Sans Dancing Novels & Stories

His eyes sparkled with mischief, and that familiar smirk was just as charming as I remembered. “Damon,” I breathed, a mix of surprise and nostalgia washing over me. “It’s been...what? Seventeen years?” “Something like that,” he replied, leaning casually against the table. “You look amazing, by the way. That dress? It’s definitely a showstopper.” I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “Flattery will get you nowhere, you know.” “Still showing off that strong side i see,” he teased, making my heart flutter.“But I’ve always had a weakness for strong women.”

Alexander's voice cut into her thoughts, surprising her with its icy smoothness. Dysis blinked, her brows lifted in astonishment. “Why not?” she inquired, her tone light and playful. She could sense the warmth of mischief bubbling up inside her, a sharp contrast to Alexander’s steadfast demeanor. “I don’t dance,” he answered, his voice distant and lacking emotion, as if his choice was as firm as rock. Dysis angled her head, her lips forming a slight grin. “Are you not a dancer, or do you lack dancing skills?” Her voice was gentle, yet there was a subtle challenge within it, causing her heart to quicken just a bit.

fixed my hair. Then they quickly parted and the crowd went wild when they saw me in my Dance regalia for the first time, my hips swirled to the beat of the drum as I joined themSurprizing my men with my dance movements, Dancing out the story of our unique Kingdom. The look on their faces said it all.. as I seductively danced toward them. My mates surrounded me with their smiles and lustful movements, beckoning me to mate with them. My eyes locked onto Niklaus as he pulled me close to him, teasing me with the thrusting of his cock, as Kie joined him, Sam danced close and leaned in, whispering in my ear "My mate" My eyes locked onto his and I said "Mate" his full lips parted with a devious sm

Johnson ignored them. Danice straightened her back, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. So this gamble didn’t work. Maybe my mother and Mrs. Johnson really were only casual schoolmates. Too bad—she had hoped to learn more about her mother. There’s no other way now. “I’ve only been dancing a few months,” she admitted. “Please bear with me.” Danice was about to perform the dance her instructor had taught her, but it was the kind usually performed at banquets and required a partner. She worried it might feel incomplete if she danced it alone.

I look around the room to find Dash shaking his head. Grabbing a new drink from the bar, I walk to the window, shielding us from the crowd, and start scanning the dancing bodies. I was never a good dancer, and that’s okay because dancing is not something a man like me should be seen doing anyway. Couples rubbing their bodies against each other, women trying to provoke men to spend their money on them, and then I see her.

I walked to the side of the hall and waited there, while everyone started showing off their moves on the famous 70s song, Hot Stuff by Donna Summer. I enjoyed watching everyone dancing in the 70s style. Some were dancing willingly while some were dancing so that they are not forced to serve to their partner. Whereas, I felt lucky to get Dylan as my partner who understood my situation so well and didn’t mind me not dancing with him. I swung my body slowly from left to right in accordance with the song. While dancing, I looked here and there for Dylan but I couldn’t find him anywhere. “Where is Dylan?” I whispered to myself. “If anyone finds me here alone and not dancing, then I am gone…” I sa

My thong grows damp from the heat between my legs, making me squeeze my thighs together. He snakes one of his hands across my waist to my stomach and pulls my back closer to him while his other hand makes its way to my left breast. I open my eyes and see Jade standing in front of me wide-eyed. Embarrassment, from my drunken encounter with some guy I don’t even know, causes me to stop what I am doing and take a step away from him. “Do you realize who you are dancing with Savannah?” she mouths at me frantically. I give her a weird look before turning around to see Nathan Daniels smiling at me.

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.

She just wanted to dance and have fun. She ordered a drink and started dancing as soon as she heard the music boomed on the speaker. People flooded the dance floor and she went with them. She wants to dance all night and forget about the world. The world doesn’t give her anything anyway but pain. She must have been dancing for a full hour when she felt thirsty, so she went to the bar and ordered a drink. A man tried to approach her but she was quick to stiffen her neck. She finished her drink as fast as she could and went back to dancing. She was really enjoying the music when she felt someone hold her hips. She tried to ignore it and move a bit so they wouldn't be touching but he moved clos

I hissed and start to play the instrumental version of 'Keep On Dancing' song before I get back on my position. I repeat the same process, from the first position up until the last one. I also do some basic techniques without holding a barre. I remain my right arm at rest but I'm trying to lift it a little for a short period of time not forcing it to move like I used to do when I was not injured. I need this, my body needs to cope up with what happen to me. People around me might don't understand it, but dancing is the thing that I wanted to do everyday and I won't let a simple wound to forbid me in participating the La Sylphide performance.