Dance To The Distortion Novels & Stories

“It’s not even in sync with the music.” “Damn, you really don’t like my dance moves huh?” I stopped from dancing and I was already catching my breath. It was about time that the music was reeling to an end and then it suddenly changed to Careless Whisper. The intro of the music was overtly sensual, kind of dirty and I just thought of something naughty almost immediately. I began dancing like I’m inside a club for male strippers, waving my entire body from my chest to my stomach going down under. I made sure that the moves I made enhanced my muscles. August was just quiet and stern that made it somehow difficult for me to read his thoughts.

With the mellow sound of the stereo, she started dancing. She was still holding his hands while she danced. She smiled at him again and lured him to dance with her. He swayed a little just so she wouldn't be upset. They dance along with the sweet music on the stereo but the way she dances has suddenly changed. It became seductive and he felt his need.

Astrid was shocked to see my change in mood before she was looking at me warily. “Where are we going?” “Come on. You haven’t loosen up since the wedding and what a better way to loosen up other than dancing? Not slow dancing of course,” I said as I was pulling Astrid to the center of the dance floor. We did not yet dancing our first dance and to everyone’s surprise, the music was blaring our ears now. It was ‘Womanizer’ by Britney Spears. Astrid was looking around before she was looking at me. I smirked at her as I was swaying my hips to the music. The playful part in me was trying to play with Astrid for a moment when my wife decided to change all that. And shit was lost.

I find Symphony who I dance with, with no care in the world. The stranger has somehow managed to make an appearance in the crowd. I abruptly stop dancing and look ahead and there is that embroidered shirt right in my face. Symphony doesn't understand why I have stopped dancing so he pulls me back into the crowd to dance. I am uncomfortable and my body is refusing to cooperate with me. "Dance with me" he instructs "I want to go home" I say looking ahead "The night is still young, dance with me" he insists I reluctantly move my feet to the rhythm of the beat.I dance till I forget the strange person who invaded my space and mind a few minutes ago. I am carried by the music until my feet can bar

Still craving a man who's shown me I'm nothing but a piece of ass to him. So I lift my glass, drain what's left, and paste the smirk back on my face like armor. "C'mon, cuz. Let's dance. I don't wanna talk about men problems tonight." Daisha grins. "Now that's the energy I'm lookin' for." She grabs my hand, dragging me straight into the crush of bodies. The dancefloor moves like one giant wave under the flashing lights, shoulder to shoulder, heat and sweat rolling through the air thick enough to taste. Daisha's already in her element—dropping low, throwing her ass back like she's auditioning for Beyoncé's next tour.

In the rhythmic beat of the music, I found fleeting comfort, a temporary escape from the ache in my chest. The pulsing rhythm filled the air, heightening As the dance floor beckoned, I stumbled onto its chaotic stage, becoming a mere silhouette in the sea of pulsating lights. The music became a distorted lullaby, easing the pain momentarily. A mysterious stranger, like a shadow emerging from the haze, locked eyes with me, drawing me into an unexplainable connection that transcended the blurred reality. In my intoxicated state, liquid courage surged through my veins, dulling the inhibitions that would have held me back. The stranger's gaze seemed to pull at the very essence of my being, and w

But wait don't you think this needs a dance yeah i think so. I played " No more sad song by Little Mix" and i kept dancing yeah apart from food the thing i love most in this world is dancing sometimes i do go for competitions done in the streets and i always come as the winner well you know what my mum knows about my obesity with music and dancing but she doesn't know i go for competitions why because she hates it she doesn't want me to go to music line. She get furious anytime she sees me doing it but i don't care why because I am me. I danced for like two hours but i kept feeling I am forgetting something i wonder what that is. Oh my God my job! its past an hour already what am I gonna do

I said back after a few seconds and again, I pulled on him harshly, taking him with our dance. His hand slid down a few inches, almost touching my ass and he pulled me flush against him. I looked up at him and his intense gaze was on me. Anger, lust, confusion, hopelessness and determination raged through me and when the chorus hit, I was lost in this dance with him. In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night Just call my name, I'm yours to tame In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night I'm wide awake, I crave your taste

The sheer black lace, the cold metal of the stage, the anonymity of the crowd—that was all I wanted. I stepped onto the stage. The music was a heavy, dark EDM track that pulsed with a jagged, desperate energy. I didn't dance for the money. I didn't dance for the leering men in the shadows. I danced to outrun the pain. I moved with a savage, sharp intensity, twisting my body, spinning until the world was just a swirl of colored lights. I am nothing to them, I thought, my body arching over the pole, my muscles straining to their limit. I am a trade agreement. I am a budget line. I am a temporary distraction.

He would start by watching five of us, and if he was satisfied, the rest would be considered for a future opportunity. The first name he called was mine. Of course, I hadn’t registered with my real name—I used the pseudonym Almendra. I smiled like a little girl, grinning from ear to ear, just because I’d been chosen first. Then he called four more women. We would dance in the order we were selected, so I went first. I chose a very sensual version of the song “Feeling Good” and started moving like a cat trying to catch the attention of the alpha male. I put into practice everything I’d learned in dance class and added a sensuality that had been repressed for far too long.