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She chose me from among the younger boys to cross the long floor and on the far side, in the half-curtained sunlight she took hold of me and my innocent limbs - she helped me reach up her long back, guiding my trembling hands - and then she enveloped me, joining her body to mine. I could feel the damp of her warmth, our bodies rolling together while her music set the pace which I struggled to maintain, but somehow I kept in step with her rise and fall, with her supple flow, navigating this complex dance, deep in this safe space in the circle of her practiced arms. The pre-pubescent boys looked on and the teacher's graceful Foxtrot took me across the full length of the room from boyhood to something new.
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Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 3:13 PM UTC
A Saturday morning, one hot June, aged 11
She chose me from among the younger boys to cross the long floor and on the far side, in the half-curtained sunlight she took hold of me and my innocent limbs - she helped me reach up her long back, guiding my trembling hands - and then she enveloped me, joining her body to mine. I could feel the damp of her warmth, our bodies rolling together while her music set the pace which I struggled to maintain, but somehow I kept in step with her rise and fall, with her supple flow, navigating this complex dance, deep in this safe space in the circle of her practiced arms. The pre-pubescent boys looked on and the teacher's graceful Foxtrot took me across the full length of the room from boyhood to something new.
Arvon retreat June 2022 - writing about intimacy
stevejeff
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Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 3:13 PM UTC
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