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Sensual Dance With Expired Yogurt: I Couldn't Stop Moving My Ass I had an expired Greek yogurt in the fridge and instead of throwing it away, I had a better idea. I spread it all over my body. On my legs, my stomach, my chest. Cold, thick, creamy. The texture gave me chills... but not from the cold. From something else. I started to dance. Slowly. Feeling the yogurt slide over my skin. Moving my ass and I couldn't stop. Every movement spread the texture further, made everything messier, wetter, stickier. And the more I moved, the more I liked it. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. This isn't just a dance. It's a confession. It's the feeling of being all messy, all shiny, all creamy... and not wanting to clean myself up.