As a Brazilian nightclub dancer of a certain age - 54, if you can believe it - my life could easily be mistaken for a fairytale. All glow sticks and neon lights, feet that never tire, and a stream of admirers eager for just a glance, a touch, a word. But there’s a powerful secret underneath all that glitter and gloom, hidden in the heartbeat of the music and the tremor of the dance floor. My secret? My safe adult hub. My place of intimacy and surrender, where I could let go of the reins and allow my body to be guided into the realm of sensuality. A place where I unlock my deepest impulses without shame or fear of judgment.
You see, I was always comfortable on stage. The spotlight had been my companion, wrapping me in its glow, driving away the chilly shadows of isolation. But it never offered the warmth, the security I needed to explore the depth of my desires. Not until I met him - the catalyst in my tale of slow build and submission. A mysterious stranger with eyes that held promises of drawn-out pleasure and heat. His gaze bore into me, stripping away the dancer's shield and exposing the raw, vulnerable being within. His words were like a soft seduction, a song that danced its way through my soul. He wanted me, fully and completely. But it wasn’t lust that radiated from him; it was respect, patience, and understanding. Something about it 🥵рџ’.
I danced for him. Perhaps it was his piercing gaze рџ‘Ђ that stirred a new energy in me, a rhythm unearthed from the depths of my being, seductive and sinuous like the Amazon River. I moved in a language uninhibited, a dance that felt like a baring of my soul. That's when the submission began. Not in the way you probably think. It was a submission to my desires, my needs; a submission to the realization that the persona I wore on stage - the untouchable, unreal being, was just that - a character.
With every pulse of the music, every beat that coursed through my veins, I felt more released, more connected to my truth. Then, later in my safe adult hub, in the spaces where morning light kissed the shadows, I found my sanctuary and bared my body and soul without the stage's embellishments. It was here, beneath the watchful eyes of the man who saw me - really saw me, I discovered a divine sense of submission. He didn't control me; he freed me to explore, experiment, and embrace my vulnerabilities. I found my power in surrender, my strength in letting go. This understanding, this acceptance, felt like a revelation, a burst of stars рџ’« in my soul.
The world of a dancer is one of constant motion, of mystery shrouded in smoke and mirrors. It’s a dance of masks and facades, a never-ending masquerade. But strip away the costumes, the makeup, the bravado, and you'll find the soul of an artist yearning for connection, for understanding, for love. I found mine in the rhythm of the night, in the safe adult hub where I learned to unravel and submit to my true self. Here, in the hush of clandestine whispers and the soft crash of breaking inhibitions, I found a perspective on my life that both soothed my soul and set it alight. And friends, let me tell you: that’s a dance in itself, a dance as beautiful, as raw, and as exhilarating as any you’ll find on the nightclub floors. 🎀. |
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