Jevil Dancing Novels & Stories

"I'm so excited. My brother told me you're the best in Abuja. He said you used to dance in Lagos. He said you were famous. I've been so worried about the first dance—I don't want to step on my husband's feet. I'm a terrible dancer, really. Everyone says so. I have two left feet. I'm completely hopeless." Zara blinked. She had not expected this. This girl was nothing like Dante. She was sunshine and light and complete, joyful chaos. "I'm sure you're not hopeless," Zara said carefully. "Everyone has rhythm. It's just a matter of finding it." "See?" Amara turned to Dante, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching them. "I told you she'd be nice. Most people are so mean about my dancing."

Julius's POV Immediately I got home I dropped my suit jacket and walked to the kitchen, what I saw stopped me at my tracks and I just stared at the scene in front of me. Vera was dancing as she mixed a bowl of sauce and poured it into the pot on the gas. I was getting fucking aroused with the way she swayed her hips and moved so freely. The way her ginger curls bounced around in their loose confinements, what a sight. I just stood behind her watching

In a skip, she began twerking faster than she had ever done – her watery ass dropping and slapping against each other. She got down on the floor as though she was fucking it and slapped her ass against the floor – twerking in that position. Dashiell had forgotten his food by now. And was already pulling down his trousers. “Keep it on. I want to give you a lap dance. And he obeyed.

Jenny shoves me onto the floor, her heel pressing between my shoulder blades. “Dance,” she commands, her voice dripping with contempt. “Show us what that pretty little body can do.” I try to stand, but my legs are jelly. The carpet burns against my knees as I force myself up, my hips swaying in a pathetic attempt at dancing. Rufus watches me with dark, hungry eyes, his cock still wet from my mouth, his chest heaving. and Jenny circles me like a, her fingers trailing over my skin, leaving goosebumps.

I say as I take my position against him. Alexei puts on some music and I recognize it immediately. It’s Telling me something by Nelson Freitas and Mr. Eazi, an absolute favorite of mine. Joao smirks at me “You ready?” I glance at him through my lashes. “Of course I am.” I say and I step forward, putting one leg between his legs and roll my hips against him on the beat. He takes the lead and we dance, swaying back and forth on the beat and keeping our bodies connected.

She had been working there for a few months now, and although she hated the job, it paid the bills. Avila slid down the pole one last time, picking up the cash that had been thrown at her feet. She gave a curt nod to the DJ, signaling the end of her routine, and made her way backstage. She changed out of her skimpy outfit and into her street clothes, trying to ignore the lecherous stares of the other dancers. As she sat there on that black stool in the changing room, all she could do was think about the one thing that stayed rent-free in her head. It was how she got to where she was at that point in her life.

Gianna then decided to take this time to run some personal errands. Like getting an abortion. ****** On the same day, a video of Gianna dancing the Moonlight Dance exploded on the Internet. Bright face, delicate body, solid skills, it was an absolutely beautiful dance. It was a hit. Josh was in Declan’s hospital room, swiping his cell phone and going through the internet, when he happened to see this dance, performed by Gianna. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Gianna, who was dancing in the video. "So Gianna is such a good dancer?"

According to Jeely, it was a dance used to welcome prestigious guests and is supposed to bring about good fortune to the viewer. Jeely and I stood side by side in position as we both waited for the music to start playing. I had practiced this dance so many times before and my body was supposed to know it by memory by now but I still felt very nervous to perform the dance in front of Ren. I could feel his eyes watching me and that made me feel uncomfortable inside. Glancing over at Jeely, she had the most professional smile on her lips, and she didn’t seem nervous at all. Unlike me, I felt like my legs were shaking and prayed that I wouldn’t faint from the pressure.

Which is more vodka than anything. “Business.” Is all he says and I nod my head, not really interested, as I want to dance some more. I stand up, and Lola follows as we go back to the dance floor. Dancing with her to DNA Loving You by Billie Gillies. I get lost in the music once more when I feel hands move to my waist. I stiffen slightly, but for some reason, I relax as I dance back into who it is. I turn my head and see the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.

Not waiting for Christian to return, I make my way into the house, stopping on the dance floor when J Balvin's Mi Gente starts playing. This disc jockey has put me in a lot of trouble tonight. And yet ... I start dancing. Oh my God, I am never taking alcohol. Oh my God, this feels so good. Someone comes up to me from behind and pulls me into him, my back meeting his chest "Shake that hot bod for me, baby" He whispers in my ear and I suddenly feel like puking. I don't want his hands on me. "Let go." I breathe, trying to get away but his grip on my waist is like iron.