Tails Dance Novels & Stories

Wearing a short butterfly-cut dress, Nishma stood before him as the different colors of light illuminated and contrasted other shades of Obsessiveness. Nishma's eyes stared deeply into his eyes as his mouth went dry and he took two steps closer to her. Suddenly lights dimed and musical instruments played and everything turned too sensuous. "Dance of Love: Tango" Chase's thought and Nishma's lips curved slightly. He closed the distance and made a firm hold on her bare skin. A low center of gravity and an emphasis on Contra Body movement changed the tunes of their heartbeats. [Song :-~"I feel so close to you right now,

“So dancing’s superior, then?” Talyss grinned and puffed herself up a bit. Her whole life revolved around bladedancing. Of course she felt it was the better of the two. “In some ways, yes,” she replied. “And certain dances are definitely better than others. We’ll discuss those soon enough. For now, switch hands.” Both of them switched to their left hands, and changed their stances even while in mid-dance. And though Talyss’ movements were fast and graceful, Eva was rather more of a sloppy mess.

I looked at the flier after removing the particles of sand on it read it's contents; Voila Dance competition coming on the 18th of May, Starring; The TafCass Duo, The Galactic Girls and the Mojo Suckers! Wow. The fliers were out already and the main day is tomorrow. Mustafa and I have spent the previous weeks, practicing during every extra hour we could find and even taking permissions from some classes just so we can go to the dance room to master both the old and the new steps that we have learnt. Mustafa and I are the TafCass Duo. People shipped us a lot and thought we were dating hence they gave us that ship name since they thought we looked very cute together.

She suddenly looked behind her but she didn't see anything. "Who are you?" She asked. "Alyssa," called her name again. It was like a whisper. "My goodness!" Alyssa said in shock, when she turned her head she saw Daisy's face very close to her. Daisy pulled her right hand. "Help us, Alyssa," Daisy said and started dancing. Her costume is like a ballerina. Daisy was beautiful in what she was wearing. She was dancing while holding one of Alyssa's hands which she was also dancing with. She didn't know how to dance but at that time she was with Daisy's every move.

Mrs Eze, the oldest, was fanning herself with a silk handkerchief that probably cost more than Zara's rent. "Sorry," Zara said, the smile snapping back into place like a mask she had worn so long it had become her face. "I was thinking about choreography. Shall we try again?" They tried again. The waltz was simple, elegant, safe. Three steps forward, three steps back. A box. A cage with music. Zara had spent five years teaching wealthy widows how to move inside boxes because it was easier than explaining why she could not leave her own. The music swelled, a tinny recording of Strauss from a speaker that had seen better decades. She counted under her breath—one two three, one two three—and gu

Her hand strayed down and she unbuttoned her jeans and slid a hand down inside the front of her pants. Tyler was almost on top of Daria. She pulled her T-shirt completely off, which knocked the tiara to the floor. Her large globes swayed seductively as she continued dancing. She reached down and grabbed Daria’s hands, planting them firmly on her ass. Daria let her hands drop, but Tyler replaced them. Daria complied, secretly enjoying the firmness of her friend’s ass. Soon she was squeezing it happily.

I made my way towards the hall for the traditional dance. I could feel the vibrations from the drums pounding. The words of the songs floating above the drum beats praising the moon goddess and begging her for a love match mate. “What house?” A bored dance coordinator asked at the stage door. “Alpha Osiris.” I said with a flat tone. The coordinator handed me two silver bell anklets The bells are worn to add to the drum rhythm as you dance. “Turn around so that I can pin this number to your back.”

I can't believe this man. I let out a single laugh and shake my head before I look at the stage again. I breathe out and I went out on the stage. This scene is when I enter together with corps de ballet again. We dance in a parallel position holding each other arms. The color of my tutu dress complements their light olive green tutu dress. Corps de ballet is playing the bride maid role that's why they were always with me whenever I appear on the stage. The performance is successful. No one made a mistake although this the first time Zeneca Ballet perform La Sylphide. Loud claps echo in the whole theater as the show end. And although the curtains on the stage are already close, still I could

"Dancing? What?" Out of sudden, he wants to go dancing? That's weird. "You're free today," No wonder the casual clothing. He took her to a mall. Here, no one recognized who they were. He bought two tickets to a large dancing square in the middle of the mall. There were other couples and families dancing to cheerful, upbeat music. "I don't know how to dance. I've only learnt tango and waltz," Elise said. "That's okay. It's free form. Look at others," Damien took her hand. She tried to jerk her hand out of his grip, but he tugged, making her crash onto his chest.

This was her favourite part of the dance when she would have an intercession towards the song’s end, where she performed her striptease. She watched Theodore carefully as she wrapped her fingers around the small tie that held the dress to her body. She drew her lip between her teeth as she slowly and teasingly pulled on the string of the dress. It took every ounce of self-control in him to remain in his chair. Theodore knew what she was doing, and it drove him crazy.