Exercise.
(One late night ballet reblog.)
Tag: black and white
Waiting for the next command…
…and he never touches the ground.
Dancer: Marcelo Gomes
Photo by NYC Dance Project
One late night ballet reblog because…well look at him.
Famed ballet dancer Roberto Bolle photographed by Giampaolo Sgura
I’m partially convinced Roberto Bolle doesn’t actually exist. There is no way a man could look this beautiful, this fit, this handsome, this stunning, and do it in ballet slippers.
In that one moment, I saw a look on his face I’d never seen before. It was a mix of lust and possessiveness, his eyes smoldering like embers. He liked his lips like a lion about to deliver the swift blow to his prey. By reflex I tried to move back a little as he advanced on me – because it scared me a little, thinking what a man like that was going to do to me. But then he moved suddenly and kissed me and my arms went under me and I was flat on my back. He dropped himself between my legs and began to grind against me as he stole the breath out of my lungs.
I had just met this guy but I knew from the moment I saw him that he wanted to fuck me. He saw my body and saw something that was now his, and it was just something I should accept. I figured attempting a relationship would be postponing the inevitable fucking, so I just dropped pretenses and invited him into my room.
Up until that moment he claimed me, I thought it might have been a mistake going through with this. He was so strong. I’d never been with a man with such entitlement.. Any time I tried to do something with my hands, like touch myself or touch him, he would push them off and hold my arms to bed. Sometimes he’s growl a little, as a warning. He was in control here. I was his prize, and it was not my place to be challenging it.
The spark of fear excited me. I parted my legs open for him, showing my pussy to him. A dark look of carnal interest flickered across his expressive face. I began to wonder if that had been a mistake too, baiting him like that, but the fucking he gave me convinced me within seconds. He ate me out, opened me up, and used my hole for two entire hours. I had no idea a man could have that kind of stamina, that someone could fuck me so thoroughly – not just my ass, but my entire body resonated with each thrust from his hips.
And now? I don’t want anyone else but him. Not when I can be taken like that.
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Text is fictional. This is from the web series Hunting Season.
PSA: This is the last advertised day of my fundraiser~
One late night ballet reblog for my readers. So much tension in this picture.
Dancer: Eldon L. Johnson
Photo by Peddecord Photo
I know I push you too hard. I know I strain you, stress you, demand you to be hyperflexible and to bear the weight of my entire body on my toes. I try to meet you halfway though. I make sure to stretch you and massage you and soak you. I drain the blisters under your nails and cut out the corns and callouses that make for awkward steps. I know you tell me you’re hurting, that you need to heal, but I abuse you and push you forward. I know this is not what you were intended to do, but you have carried me so far – across life and across the stage. You are hurting, throbbing in pain, so it is obvious I am not taking good enough care of you. I’m so sorry. When I dance, it is a compromise of art and my physical limits. I need you. I need you so much, so please, don’t hold me hostage. I can’t do this without you. I need you to fly. Just a little longer, don’t give out on me. Two more performances, and then we can rest. Get that surgery you need. I promise. Just be beautiful and hold me up a little longer. Please.
(Text is fictional; dancer is Gonzalo Garcia of the New York City Ballet.)
Someday, my prince will come.
(Yet another one of the endless beautiful photos of Friedemann Vogel; in this he’s doing a perfect arabesque. Btw, I don’t think he’s actually gay.)
“You see, we’re doing you a favor. We could have easily turned you over to the cops for raiding our drug cache. I know you intended to sell all of it to pay off that loan shark, but you were stupid and got caught. Shame. Well. we spoke to your debt collector and settled it for you, but now you owe us – both the debt and for stealing. You have no value, no goods to barter, just your very sweet handsome body. We are going to enjoy having you here to serve us now. We’re very busy men with a local, lucrative business, and you will treat us with respect. Correct?”
“Y…yes.”
“Yes what, boy?” he slapped the boy’s bare pectoral.
“Yes Sir!”
“Good boy. A quick learner, I like that. Rocco, remove his underwear. He won’t be needing them for a while.”
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Text is fictional. Source is:
PETO COAST,BEN TAYLOR + JUAN_CAZZOCLUB
I remember walking down to the old docks, hand in hand. I remember talking about the dumb things dogs do, and I remember the chill in the wind that hinted summer was over. I can fondly recall us sitting on the edge of an old abandoned dock house, watching ducks on the bank of the lake, because this is where he kissed me for the first time. It was the beginning of a high school love that survived growing up and would eventually blossom into adulthood marriage.
More than anything though, the part of this scene that sticks in my mind most of all, is my boyfriend being so distracted and swept up in his amorous feeling for me after our kiss that he lost his balance and tumbled into the lake. I laughed so hard I got tears in the corners of my eyes and my stomach ached as I watched him stomp to the shore line and empty the water out of his new shoes.
Love really does knock a man off feet – or in this case – his seat.
I took him home and bathed him while his clothes went through our washing machine, and we kissed in the shower over and over and over until the water went cold.
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Text is fictional. Source:
Alex Bischoff and his boyfriend. They look like a really good couple! I hope em the best and if you see this you should definitely go follow Alex. 🙂