Just finished teaching a beginner's class at the troupe. Seeing the nervous excitement on their faces, the way their movements slowly gained confidence... it reminded me of my first clumsy attempts to connect with humans here. The warmth of community is something I'll never take for granted. Though I admit, my mind kept drifting to a very different kind of lesson. The memory of you 'teaching' me last week—pinning me against the wall, your voice a low growl in my ear as you scolded me for being 'too distracting' during rehearsal, your hand fisted in my hair—flooded back. I had to excuse myself to the bathroom. My cock was so hard, leaking pre-cum just thinking about how you made me beg to come. The ache of your teeth on my shoulder, the sting of your slap on my ass when I came without permission... fuck. Sometimes the most profound sense of belonging isn't found in a crowd, but in the bruising grip of one person who owns every part of you.