Dancing Sans Novels & Stories

A dimmed light cast suddenly sparkled and he made out the three figures dancing seductively toward the room. The air was electric, charged with anticipation and wonder as they moved their body to the song Tyler recognized as Ed Sheeran's Shape of You. Their movements were fast, a bit seductive, and sensual. Sultry in a way as they moved with ease along the dance floor and when the lights came on fully to center on them, Tyler's eyes went wide.

His left hand holds her right hand and raises it at shoulder level. After they positioned themselves, they start dancing slowly, moving back and forth one step at a time. Everybody is dancing lively to a disco beat while Ella and Edward continue to dance in a slow dance as if they have a world of their own. They don't care about the people surrounding them. They are only focused on each other dancing in the rhythm of their heartbeat. They are moving in the flow of the ocean, swaying their hips as their hands lustfully wander on each other's bodies.

Just as the song ends all the girls race down the stairs. They are at Lexi’s side just as Ed Sheeran's “ Shivers.” starts playing. Lexi looks up at Luther and me as she pops her hips in time with the music. She never takes her eyes off of us as she dances. The way Lexi sways her body almost looks like a snake. She rolls her hips and shakes her ass. I see other males looking at Lexi while she is dancing seductively. “ Like Lexi said. Let them look and see what they can’t have.” Stone said. “ Besides, look at her. She only has eyes for us.” Diesel said. Lexi has no clue what is going on around her since she hasn’t taken her eyes off us. She is dancing just for us. “ I like the show but fuck if

she looked at me intensely as our eyes met. "That's silly," I mumbled. "No," she exclaimed. "It is Sana. It is. You can hardly earn a decent amount from the club" "I'll join dancing too," she muttered. "What?" I blurted out. "You're not gonna dance in a club. You're a DJ," I reminded her. I would fucking hate if any guy saw her dancing and touched her. It would crack me up. "Ok fine. I won't do it," she assured me. "I'll join some coffee shop"

But I know that the next day she will come and will pretend that she doesn't hate me because Jack is paying her good money for her job. I took my phone and turn on the song "'the Neighborhood-Afraid" I scratched my neck a little bit from one side to another, I step around a few steps and began to dance. I raised up my leg slowly than with one hand I easily grabbed it and spin around myself, my back was relaxed for the first time and I didn't push myself to think about choreography anymore, I just swam in the music with my dance, and my movements felt so easy, my body felt so calmed and organized. I finished my dance and tears released from my eyes, but I quickly wiped my tears.

SIENNA’S POV The dance floor shook with a slow, nasty beat, bodies rubbing under the flashing lights. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me close, his hard chest brushing my boobs through my tight dress. His breath burned my neck, fingers digging into my curves, and every grind of his hips made my pussy throb. His brown eyes locked on mine, full of want, making my heart pound. Evan’s voice screamed in my head—too old, too used—but the wet heat between my legs begged me to keep going.

dius said her eyes were closed but she could almost see the small smile in dius’s lips as he talked “sarah and julie are dancers... im betting ballet although more modern than traditional” she said “you can tell that?” sarah whispered she was to her left “its the way you move, you have grace you remind me of mave although not in the strict sense like me and her, im not sure how to explain” she said letting out a watery chuckle “we will concentrate on arm training your legs with ballet training are strong so we will concentrate on using your grace to strike fast and hard surprising your enemy” she whispered

I loved this lifestyle with Stefan. “This dress is w​a‍y to​o m‍uch,” I shouted ov‌er t​he mu⁠s‌i​c. Sadi​e was alread⁠y moving, hips s‌waying effortle‍s​sly. “Relax‌, Jess! Loosen up a​ little‍!” “⁠How do I even da⁠nce to this⁠ kind of m‍usic?” I a⁠sk​ed, watching her.

"Get me another shirt… the gray one." With practiced ease, he stripped off the white shirt he had just put on and raised his hand toward me, waiting, as he always did, for me to hand him the freshly pressed one. The phone screen still glowed. I caught sight of Janine’s message: "Mr. Quinn, tonight’s event requires a gray suit." The professional tone was undercut by a playful cat emoji that followed right after. "What are you staring at? Where’s the shirt?" When I didn’t respond, irritation hardened his features.