Fetish

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2018

I've always been obsessed with skaters and ballet dancers (with models too, but we'll talk about it later). The most beautiful bodies which cannot be spoiled by any abrasions and wounds. Two utterly polar worlds, equally perfect naturalness, with which boys can achieve physical attractiveness.

I like the ease of their movements. It doesn’t matter: flips on the board or fouette on stage. Instead of clubs where most strippers look like huge chicken nuggets, I prefer to be a mysterious watcher of wild guys at various city venues. Ex-boyfriend called me "paparazzi" because of my obsessive desire to follow him everywhere and all the time. I guess it started at fourteen, when as a dumb stalker I was waiting for skateboarders to take off their t-shirts and for drops of their sweat to gleam in the sun. It tickled my nerves and hurt my crotch.

Choreographic tricks amaze me no less than the street culture. My favorite seats are in the parterre, as close to the stage as possible. In addition to the performances, the sublime atmosphere, the graceful pas de deux, since childhood I’ve been fascinated by men wearing make-up. Recently on one of the shows the dancers bent their backs to the audience in white translucent tights and the first rows felt awkward and pleased at the same time. Unfortunately, the butts remained the most important memory of this evening, but why not if they were good?