Sex On The Dance Floor Novels & Stories

she smirked, "you know how when you have sex, you have to free your body and just feel the sensations?" I nod as images of Kai's hands on my body fill my mind, flushing warmth through my face all the way down to my toes. "Well, dance is like sex. But instead of hands on your body, picture the caress of the music instead." Oh, she was good! "And than just do what comes naturally. Can you try doing that?" And suddenly, I wanted this. I felt the heat seeping into the ingrained rigidity of my upbringing, melting it's hold on me.

Inside a club, the lights are dim with some lights from the disco ball flickering while landing on the figures on the dance floor with some of them dancing alone while most of them danced with another person of the opposite sex, and their bodies are stuck chest to chest to each other. In a corner, on the sofa, some figures were tightly entangled to each other leaving no space in between their bodies for the air to pass through. Their faces were flushed as they kissed intensely with their tongues entangling, making their saliva mixed.

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

After a few more songs, Joan and I decided we wanted to change the type of music to our favorite - dance/trance/techno/pop! As we got into the dance room, I noticed all the flashing lights and different levels of floor you could go dance on. It excited me so I grabbed Dante’s hand and pulled him to the dance floor just as the song ‘I Want You To Know (feat. Selena Gomez)’ by Zedd came on. “C`mon sexy bitch!” Joan shouted, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the dance floor. Dante was taken by surprise and didn’t realize how quick Joan was. He growled when he realized I was being pulled away from him.

The nightclub thrummed with pulsing beats, the air thick with sweat, perfume, and the unmistakable scent of sex. Trixie, a tall, statuesque beauty with cascading brown hair and piercing blue eyes, prowled the dance floor like a predator stalking her prey. Her tight black dress hugged her curves, the deep V-neck revealing an ample expanse of cleavage that drew the eyes of every man in the room.

Leah smiled at him as she took another sip from her glass. "Okay...Let's do this." she said as she slid her hands into his as he dragged her to the dance floor. Right on time, the D.J switched the music to "work" by Rihanna like he knew the dance floor was about to turn wild. He pulled Leah close as held her waist to meet his groin as she bent, holding her knees as she whined and grinded on his groin and their rhythm moved in sync.

Banged at the dance floor 🍆🍆 Chapter 1: Finger fucked on the dance floor The bass vibrated through my entire body as I stepped into Eclipse, the city’s most exclusive nightclub The dance floor was packed with beautiful bodies moving according to the rhythm. I’d worn my favorite little black dress; short, tight, with a plunging neckline that showed off the curve of my breasts and barely covered the top of my thighs. My long dark hair fell in loose waves down my back, and I could already feel eyes on me as I moved through the crowd.

“Hey, wanna dance daddy?“ a hot dancer climbs into my dance but I don't entertain her, my girl is right there with another man's hands on her sexy body. I push her off me gently and refocus my gaze on Lily and Felix. The music in the club changes to a sexual song and the atmosphere in the whole room changes as lovers begins to grind on each other. Felix turns Lily around so that her ass is pressing against his crotch and in that brief moment, I see the swell of his bulge. He's hard for my girl. I tip my head back and squeeze my cock harder, the pain feels like pleasure in disguise and I watch carefully.

That inexplicable need surged, her body responding with a rush of wetness that soaked through her panties, leaving her shifting uncomfortably. Jax appeared again, drink in hand. 'Dance with me. One song.' His grip on her arm was firm, pulling her toward the floor before she could protest. The music throbbed, some upbeat pop remix, and bodies pressed close in the dim light. His hands went to her waist, hips grinding against hers in a way that screamed intent. 'Jax, stop.' She pushed at his chest, but he laughed, spinning her so her back was to him, his erection pressing into her ass.

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.