Dancing Man Code Novels & Stories

"Themis, let's dance!" "Huh?" "Let's go dance there!" I pulled him over the dance floor as I started dancing together with the other people. I know he doesn't really like dancing, so I just let him stand there while watching me. When he got tired, he sat at a table and just drink some wine to keep himself busy. "Hello there, beautiful lady. May I dance with you?" a man about my age with a black piercing on his left ear suddenly approached me. I glanced at Themis and saw him scrolling through his phone while yawning as if he was getting. Then I faced the man again and smiled at him. "I'm sorry, but I'm with my boyfriend."

I needed to distract myself away from thinking about Ez so I dance crazily like there wasn't any tomorrow. I dance along with friends. Quinn, Val and I laughed when we bumped into each other as we danced to the wild music. Then I couldn't see my friends again since there were tons of people jumping in the centre of the living room, making it a dance floor. The alcohol on my body made my vision kinda shake but I managed to still enjoy myself. A man stood in front of me as he danced. He then went on my back. He held my waist behind. I was feeling the music but I moved away from the man when I felt his bulge on my bum.

Gil asked gently. “I am so happy! Did you do all of these?” Maan asked him, smiling which he nodded. “Can I dance with the birthday girl? Gil offered his hand which Maan willingly took. Their song My Girl, My Woman, My Friend by Jose Mari Chan filled the room. They danced slowly in the middle while their audience looked on with satisfied smiles on their faces. When the song is almost to its end, Maan was surprised when Gil suddenly fell on one knee and showed her a ring.

A light was turned on, making the room look dim. All eyes were fixed on Melvin and Danas, who were in the middle. A host gave directions that couples were given the opportunity to dance in the middle of the room. Nothing happened for a few moments between Melvin and Danas. They could only stare at each other. Until Melvin pulled Danas's slender waist closer, demanding the girl to slowly follow the rhythm of the song being played. There was no longer any distance between them. Danas's heartbeat was erratic; she only put on a tense expression, dancing for the first time with a Raka Melvin Mahameru. The dimmed lights made the man stare into Danas's amber eyes, which had been staring at him all

pushing and pulling me in every direction that pleases him. Normally, I would be offended, but my body just seems to react to this man, following as he bends and twists me around him for his pleasure. His hands slide down my shoulders to my back and then my hips. Our moves are erotic and sensual, unlike my dance with the hobbit. He drops me down to the floor. I take this opportunity to drag my hands teasingly down his leg, before he quickly pulls me up and tilts me back, running his finger down my neck to my chest, stopping just above my breasts. Out of breath I watch my breasts rise and fall, his finger still hovering above them. I stare at his mask, hoping to get even a tiny glimpse of hi

He looked at me, his expression quite difficult to read. "That is how to act like a newly wedded couple, Belle." He said. Turning away from his gaze, I placed by chin on his shoulder and allowed him to continue to sway me to the rhythm of the music. A lot of pictures were taken of us as others in attendance stared, wondering who I was dancing with Christian Martin. "You shouldn't do that Christian." I said, keeping my voice low. "You had no right to do that" "Don't get ahead of yourself. It was just a kiss. One to show that we are together, nothing more." He reminded me.

On our way back to the booth, I was stopped by a muscle-clad giant wearing a shit that looked like it was about to rip under the strain of his arms. “Hey baby,” He said in a silky voice. “Fancy a dance?” I stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was actually talking to me. “Of course she does!” I felt Fiona nudge me towards the man. He flashed me a perfectly white smile before leading me away towards the dance floor. I turned back helplessly towards Fiona, who stood there with her thumbs up. She obviously thought she’d done me a huge favour. The man who hadn’t even told me his name guided me onto the smoky floor, instantly pulling me towards him as he swayed his hips in time to the music

Lila blushed, and then relaxed as someone came up behind her, grinding his crotch into her ass; actually dancing meant that at least no one would be pulling up her skirt. The man's hands slipped up her shirt and cupped her breasts as they moved to the beat, when his fingers went for her nipples they were stopped by the clamps, "Now what are those?" his voice murmured in her ear. Her unseen dance partner lifted up the bottom of her shirt, exposing her bouncing breasts with their metal appendages to the dance floor, and he chuckled as he saw the clamps over her shoulder. "Kinky bitch huh?" He whispered to her as he tugged on the clamps, using them to twist her nipples roughly. Lila bit her pou

—he starts, leaning in— “that you were here alone.” Blinking, I look up from my phone at the man next to me. He’s wearing a dark suit with the jacket unbuttoned and is flashing me a bright-white smile. “I’m Cam, by the way.” He extends his hand, showing off his large-faced watch in the process. He’s overdressed for the bar which caters to the blue-collar people of Eastwood, Indiana.

Strong hands held unto my waist as I twirled around and swayed my body to the beat of the music, it may have been a while since I let loose and it felt foreign to me to be dancing in the midst of werewolves and human strangers alike. “Seems like you've been wanting to do this in a while.” the man said from behind me as he followed my movement, from the corner of my eyes I watched Cassie dance with another. The man who had come to us smelled like sandalwood and honey, my fingers moved to the back of his head as his nose nestled in the base of my neck. My eyes captured everything around me in a dusty haze and broken colors and my hips moved to the beat brushing my backside to the heat of the m