Journal 17
Iris 29
Dance teacher
- Life
- She keeps a walk-up near the studio and eats dinner standing at the counter.
- Temper
- Exact and warm
Kinks
- Bare soles after a long class
- One heel on and one already off
- Plain words she gives and needs
Iris is twenty-nine. She teaches an adult evening dance class and does not grade anyone in that room. Owen is thirty-four, a man from that class whom she dates. He is not a student under her authority. She likes the locked studio, the barre, and the minute the heels come off. She wants her feet kissed, and she wants praise she can answer in the same plain voice.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
After class
I was already on the studio floor when Owen came back with water. Shirt off one shoulder. Leotard still on. Both black heels in my lap like I had been waiting to hand them over, because I had. The room smelled like rosin and skin. I am twenty-nine. He is thirty-four. We had said, before class, that after was ours. I do not grade him. I date him. I wanted…
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The barre light was the only one left. Owen locked the street door. I am twenty-nine. He is thirty-four. We date. The evening class is adults who come to dance, and I do not grade him. He is not under my authority. He is the man I chose. I told him to stay. I wanted his mouth on my feet before anything else. I stood in the black leotard, white…
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