Erotic dancing Stories

Erotic DancerYou stand on the stage, your eyes, fixed on meAs you start to gyrate to the musical beat,Your body moves...at its slowest speedWhile I just sit – yes, glued to my seatYou arch your back, you sway side to sideYour hips thrust out, to the passersby,You swing on the pole, as you look aroundAt all the faces that are in the crowdYou slowly turn your stare on meAs I watch you move and I watch you feel,The eyes that...

“It's said that clothes, make the man...Sugar.” I hear you throatily purr into my ear as your agile, lithe and athletic, feminine form saws into my own frame. Seated in this plush leather couch, I tremble as your thick, light brown hair sashays against my right cheek as I sit upon my tooo eager-to-caress-you, hands...I feel your soft, warm touch upon my shoulder as your right hand slides just under my coat collar and dive...