Asian ballerina has an itch she has to rub
Title: “The Unbearable Itch”
Kaoru, a 19-year-old ballerina with a lithe, flawless body, was having trouble focusing during her rehearsal. A persistent itch between her legs was driving her to distraction. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to relieve the sensation, but to no avail.
Sensei Nakamura, her stern ballet instructor, noticed her fidgeting. “Kaoru! Positions!” he barked, his booming voice echoing through the studio. Kaoru blushed, quickly regaining her form, a pirouette followed by an elegant plié.
As she moved through the steps of her solo, the itch grew more intense. It felt like a tiny, wicked creature with sharp claws was gnawing at the delicate skin of her most intimate area. Kaoru bit her lip, trying to ignore the growing ache. But she could no longer deny the urges that coursed through her body.
During the brief intermission, Kaoru slipped into a dressing room, locking the door behind her. She leaned against the wall, her breath coming in quick gasps. Unable to resist any longer, she slowly slid one hand beneath the waistband of her leotard.
“Ah…” she gasped, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin. Her other hand reached up to fondle a perky breast, tweaking the nipple through the thin fabric of her costume. Kaoru’s hips began to move in a slow, sensual circle, the heat between her legs growing with each passing second.
Kaoru’s mind wandered to forbidden places. She imagined Sensei’s thick, throbbing cock slipping inside her tight folds. She pictured the lewd ways the other dancers fucked during their breaks, their moans echoing through the halls. The thoughts combined into an overwhelming desire that demanded to be slaked.
“Mmmm…” Kaoru moaned softly, hips bucking as she fingered herself harder. Her free hand dropped to her clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen nub. Juices flowed freely, drenching her fingers and dripping down her thighs. She was so wet, so turned on by her own debauchery.
Lost in the throes of passion, Kaoru sank to the floor, clothes bunched around her waist. She fingered herself deeper, faster, chasing the sweet oblivion of orgasm. It built at the base of her spine like a tight coil and then…
“Yes!” she cried out, hips jerking as a massive orgasm ripped through her small body. Kaoru writhed in ecstasy, juices gushing over her fuck fingers. She pistoned them in and out of her clenching cunt, milking every last drop of pleasure.
Finally, she collapsed on the floor, chest heaving. A college of emotions swirled within her. Relief at finally satisfying her desperate itch. Pride and excitement at finally discovering the heights of self-pleasure. And the barest hints of shame and embarrassment at being so wanton.
Kaoru knew she should feel guilty for defiling the sacred art of ballet with her filthy lusts. But the lingering pleasure was too sweet to spoil with such thoughts. She would keep her sordid secret and use it to fuel her dance, so that every move possessed an illicit, erotic power.
Kaoru rose on shaky legs, smoothing her outfit back into place. She left the dressing room, breeze cooling the mixed fluids on her thighs. When she stepped back onto the rehearsal floor, Sensei eyed her curiously, noting the flush on her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes.
“Kaoru-san, are you quite alright?” he asked with a slight frown. “You seem…distracted.”
“Never better, Sensei!” Kaoru replied with a radiant smile. “I think I’ve got this solo figured out!”
And with that, she entered the first position, ready to dance with renewed passion and purpose. For now, Kaoru’s itch was thoroughly satisfied – but she knew it wouldn’t be long before that wicked creature was back to nibble at her flesh, fueling her lust and inspiring her art.
