#new thought

Cavalier!Arlecchino, who holds your waist impossibly tight as the two of you sway on stage while performing Black Swan Pas de Deux.

Cavalier!Arlecchino, who’s movements are slow and sensual. The soft scrape of her fingertips down your arms, her head slotted perfectly against your neck and her soft lips so close you swear you felt a feather-like kiss. As you penché for the crowd, your mind is elsewhere.

Cavalier!Arlecchino, who soaks up your form with her eyes from across the stage, practically eye fucking you as she waits to initiate a grand jeté lift. Not daring to hide her gaze as she basks in the tightness your dress had to offer.

Cavalier!Arlecchino, who perfectly lifts you above herself. Her strength unmatched and your pretty little waist squeezed as the audience gasps and claps.

Cavalier!Arlecchino, who loathes the attention you get from the guests. Men asking for autographs and hugs, women gushing about your beauty and your impeccable talent on the stage. It was all the same in her eyes and she’d grown tired.

Cavalier!Arlecchino, who adds her own Final Act and fingers you senseless in the dressing room. Your mind numb as she does everything in her power to make you scream. The curl of her fingers, her soft praises coaxing you through it…the sound of your wetness fills the room as she molds your insides into a perfect sculpture. Hitting every nook and cranny that makes you cry out and clench around her. You’d be embarrassed at how fast you finished if it didn’t feel so ethereal. You dare chase it again.

Cavalier!Arlecchino, who ends the session with her perfect little canvas inked with hickies, scratches and bites that she just knows you adore <333

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