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Finding alignment is the dance of the fuck.

In my youth I rebelled against being “led” around a dance floor. About 2 years ago, I took CW dancing lessons and learned that, yes, part of the process is to be “led” as in he takes the lead and submit to his whim, but the best female partner will offer a bit of resistance so that he can feel she is feeling him, reading his body even though he is in command.

The immediacy of the push and the pull.

Sometimes I feel that tug of rebellious urge, but will compromise in exchange for his warmth for however long the song will last.

I discovered Square Dancing in the class and enjoyed it immensely, the changing of partners, quickly adapting to the different height/girth/strength/pace.

I have never had more than one sexual partner at a time, but have watched oodles of porn where tiny women prove to be the ultimate multi-taskers in the cyber world.

Cocks aplenty pulse and plug into every orifice while she takes a two-fisted approach to impatient peni waiting a turn. Multiple hands and fingers pinch, prod, and drag her, smiling the cliche lip-licking coo into the camera, for a culminating group circle jerk spray painting her in jizz.

Making her the ultimate cum bucket.

A sweaty cupcake iced in spooze.

I know you know what I'm talking about.

You've seen it.

I've seen it.

Looks flawless in sequence, but I know that finding that groove?

In real life? Is not so seamless.

Plus, having worked on film sets, camera angles are real impediments to the flow of motion. There's rocking and then then there's blocking.

Finding the entry position is marvelous... we feel each other out,

find sure footing, need something solid...

that will take the shock of bodies in pistoning off of each other.

There's the initial tease, sizing each other up.

The weight of my breast in your hand,

followed by the tug of your mouth on my nipple.

Your fingers find my wetness.

I rub the pressure of your hard, hand cock... swollen for me.

We exchange sounds and looks and warmth and smells.

We build anticipation, and then we get wet with each other

and you take the plunge into me and it's Yesssssssyesyesyes...

The immediacy of the push and the pull.

You ride me.

I grind against you.

You squeeze me.

My pussy squeezes down on you.

My hips churn your cock for butter and then we're not dancing or fucking...

we're flying.