Sex On The Dance Floor Novels & Stories

She asked. " Sounds good." " You don't need to change, you look peng already." She unknowingly complimented. " The beautiful lady finds me attractive?" He teased. "In your dreams." She smirked, the bell went off and they walked off together. * * * "Well we're here, do you want-" "Sure let's dance." She interrupted and they stormed the dance floor. Bodies rocking and moving in sync,loud music and red cups with various spiked liquids were the highlight of the SIN party, and not to forget the dirty games and sex. Rooms were specially procured for the latter.

Clara replied the security, and took a step into the club she had thought she would never visit again. And it was so worth it, for in addition to the night's theme being Sensual Indigo, Adonis was on stage, performing that slow erotic dance which sent the blood in her system humming in immediate recognition of his masculinity. He was sex itself, his rippling body moving flexibly as he artfully performed the body roll slowly, sensually, and seductively.

"I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot." He laughed. "Stop that Elliot." Diane scolded him. "Oh please she's twenty and not a baby." He replied. "Anyway, be there everyone." "Of course we will." Sarah said, "I'll clear my schedule." "Daddy?" Maya said. Peter hadn't said anything since. He looked up and saw everyone's eyes on him. "Oh I'm sorry. Well done Maya, I'm proud of you." Satisfied, she smiled. "Elliot come with me for a minute." He stood up and his son followed.

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

And when he slid one hand down while bringing the other up, May let out a moan loud enough to be heard over the music. The dance floor was packed and everyone was enjoying themselves to care about what the other were doing. Stone gave May's pussy a possessive squeeze before turning her back to face her. He slipped one thigh between May's thighs which made her sigh and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Cum on me, baby,” Stone whispered low. "What!" May cast her eyes in all directions. "What if someone sees?" "Relax, baby. No one is watching us. Use my thighs. I want to see you come undone in the middle of the dance floor."

"Then you’d better distract yourself by dancing with me." Aaron chuckled, finishing his drink before standing and offering her his hand. "Let’s go." --- The dance floor was a chaotic mix of flashing lights, pounding bass, and moving bodies. Sofia and Aaron found a spot near the center, surrounded by people who were too lost in the music to notice them. The beat shifted to a sultry, rhythmic tempo, and Sofia began to sway her hips in time with the music.

Raine asked. "We'll discuss it in church." Jax replied. "Dance with me?" Raine asked. "Lead the way baby." Jax replied. They went to the dance floor. Several others were already dancing. Slow songs were playing on the jukebox. Jax was grinding against Raine as they danced. Raine looked over in the corner and saw Astrid sucking Cowboy's cock. Sheena was sitting on Steele's lap riding his cock, her skirt pulled up to her waist.

The temperature dropped just enough to raise goosebumps, and the scent wrapped around me: leather, sweat, perfume, and something dirtier, something electric. The bass thudded deep in the walls, heavy and primal. The dance floor pulsed with bodies tangled together, drenched in colored light. Reds, purples, blues—each flash slicing through sweat-slick skin and barely-there clothing. Desire moved in waves here, thick as the music, unavoidable. Black leather couches ringed the dance floor, sleek and deliberately placed. Some held people sprawled out, drinks in hand, lips at necks. Others hosted more explicit scenes—hands, mouths, fingers disappearing beneath clothing. Watching wasn’t rude. Watch

Kalisha’s POV I drag N to the dance floor as one of my favorite songs blast through the speakers. Feeling the bass in my heart. Hearing the sexual lyrics while dancing with my handsome boyfriend empowers me to do freaky moves on him. I’m not the only one who’s thinking that, there are other women whining and grinding on guys. My mom and her guests don’t really care how erotic it gets on the dance floor. They’re just talking among themselves and having their own good time.

Everyone is dancing and taking shots. I look around the room but can’t find my mate. The strobe lights on the dim dance floor are almost blurring my vision. I searched around for her. I can’t seem to find her. My gaze is drawn to the dance floor. I notice a flurry of men in the center of the dance floor. She must be very sexy to attract the attention of these men. Curious about who has a lot of men’s attention, I find a little space between those men, and I am able to watch what is going on in between. I had no idea what I was in for. That bitch. She’s the one. Her hands in the air, dancing joyously with those guys, and looking very sexy.