Tails Dance Novels & Stories

"His name was Arthur MacTavish. Mother and Charles insisted I be taught the proper dancescotillions, quadrilles, and the likebut MacTavish added a few secret lessons. He was one of my favorite tutors." Phillip moved his miracle-working hands up her calves, rubbing out small knots in her muscles. She hadn't danced like that in years. "And what sort of dances did MacTavish teach you?" "What you saw was the ceilidh. It's a type of Scottish country dancing." She giggled as he tickled the backs of her knees. "And what about the swords? Is that part of it? I've never seen anyone do that before." He moved to sit beside her on the bed.

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.

But as the beat continued, I took a leap of fate to dance just from the middle. “This is your chance, give your all,” I told myself. Slowly, I twisted my belly, throwing my waist towards the beast’s direction and smiling. I looked directly into his eyes, with my hands running all over my collarbone to the middle of my breasts. Next, my legs widened and I slowly settled on my toe, like Cicilia had taught us. Coming back up, I turned back directing my feminine behind towards him. My hand came directly at the waist line of my dance skirt as I made an illusion of removal.

" Yeah, you all looking good, ladies said Mike, staring at Charlotte with a smirk. “Cherry asked, “Hey! Tiana, you girls want to leave? We can if you want to." “No... It's all good." Tiana looked at Zeke, can we come in, Williamson " “Sure, babe! She stopped and groaned at him. We all are walking in. Wow, I gasp, look at this house. It is so big. We saw a House full. The bodies were bumping and grinding on the dance floor, dancing to Laffy Taffy by D4L. I love this song!

His fingers splayed across her waist in the most sensual, non erotic way. With her long smooth neck raised upwards to meet his eyes, her fingers linked with his and his other palm on her waist, it was almost like tango. The most intimate dance which connected souls. And when she spoke again, she was true to herself. "I don't know. I'm scared; I didn't even attend college in a technical sense."

I take it and blow a cloud of vape smoke into his face, watching it swirl around his grin. Teddy gives me a look. I wink. “Trust me.” He doesn’t—but he follows anyway. I lead them toward the dance floor, where “Austin” by Dasha is blasting and a full-on country line dance is already in motion. I slip into place like I never left. Step forward, heel tap, grapevine left. Pivot. Shuffle back. Clap. Repeat. I throw in a spin, toss my hair, and let the rhythm take over. My boots hit the beat perfectly, hips swaying just enough to catch attention but not too much to miss the next count.

Something with the way she moves makes her feel like dancing but she knows she has two left feet. She sat on the bar, she was there just looking around, watching what other people were doing. But she couldn't take her eyes off the lady who was on the ledge. Something about her screams like she knows her, but she knows for a fact that she has not seen the lady before. She cannot find it in her memory when she could've met her when she appeared to be someone popular in the field of dancing or maybe she just loves to party. She waited at the bar counter, looking around and watching what would happen until the lady went down the ledge, she moved her way past a couple of people still dancing to t

Her waist is small, while her hips are wide, and her ass, she has a nice ass. “I thought you would like the curves. She kind of reminds me of a forbidden fruit,” Dash says as the girl straddles him and he groans as she rubs herself over him. His eyes move away from me to the girl and then I look at the girl in front of me. She spreads my legs as she falls on her knees and smiles, looking up at me. She rests her palms on my legs, bringing herself up as she dances. Her moves are seductive and well rehearsed, but she does nothing for me. She is not the woman that has been haunting my dreams.

Surely she could dance like this. For a moment she was anxious because it was just her there. No Finlay in sight to assure her she would do a job well done. She didn't even tell him she would dance ballet to entice Alpha Williamsburg. It was just Lewis and Eddard who knew. Ophelia stepped out of her standing spot, took off her sandals, and stood on her toes, making use of them to support her whole body. She didn't even have any pointed shoes but was barefooted.

Leo was left speechless. This evil nanny must have reported him skipping the damn dance classes again. She won't get away with this! ********* Vanessa took Lisa to a dance teaching center called 'Blendz'. They teach salsa, Hiplet, Ballroom, Ballet, Jazz, Break, Tango, Waltz, Aerial and Belly dances. It's your choice which one you wanna be taught. Vanessa took the little one to register and wait for their turn to be tested by the appointed appraisal. Registration was 30 dollars; non-refundable!