again.

His head between your legs and his thumbs rubbing your tingly inner thighs. Your hands tangled in his hair and grinded your hips into his mouth..