Shiver Dance Novels & Stories

LILITH’S POV: Our hands fall away from the other, seeing as the dance style requires both partners to move together but never touch. We have a brief stare down, a silent wish; may the best man win, whispers into the air between us and then I begin. I swirl around, holding my dress with one hand and the other hand up while swaying my hips and tapping my feet against the hard earth, putting out my best almost instantly. Kain moves as well, dancing more expertly than I’d imagine. His feet work is almost perfect as his taps, with the hastened beat against the floor.

She gave me a few tips—like imagining I was dancing for the man I liked, moving as sensually as possible, smiling constantly, among others. And then it was my turn. The host introduced me as Almendra and told the customers it was my first dance at the club. I walked out, swaying my hips with purpose. When I sat on the chair placed at the center of the stage, the music started—something perfectly fitting. I spread my legs as I moved my arms and body in a playful, flirtatious way. Then I stood up and turned my back to the audience. I slowly took off the shirt while dancing erotically. After that, I looked back at the group of lustful men staring at me and kept dancing until the song ended.

Soon, a low, vibrating hum filled the air. He brought the device to my ankle and slid it upward. The tingling sensation surged through me, reaching deep within me. I felt like my whole body was on fire. "This is the second session. The vibration helps stimulate the energy within you and get it moving." Henry ran the vibrating toy from my ankle to my knee, then to my inner thighs. He held the device there, continuously circling the area. The intense vibrations kept stimulating me, making me tremble from head to toe. Even the ball beneath me began to vibrate, and my body started to rise and fall rapidly.

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.

The girl has not yet made her way to the pole. The girl at the chair makes her way down the stage and pulls Ant by his shirt onto the stage. She sits him down on the chair and begins to give him a lap dance. She starts by grinding her ass into his crotch. Then she turns around, wrapping her legs around his waist and rubbing her pussy against his raging hard-on. She is circling him, kissing him on his neck, and raking her nails down his chest. At times she is riding his legs, rubbing her pussy against him.

They twisted their bodies to the song, bending their figures to tell of the mysterious women who, lore had it, ran with wolves and danced under the full moon. As the last note of the stanza rang out, Willow realized she had tears running down her face. It touched her deeply every year, but this year had hit a deeper, more profound chord. She clapped loudly with the rest of the crowd and turned, prepared to leave. Another group was coming down the road. That was odd, the dance was usually the last. Curious she turned to see, and her heart froze. They walked slowly up the middle of the street, pounding drums. Her heartbeat in time to the ominous beat. It sounded as if they were screaming "doom

I tried so hard to stop myself from really letting go but the moment the Beyonce's 'Beautiful liar' featuring Shakira came blaring through the speakers, I totally lost it. I have always been in love with this particular song, so much that I even know the choreography by heart and would often dance to it behind closed doors. I pulled Valerie by the hand and made her dance with me all the way to the center of the dance floor. She knew it was about to be a show down and she was always ready for one. We wriggled our hips from side to side, incorporating every single part of the original choreography in our moves. We immediately caught the attention of the other clubbers as they watched us in awe

he uttered smugly with a glint of amusement in his voice. "How about a dance, everyone?" She announced and the man in front of her nodded. Couples stood up from their seats. She gulped before leading him to the middle of the dance floor. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. With a blink of an eye, the room dimmed and music started playing. Keisha started questioning what this man's authority is. He just helped them execute their kill. His hand wrapped around her waist and electricity went down her spine. She looked away before wrapping her hands around his neck. She breathed heavily while dancing and watching Shadow from a distance.

“Am I really that beautiful? Are you seeing correctly?” Shane rubbed the cat's furry ears, from the bottom of his heart, he nodded. “I want to see you dressed like this, then dance to a tune.” “What song to dance to?” Shane thought for a moment. “Dancing to the song Lover, that year, you used the song Lover to attract my eyes.” Wearing this cat costume and dancing the sexy tango to the song Lover, it's a completely different kind of beauty. Bertha is also very excited today. “Okay, then I'll dance for you to see.”

Landon emerged from the crowd and came over to where Charlene was sitting with her friends. Inside, the music was playing, and people started to make room for a dance floor in the center of the main hall. "Hey, Charlene ... it's time for your dance, your dad asked me to look for you here and do the first dance together," said Landon, extending his hand to Charlene. "Oh, my ... I'm not very good at dancing," she looked at her friends to bail her out, but they were actually encouraging her to go for it.