Vine Dances Novels & Stories

CRYSTAL SPRINGS The blonde dancer came over and gave Wynne a lap dance. This time, both Sirius and Perseus watched. By the end of the song, they both understood the allure of watching a woman get a lap dance. “Celeste,” Sirius leaned over and spoke loudly. “I’ve got to go soon, but we need to talk.” She nodded and kissed Wyatt before standing up and grabbing a few of the twenties and a couple of beers off the table. Almost as an afterthought, she grabbed the bottle of lime-flavored vodka. With a wave of her hand, she motioned for them to follow her.

There was no chance for me to meet his rhythm as he controlled every minute, making him follow through with his word. I only take what I get. And everything he was giving, was more than I could ever ask for. The feeling of him continuing to stretch and massage my walls had me crying out and moaning into the empty sky, my eyes rolling back each time he pulled at the belt or thrust deeper into me. Unlike previous vanilla affairs, Alex's vicious strokes alone were enough to make me come, over and over and over again. Every time I unfolded at his mercy, yet another piece of me was bound to him like some kind of runic spell.

Violet's heart sank with realization. "Follow my lead," Vesper whispered, guiding her into the dance. Vanilla and citrus mixed with pine and rose, a journey of scent through the elven kingdoms in attendance. Violet breathed deep, trying to steady herself among the crowd as Vesper guided her through the steps. Everywhere she looked expressionless faces met her. The masks had seemed beautiful at first but the deeper she waded into the dance, the stranger they became. One was a many-headed bird. Another covered completely in eyes. Platinum wings sprouted from the cheeks of a high-ranking lady. One Parvara nobleman's mask looked like it had melted onto his face, leaving him to laugh through the

Apart from the obvious attraction of having a secluded, discreet place to indulge in every sensual pleasure a wealthy person could desire. When the first dance was announced, it was held under a spotlight. Van Dyke took his friends’ ribbing with a tight smile and, drawing his wife into his arms, he murmured, “If I step on your feet, baby Doll…” She placed her small hand over his lips and smiled at him tremulously.

The gentle moonlight made her look like a lost siren. What clarifies Flora's mind was dancing. And she needed to transform all those unborn thoughts into moves so they could go out. Vlad didn't know what kind of dance that was. She looks as if she is flowing. It was not a specific genre. It was a mix of classic ballet, traditional Chinese dancing, and modern dancing. It was something different, spontaneous, and extremely beautiful. Just like the dancer. "Child"

The first thing that comes to mind is a girl hopping over my cock but I don't think that is its purpose over there. The lights are kept dim, a mixture of pinks and purple. I hope at least they will lighten up the stage or else you not going to see much of the details that matter. On the far side along the wall, there are several booths that close with curtains, this is where all the private shows and lap dances will happen. We will see if the night will take me there at some stage. Though Dominic can clearly read my mind as he only stares at me, “Boss, you look like you can eat someone alive.”

I am the young lady of the vampire house of Kaelaris. Having reached marriageable age, I chose, from a stack of portraits, the eldest son of the human family Norefax. My family indulged my preference and arranged our engagement, awaiting the day of my wedding. I do not drink red wine, but for the sake of human ceremony, I secretly went out—without telling my family—to select a rare century-aged vintage, intending to prepare it for the engagement ritual. The woman beside me glanced at the cabinet I had pointed to and immediately instructed the sales associate, “That bottle looks quite fine. Let me have a look.”

She watched in fascination as his muscles flexed and his hair flowed in the wind when he beat the drums with all his might. It was at this moment that Venusa fell head over heels with this man. Just then, Helen pushed Venusa into the dance circle. "You!" Venusa yelled and Helen smiled mischievously. "Dance!" Helen yelled at her, shaking her body to the rhythm. Venusa, being the extrovert that she is, didn't waste time before dancing. She did not know how to dance but that didn't stop her. She swung her arms, shook her bootie as the crowd hyped their princess up. She was so lost in her dance that she tripped on a rock by mistake. She thought she was going to fall to the ground but she was cau

Rain was startled by Viola’s sudden voice, the woman stood behind her, her cheeks flushed red and her smile even wider than the past few minutes. “Did you have more to drink?” She nodded and then shook her head and then burst into a fit of giggles before placing her fingers over her lips. “Oh my God, I’m drunk!” “No shit,” Rain said with a laugh, Viola pulled Rain in for a sudden hug and planted a kiss on the side of her cheek. “What was that for?” “The dance is about to start, come so we can hand our cards over to the matron,” There were going to be seven dances, not everyone chose to fill their cards with names but because of how many offers Rain got, her card was full.

She cupped them, squeezing gently, pinching her nipples while looking straight into Dante’s eyes. Dante groaned, his cock straining painfully against his trousers. Vesper continued dancing naked except for the thong, garter, stockings, and heels. She moved with pure seduction — dropping to the floor in a split, rolling her hips, crawling toward him on all fours, then rising gracefully. She straddled his lap, but this time she let him touch.