Call of the Dance

From the UnGagged Archives

I walk out onto the dance floor. I feel you behind me, the floor is crowded and we search for a spot. The bass is deep, heavy, full and dark. In the deep welling of the music lies the call of the dance, beckoning, tempting.

Our hips start to move, rotating and grinding. We do not touch yet, just close our eyes and feel the throbbing beat slide under our skin. Our groins are moving in, grinding our pelvises together, then rolling away…teasing, inviting, sensual and erotic. Our breathing grows heavy, the music builds, igniting sparks inside of us that seeks a release.

Sweat glistens on our writhing bodies and heat builds between our legs. Our eyes lock, hot and sultry, intense and probing.The bass is felt within us more than heard..calling out in passion and heat. Our hands wander on ourselves, on each other, teasing and tempting, seeking and claiming.

Our hips sway and grind, the intensity and need builds, reaching for the final crescendo of music. I writhe down to the floor, never looking away from your eyes..they are heavy, hungry, predatory. You pull me back up, my back arches and you lock our bodies together. Our hips are grinding and pulsing.

You move behind me and press in, our hips move in tandem. I feel the ridge in your pants press against my back, your breath in my ear making sinful promises. Langour sets in and I push back into you as we dance together.

You grab my hair and pull my head back onto your chest. I am caught against you, swaying to your rhythm. Our hearts are thudding in our chests our breathing is harsh and loud, timed to the dark sacred beat we are following.

We are reaching for the musics climax so that we may begin our descent back down. One last crash of the notes and our bodies tense, then begin to relax..sated and limp. Sweat cools, tremors subside, energy slowly returns.

— By Anonymous

ByWe are gathering momentum to begin another dance….