Tails Dance Novels & Stories

Fortunately, others were too busy watching the next performers approaching to take notice that me and Eric were conversing, save for Teresa who had an unlikely obsession with my affairs. "Yes...what dance is it?" "We call it the Heron's dance," He said, gesturing to the arm movements as performed a while ago. "The dance is widely attributed to the flow and grace of Herons...a symbol and unison of three elements combined," The rumble of music rang in my ears. Signifying that another performance was on its way. "Have you thought about my proposition?" "About that..." I breathed, wary that Teresa might hear. "Can I talk to you about that?"

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.

Her smile was fake with hints of hatred in them. “Yes,” Alex replied, his tone was warm, as though he hadn’t just barked at me moments ago. “Lila has been looking forward to this evening.” I extended my hand, forcing a polite smile. “It’s nice to meet you.” The woman, who introduced herself as Clarissa, shook my hand lightly before turning her attention back to Alex. “You’ve outdone yourself, as always. This gala is exquisite. Everyone is talking about it.” “Thank you, Clarissa,” Alex said, his voice dripping with charm. “But it’s the generosity of people like you that makes these events possible.”

My parents allowed me to take after-school dance classes, and when I left Opal Pack, Xavier introduced me to a private dance teacher, Herold Henderson. Herold served on the council at White Moon Pack. He was a well-known ballroom dancer in his day and had won several competitions. He taught me what I know today, but tango was still my favorite. "You will be surprised at what I can and can't do," I said. Alex's hand was on the small of my back, and mine was on his shoulders. The band decided it was time to play something slower. "You are incredible!" Alex said, with wonder in his eyes.

His eyes were warm as he looked down at me. "The Moon Tango is a dance of passion and intensity," the instructor began. She started to play music and dimmed the lights a little. The song was slow and sultry. The way David's eyes darkened made my heart race. "It's a dance that brings two souls closer, both physically and emotionally. We'll start slow." David led me slowly, step by step. I stumbled, but he never let me fall. It felt a bit like our legs were going to be tangled together.

Daisy was a professional dancer so no doubt, her moves on the dance floor was very charming and seducing. On the other side of the room, Nicolas was sitting lazily with Ruth and two more girls in his side. He was sipping on his whisky in an elegant manner, reflecting his charm. He was looking like an angel with a devilish charm, in his skin tight white shirt. His purple eyes were deep and bewitching. He was casually looking around his surroundings when suddenly a figure on the dance floor grabbed his attention. A girl in a black two piece spilt elegant dress dancing in a very seductive way, facing her back towards Nicolas. The deep brown hair was beautifully styled in a unique hairstyle. Nic

But to appease my friend I would try it on. I walked into her bathroom attached to her bedroom. It was huge. A deep claw foot tub sat in the far corner next to the shower with glass Panels surrounding it. The bathroom had accents of teal making the gray and white features pop. I slipped out of my clothes and quickly pulled up the dress. It fit like a glove fitting nicely to my curves. but was a little on the short side. I tried tugging down the fabric feeling exposed.

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.

tautly Valerie stepped onto the floor and awed them all with her dancing. She gazed across the lacquered wooden tiles and, with a sudden burst of courage that she hadn’t known she’d possessed, stepped onto the dance floor. As the thrumming rhythm of classical music whispered into her ears, she began to dance. Sliding her right foot back and the other one forward, she dropped low so that her dress brushed the ground, then sprang back up again, so quickly that she got whiplash. She threw her arms out and waved them from side to side, perfectly in tune with the beat, before jumping into the air. Her dress spun around her and for a moment it felt like she was flying … then the ground was beneath