Dancing again!

I have mentioned in previous blogs that I love to dance and in particular South American dance. I like the music and I like the very sexual and sensual movements the dancers make. I am not an expert but when I dance I feel alive and free.

 Classes started up again last week and although the venue does not give the right atmosphere, once the music starts we are in Rio and Buenos Aries, in Caracas and Laz Paz.

There is something special when a male dancer takes control of your body. He holds you in a special way and turns you in a movement that he dictates but he does not have real control over. It is the woman who gets the glances, the woman that gets the looks and it is the woman that perspires with excitement and the thrill of dancing with a man whilst dancing with the groins of the male watchers.

I cannot explain it but if I miss a class I feel depressed and it is as if something is not correct. Dancing provides the balance in my life. It is an outlet, it is exercise and it is mentally demanding.

I dance salsa on Sunday and then the dance of the bedroom on my other days. They both thrill but in very different ways!

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Horizontal dancing!

Most people who read this blog will know that I love to dance. Dance invigorates me and makes me feel alive. At the moment I am into salsa but I like all kinds of dance.

Now sex is not unlike dance. It requires a partner who can move with you. It requires a partner who can take the lead.

It requires a partner that can be soft and seductive.

But it also requires a partner who can be aggressive and passionate.

Horizontal dancing requires a music, a rythmn, a touch and most importantly it requires a passion.

So if anyone wants to take me for a dance just get in touch!!!!

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My own fantasy!

Most days I listen to men telling me their fantasy tales. I thought that today I would tell you about one of mine. I hope this is ok.

As readers of this blog will know, I love to dance. I love to dance salsa. I even attend salsa classes.

Well, it is a Saturday night. The salsa club opens at 11pm. At 9pm I shower and decide what clothes I am going to wear. I decide on a short skirt and blouse that reveals much of my breasts. I decide on lingerie that a vey good friend has just bought me.

I then shower. I soap my body well and dream that it is not my hands that are soaping me all over. I then make myself up. I decide on my make up. Not too much, but something to highlight my eyes. My eyes reveal my inner thoughts. And I want them to be understanding my inner thoughts tonight.

At 10.30 I leave home. I am excited. I already have salsa music in my head. The beat is strong and intoxicating.

I arrive at the salsa club and the place is packed. The music is loud and already there are many people on the dance floor gyrating in a very provocative way.

I move to an area where some of my dance school sit. There are a few faces I know and we greet each other. A man who I have danced with before pulls me onto the dance floor. His movements are strong and confident. He moves me around with a passion he has not showed before. His hands glide over my waist and I also feel the back of his hand slide over my behind.

 He does not look at me. I move with his signals and we seem as one. I can smell his fresh sweat and it excites me. Now and agin his chest touches my breasts and I suddenly feel electric. Although he does not look at me I know he is excited. I can feel his cock growing inside his trousers.

Around us other couples dance in spectacular style. They twist and turn in unison and the music holds each and everyone of us in a trance. Suddenly however, the room darkens and I notice that I am the only female dancer on the dance floor. The male dancers remain. I am moved from partner to partner. Each one holds me tight and touches me sedcutively. I can smell their sex and their passion and my hands fly into the air as if to indicate that I am open and vacant.

My body seems at one with the music and I suddenly realise that my breasts have been freed from their enclosure. My nipples are erect and when I move from dancer to dancer they are kissed and caressed. The room darkens and although I am a little afraid I am also very excited. Hands appear from nowhere and I am guided from arm to arm. As I move around I touch erect cocks. They stand to attention for me. I feel powerful and dominant but also placcid and malleable.

As I move to one pair of arms I am turned roughly so my backside gyrates against his erect cock. His hand moves down my breasts and falls to my skirt. He roughly pulls up my skirt to reveal my knickers. They are moist and it is obvious that I am aroused and my cunt is welcoming!

The room is pitch black now and I can only see hands and cocks when they are very close. I don't know how many hands or cocks but there are many. And I am pleased there are many.

Salsa music plays and I fuck to the music. My fucking is like a dance and I move from partner to partner freely and with simple and well orchestrated movement. I am at one with the world. I want and I feel wanted.

Now this has never happened and will probably never happen. I would be too frightened. But it is an exciting fantasy.

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