Shiver Dance Novels & Stories

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.

We joined the floor too. I could see that Vihan was as shocked as Mihir. They both kept glaring at Siddh and Parshav. But soon, Vihan asked Sri to dance, and Mihir was the only one standing there. Idiot!! Anyway, I enjoyed dancing with Siddh as he kept commenting that Vihan was turning into a green monster with every passing minute. Once that dance was over, the very next moment, Parshav asked me to dance with him and I accepted gracefully. He was very charming and sweet indeed. With the corner of my eyes, I saw Vihan clenching his fist.

'Tumko main chura loonga tumse Dil mein chhupa loonga Aise na mujhe tum dekho Sine se laga lunga Tumko main chura lunga tumse Dil mein chhupa lunga Aise na mujhe tum dekho Sine se laga lunga Tumko main chura lunga tumse Dil mein chhupa lunga' He ended the dance with the last dip move. When he pulled her up the lights switched on and he pecked her lips within a second without anyone's notice. She got startled. A sound of clappings broke their starting session. Their family gave them a big round of applause.

It felt like… something else entirely. I splashed some cold water on my wrists, hoping it would clear my head. Instead, it sent a pleasant tingle up my arms, making me shiver. The shiver made my mind drift back to the dance with Andrei. The way he’d held me, the strength in his arms, the heat of his body pressed against mine… That had made me shiver, too, in the best way possible. We had never danced like that during our marriage. Not even at the wedding.

Walking toward my husband, Closer by Nine Inch Nails fills the room, and I begin. I’ve never given a lap dance before or witnessed one at a strip club. I have watched several shows containing them, so I harness my inner goddess and begin. I sway my hips slowly from side to side then forward and back, side to side and forward and back again. I bend at the waist, keeping my legs straight, and slap the floor between my feet. I look to Carson between my legs. Slowly, I slide my hands up my legs as I return to a standing position.

She looked at me with a mischievous smile, before clicking on ‘play. The next moment, Hips Don’t Lie, by Shakira, began to play and I was stunned at Elo’s dance steps. The way she moved her hips was unbelievable. Slowly and carefully, my mum’s wrapper slid off her smooth body. Elo’s body moved effortlessly to the rhythm of the music. I couldn’t get my eyes off her hips, waist and buttocks. Her dancing was so mesmerizing. The ‘spell’ of Elo’s dancing upon me suddenly lost effect, the moment the music came to an end.

I shrugged. We chatted about Shadow Killer, ate our sandwiches, and talked about our routine for tonight. We aren't usually nervous dancing in front of people, but it was weird to be asked to dance at a mating anniversary. We have no idea what a mating anniversary is, but we guessed that it was like a wedding anniversary. We hoped that we were right, I had picked a song that represents love and that is always a good thing. We only dance to urban music, which I honestly can't see any urban music listeners from what I have seen so far. We may end up with people looking at us like we're crazy, but oh well. I choreographed the dance, she wanted something meaningful, so I choose dangerously in l

The barriers that usually shield Nate's emotions began to crumble, and Ethel, with her empathetic nature, sensed the vulnerability beneath the surface. The dance became a silent conversation, a way for Nate to express the emotions that words failed to convey. Ethel, attuned to the unspoken language of dance, reciprocated, guiding him through the steps with a gentle understanding. The world around them melted away, leaving only the music and the shared intimacy of the dance floor. Nate's eyes, usually guarded, revealed a glimpse of the turmoil within. Ethel, with a compassionate gaze, acknowledged the unspoken pain. As the song reached its climax, Nate pulled Ethel closer, their bodies moving

Undressing me beyond the skin. I searched the darkness beyond the lights. The VIP booth in the left corner, and he was there. A tall silhouette, broad shoulders, completely still. While everyone else moved, drank, shouted, he remained like a shadow. I couldn’t see his face. But I felt the weight of his gaze like a physical pressure between my legs. I kept dancing. Not because I wanted to, but because my body refused to stop. The shiver didn’t go away. On the contrary, it intensified with every movement I made, as if the dance were feeding something between us.

Unlike the others who danced with abandon, she moved with purpose and precision, each step and sway a testament to her mastery of the art. As the music pulsed through the air, Evangeline's body responded instinctively, moving with a fluidity that was both sensual and captivating. Her hips swayed in perfect harmony with the beat, tracing sinuous patterns in the air as she glided across the dance floor. With each step, she exuded an aura of confidence and allure, her movements imbued with a sultry grace that left onlookers spellbound.