Slow Dancing Novels & Stories

I just rolled my eyes at him. When it was time to dance I watched as couples moved to the dance floor, it was a slow song and boring if you ask me, they were just moving left and right and turning around, it was making me sleepy, suddenly the music changed from slow to fast and everyone cheered and began dancing like how a normal party for young people should be, not like old people's party, now that's what am talking about.

(Music....) Lucy positioned herself well as the music began and swayed her body to the rhythm of the song. It was a rumba dance, which is often known as the dance of love She danced very slowly, but in a very sensual manner. She seemed to be trying to seduce Alex or something The dance was in deed very flirtatious, and within the next few minutes, Alex found himself stepping closer to her. He took off his suit and sat on the bed as he stared at Lucy with lustful yet curious eyes

He chuckled. He then stretched out one hand to her, "Dance with me." She placed her hand in his, and he led her to the floor. The people made way as they walked to the center. "Don't be offended when I embarass you." She stated, chuckling. "I did not really learn much dancing." His hand went around her waist, and he pulled her to collide with his chest without warning, his gaze intently holding hers. "Let me guide you then." The music was slow, soulful, yet positive, matching the moment. He began to move her along with the music. Luciana was stiff, her movements sloppy. She laughed.

- Lauren whispered against her ear, feeling Karila's hands tighten on her shoulders. “And we dance like that, clinging close, leading our partners, feeling their sweat and nervous flutters, gripping securely so they don't fall, feeling the slowness of a daring movement that awakens a few butterflies in your stomach, it's like making love. without being naked, it vibrates in the skin, and in the breath... and so it goes... flowing... - Lauren whispered slowly and so low that Karila only allowed herself to be carried away by the movements of the historian's waist that led her to a slow dance, pressing her fingers into the curve of her ass, closing her eyes feeling Karila's delicate body moving

She cranked up the volume, causing the walls to tremble, then began to dance. Blaise watched her as she moved. The dim light in the room made it almost impossible to see her face, but he could make out her frame; her silhouette captivated the room. She was a master of her craft. Soon, the country music transitioned to a sensual tune, and Sasha twisted her body and whined her waist to it. She suddenly dropped to her knees and wriggled on the floor like a snake. The elasticity of her body has always marvelled Blaise. The memory of Lila still lingered in his thoughts, but watching Sasha dance was a temporary relief.

“I know what you are going to say. Take as much time as you want but come with a positive reply. Give me a chance and I will make you the happiest woman in the world.” After they finished having the snack, Liam extended his hand for Sophia to dance. The light went dim on the dance floor. A slow Christmas song was playing in the stereo and both of them were dancing to the tune. After some time, Sophia felt dizzy. She did not even have the wine. What was happening to her?

Debbie spoke wanting to free herself from his grip. “ Not even a thank you, now that's disappointing. but you owe me a dance” he said and without waiting for a reply he took her to the floor. “Jeez I don't like being the center of attraction and most of all I'm a terrible dancer” she mumbled under her breath. The music has been switched to a slow song and everyone has their eyes on the couple. “ You just have to follow my lead and focus only on me okay” he whispered,his voice soothing and Debbie nods placing her hands on his shoulders and keeping her eyes fixed on him.

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.

Music clicks on a moment later, the Bluetooth speaker humming to life with a low beat and a sultry rhythm that slides along the edges of the silence like oil over glass. The song she’s chosen is slow, pulsing with heat, the kind of track that turns movement into invitation. And sure enough, she starts dancing. She moves slowly at first, almost lazily, hips swaying in time with the beat, her bare feet gliding over the hardwood like she’s on stage with a spotlight burning just for her.

Slowly the song came to it's verse as the couple started to sway to the music. The slow music resounded in the room as the man took the lead; holding her like his most precious possession he moved across the floor. He was an aristocrat who had learn dancing at a very small age so compared to her his moves were refined and elegant. She knew nothing about dancing as she wordlessly followed his lead, there were even times when she stepped on his feet but he didn't mind it as he helped her dance.