Belly Dancing Anime Novels & Stories

53: Hiro - Not Again Hiro The air is thicker, hotter…. The openness and ease Ayame had when I was walking in is fading fast, and I know the look when she’s trying to make an escape. They’ve been dancing for at least two arcs, and while he’s new to Aya’s circle, the bartender is at the very least observant.

I found myself reminiscing about the day I was into dancing and it has always been my passion – until Dad stopped me because he thought it didn't fit his idea of 'elegance'. My interest did not stop there. I looked up a nearby studio where I can secretly learn it for at least an hour or so after work before I go home. I was lucky that Knox did not assign a bodyguard or a driver to me so I can do whatever I want. "Belly dancing isn't like any other dancing style. Some say that it is a way to seduce a man– a King, an Emperor and even an Alpha." Genie, my dance instructor said while guiding my body to the right movement. She lifted my chin up high and squared my shoulders. "You must always appe

Everyone on the stage is also thinking the same. "What was that girl is thinking? We are in the life and death situation here! Is she wants to die?!" Akane wants to move, but Himari hold her once again, "Himari?" When the crazy guy had been already near, and arms are already in the air about to slice her, Mizu managed to avoid his attack even though her eyes were still looking down at the floor, and in a blank expression. He strikes her several times, but Mizu was smoothly dodged every of his attack. She was like a thin piece of paper swaying in the air. Mizu was like in a moment of dancing, her body and feet were moving on their own rhythm.

Anna got hit and got angry, and wanted to slap Bella Risa's face. Bella Risa looked at the woman who was going crazy, wanting to hit her. Risa is also very afraid of pain, if someone hits her in this world, her face will swell up like a pig's head. After all, she had studied kendo, so she reacted quickly and dodged. Anna saw that she dodged her slap and immediately rushed at Bach My in anger. Bella Risa was also not weak, so she fought back, the two grabbed each other's hair and struggled. When everyone saw this, they did not dare to advise and could only remain silent.

Bella turns her back on the man and starts dancing on him, in a way that has the man's head spinning with intense lust. "How do you move like that?" The man asks, tucking his face in her neck and she giggles at the action, it's just a bit ticklish but she likes the feeling of the man's warm breath on her skin and he's glad the man doesn't smell like cigarettes or alcohol. "I used to be a contemporary dancer in middle school, I’m pretty flexible too." "Yeah?" The man questioned with raised eyebrows. "Mhmmm." "Angel, turn around and face me.”

Caressing soulfully where Eland's image of what he will feel is becoming more and more real. And Anne doesn't want to stop dancing yet. Even though she's limited to moving her buttocks and waist as seductively as possible, Eland doesn't want to lose this moment. The wide open back is something Eland really enjoys. The hair moving in rhythm with the rocking of his body also has its own allure for Eland. However, the hand that had already touched Anne's private parts did not stop there. Although it was only a gentle stroke, Eland knew that his movements had made Anne even more helpless. Occasionally he heard her sigh in resignation.

They all wore their Kimonos. "If you do not mind me asking, why are you not dressed in modern outfit?" I asked genuinely curious. "Anniversary of our ancestors," Akane answered proudly. "So how long have you been with Damien?" Azumi, the eldest of the three daughters and also the boldest. "Azumi!" Akane said in dismay. I smiled. "Not long but it feels like a while," I said. "And how many of his exes have you fought off?" Azumi asked with glee.

They all burst out laughing at Mak’s piggy face and after everything was comfortable, they ordered for dinner. “So what do you do Mahira, I heard from Ana that you are an amazing Belly dancer,” suddenly he stopped eating, like he realised something, “Are you the famous Mahira, the belly dancer who rarely performs and people actually long to watch your performances, damn!” he had a new admiration in his eyes for her.