It’s a thin line between dancing and fucking

Remember those days …
OK. You’re probably younger than me, Dear Reader, and you don’t have to dig too far into your memory to recall the days when, your gorgeous, sweaty body was writhing to emphatic beats into the small hours of the morning, and then, having seduced an equally lithe body in the dimmest of UV and glitter balls, you stumbled off to a random bed and fucked into the raw light of the next day.

An mailing list to which I subscribed reminded me of such occasions today.

XConfessions Dance & Music Compilation Dirty Dancing has hit the shelves!

Erika Lust proves that how someone dances can be a valuable indicator for how they might be in bed! It’s a cliche because it’s true and we are proving it in seven beautiful dance & music themed xconfessions shorts. It doesn’t matter if you’re off the beat. It doesn’t matter if you’re snapping to the rhythm, this compilation will foster feelings of lust, sex and love and is sure to spice up your sexual rhythm and groove.

Perhaps, like me, you are not so young and those days are but a distant and fond memory.
A fond memory like when Sarah … well … here’s a couple of excerpts from Women I’ve slept with – Pt 10 – Ep2 : Boyfriend?

I had to keep her climaxing for several minutes so I could shoot my load in her whilst she was still cumming, before we both collapsed breathless and high as kites. As we did, Sarah casually said “I knew you’d be good in bed – you’re a good dancer and a good kisser.” Never having been particularly comfortable with compliments, I had no reposte, but my ego swelled.

A few weeks before Sarah and Harvey finally packed their bags, she and I were sat in the park, and she told me how she had told her best friend (also in the country she was moving to) all about me.

Her : I told Kerry about you.
Me : What did you tell her?
Her : I told her you were a good kisser.
And then she giggled and pecked me on the cheek. Considering her earlier comment about kissing, dancing, and fucking, it was obvious what she’d actually told Kerry. And again my ego felt suitably massaged.

Ah, happy days.
I do occasionally think of Sarah, and both the dancing and the fucking. There is brief, if auspicious mention of her professional activities to be found online, and as such, I suspect it might be possible to re-connect with her. But maybe when the DJ has played the last slow dance, the house lights have seared into us, and we have stumbled out into the rain soaked Amnesia Lane, sometimes it’s better just to go your own way and sleep alone, save for the company of memories.

8 Responses to “It’s a thin line between dancing and fucking”

  1. Yeah… I just think of all those timeas in which I could have fucked and had some fucking fun in my twenties but I had no self-esteem or sex drive back then. I wish I were the slut then that I am now… in my imagination. Lol I am also a really good dancer. My hips don’t lie…. 🤣🤣🤣

  2. Often a very thin line, only a micro-particle thick!

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