Slow Dancing Novels & Stories

He smiles, "For the night." We begin to move slowly as our feet and we begin to sway a little bit along with the soulful song. I felt complete sadness hovering all over us while we hug each other as we continued to sway around the room. We were quiet and we just danced peacefully. I hear Landon humming along with the song as we slow-danced to it.

“Tell me what you're thinking.” “I’m thinking about how much I want to bury myself deep inside you,” I confided, starting to rock my hips back and forth and coating my entire length with her wetness before lowering a bit and aiming right where I wanted to be. “But we'll take it slow, okay? I want to savor this moment to remember it my entire life, Vivienne.” Her lips parted, but no sound escaped from them. Her eyes narrowed and didn't leave mine as I started to fuck her slowly, inch by inch. Her vaginal walls parted to welcome me into her warm, wet interior until I was finally fully buried in her.

He had to have gone on plenty of dates to be this good at line dancing! A slow song came on and everyone slowed down to do some 2-step dancing. I looked at Dante and he smiled, reaching out to me to dance with me. The song, ‘I Don’t Know About You’ by Chris Lane, came on and I recognized it. As we began dancing, Dante lifted my chin to look into my eyes with those emerald eyes that melt my insides, “Why can I not stop thinking about you? I can’t help but want to know everything about you, yet you remain a mystery to me.”

The second cocktail must be harder than the previous one. Lulu smiles at her and they head to the dance floor. Like they had done it hundreds of times, they start dancing together expertly. Their moves are related to each other, shaking hips, tossing hairs, jumping as hands up... It starts to play Gassolina from Daddy Yankee and they scream excitedly. It is an old song they love and sing together as they shout. It also allows them to sway their hips and twisting their waists with a slow rhythm which seems seductive. Men slowly get closer to them, one of the best views for the male gaze is that of two hotties dancing together, isn't it?

“I don’t dance.” “Sure you do,” I tease, tugging him to his feet. “I’ve seen you move. You’re not as hopeless as you think.” He lets out a dramatic sigh but follows me to the dance floor. The music is slow and steady, the kind that makes it easy to just sway. I wrap my arms around his neck, and his hands settle at my waist. We start moving together, our steps small and unhurried. It’s not fancy or graceful, but it’s us. And that’s all that matters.

The last people Bertha introduced me said before leaving. "That's about everyone I know here. The rest are the big dogs I am not too close with like Madam Sapphire." Bertha chimed. The slow music started playing and people started paring up to get on the dance floor. "It must be sad to be single," Bertha whined with her lips pursed looking at the beautiful figures moving and twirling to the soft rhythm of the instrumental.

Other couples joined them on the dance floor, matching their slow and measured waltz, and soon, the room was filled with rotating couples that all looked the same, moving stiffly to the ¾ tempo of Blue Danube by Johann Strauss. Sebastian guided them to their table, and Celine hugged her dad, who had tears in his eyes. She watched her sister dancing with Dr. Gururaj or Jai, as he now insisted she call him. Andrei danced with Kim while a broken-hearted, angry Matteo drank. Sebastian grabbed Amara and taught her how to waltz, and Celine’s heart filled to bursting when he did.

Dancing like we had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Aurielle slipped out of her slippers with an easy little sigh, then lifted both her feet and settled them gently on top of mine. The dance shifted again— so did the music. Softer now, slower, like the world itself had decided to exhale. With her standing on my feet, we swayed together in this ridiculous, adorable penguin-waddle that somehow felt more intimate than any ballroom step.

the taller, slender one greeted. "I'm Lowena." The girls didn't respond but drank from the chalice and began dancing to the beat, enticing Lowena to join them. The way they swayed in unison and their flowing arms moved Lowena's problems away with a hypnotic effect that soothed her. They offered her another drink, which she took in kind. Lucinda began dancing behind her, her hips brushing against Lowena's buttocks, Celeste's enthralling eyes inviting Lowena in. It was intoxicating.

Dancing, in general, is so difficult, but slow dancing was far worse because he’s holding me so close as we swayed to the music and I wondered if I’m doing this right. “Just relax,” he whispered. “And just follow me.”