Tails Dance Novels & Stories

Tougher. You may know Lincoln Walsh as the principal dancer of an elite ballet company in New York City. His tattoos and extracurricular activities often create a buzz in the tabloids, but they also draw audiences to his shows. They call him the ‘bad boy of ballet’, and he doesn't bother disproving that label.

The first dance to secure the all important who’s who in school. "We should all wear different shades of green with white roses on the corsages. The boys will wear white tuxedos with black roses. The theme of the dance is Day of the Dead, morbid, but fun, right?” Alyssa laughed her high squeaky laugh. Artemis had heard the topic of conversation and felt the need to drag him away before he lost his brother to the “Hoe Zone”. Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, he looked at it.

Among the dance genres like tango, rumba, chacha, and samba, Ashley chose chacha because she didn't have a male partner. In order to show off her sexy figure, she wore a very short skirt and put in all her effort for the dance. Her movements were very provocative. Her skirt flew up when she was turning, and her underwear was flashed at the audience, which triggered a round of applause. When she heard the applause, she danced even more passionately. Valeria was about to dance the rumba, but she changed it to tango after seeing Ashley. After Ashley was done, she attracted a lot of people's attention. Seeing her ooze with sexiness, a few lecherous young men at the gathering gave her their greet

“Nah, I just got here myself, but we should probably be on our way immediately. I’m sure everyone has opened their stalls by now.” Bailey and I begin our trek to the park square. We separate when we get to the heart of the festivities to head for our individual stalls. The Tule Dance rehearsals don’t start until later, so I’m taking the first shift, Talia the second. I’ve been dancing in the Tule Dance since I was twelve. It’s a ritual for weres — a sensual, spiritual performance where young females, wrapped in tule, dance under the moonlight for everyone to see during the first day of the festival, each in various levels of partial shift.

Tuxedo guy swept forward. “How about a dance, then?” “Sure,” Caitlin replied. She pulled her stilettos from her feet. “Let's go.” She strode toward the dance area, giving her butt an extra wiggle as she walked. Tuxedo guy hurried after her. “What about you?” the pirate asked Stacie. “Wanna dance?” “Why not? Catch you guys later,” she said to Leesa and Cali, then took the pirate's arm and followed Caitlin and tuxedo guy toward the front.

“I’m Stacy. Jenna’s chaos partner. You look like you need a break from Chad-tastic.” Tina laughed before she could stop herself. “Yeah, maybe a little.” Stacy offered her hand. Her nails were chipped black, her rings cool and heavy-looking. “Dance with me?” Tina hesitated only for a second, then slipped her hand into Stacy’s. The crowd swallowed them almost immediately—warm bodies, clashing scents of perfume and sweat, arms lifted, heads thrown back. The beat pulsed through the floor, through their shoes, through their ribs.

I waited for her response. “Alright.” “Clear the space, boys,” I ordered as they created a circle. And I was pleased that Darcy was comfortable around me. I slowly danced with her, while making turns and all. It didn't take her long to get accustomed to the steps. While dancing, I noticed that only two people were wearing green downstairs, it felt like they didn't know the theme of the day. They were dancing softly, staring at the tattoo on her right hand. I was stunned, I knew only one person with that exact type of tattoo. It was an eagle holding a ribbon.

She did not have the time to check on her shoes, so she put them on and walked to the stage. She stood on the stage and began to perform as the lights beat down and the music played. She had a good physique and looked like a graceful swan with her black feather ballet skirt. All of her movements were smooth, but suddenly, stabbing pain in her toes caused her to tremble and her movements to freeze. Even the professors below the stage noticed her strange movements. Daisie was the top achiever amongst the Drama, Theater, and Film department newcomers. She had a good memory as she could remember all her lines without difficulty and performed excellently in both dancing and drama.

NATE I sip from my cup as I watch Tasha dance, rocking her body to the music. She twerks her ass like a frenzy goddess, rolling her hips in front of Jennie, who just claps and keeps on yelling over her voice at Tasha to keep going. The cut of Tasha's bikini bra is deep, extending to the base of the middle of her full breasts, which are now shining with sweat and bouncing hard as she dances more. My eyes trail down her body, spotting a black rose tattoo on the side of her left stomach. Her thick thighs are spotless, flexing with the power of her seductive dance moves. The black lace of her kimono is like a silent teasing temptation, scantily hiding nothing about her sexy body.

It was as if her heels were broken. Holding onto his arms, Rose smiled faintly and tried to put some weight on her feet. "Oh no, it's broken," Rose thought. At this time, the dance floor in the middle has been completely cleared. The path between them and the dance floor was also cleared. Rose was worried and got sweaty. Suddenly, an idea come across her mind, and she pulled Kevin's hand. "Do you know how to Tango?" As she said this, she glanced at her feet anxiously. In an instant, Kevin understood and then nodded his head.