She moved like no other woman he had ever seen. Long,fluid and dreamy she danced across he floor. She is like the song that she dance to .. Grace.
Her skin like smooth flowing chocolate,covering her from head to toe. Her eyes like her hair was black as night and just as inviting.
He body was as like musical note of Smooth Jazzer's dream. All curvy and sublime,made to make a man feel that he was committing a crime if he did not worship her with his touch.
All that was wrapped in air of being just out of reach,so close but so far away. As the scent of her sex fills the air like a perfume that draw you to it .
Each night he would come to watch her,never making a move to ask for more. In fear that he would break the spell.
Then one night, in those hours before sunrise he finds her alone. She is dancing nude,except for wearing pink ballet shoes and leg warmers.
Sitting in the shadows he watches in raptures as she moves around the floor, her breast high and legs open exhibiting all that was between them.
He could smell her sex and his mouth watered as his fang came down.
He dances in close to her, so that he might join her body as she turned. She opens her eye and for the breath of second their eyes lock. Then dance begins, together moving in and out of each other body rhythm. Each time going higher and higher.
Her legs wrapped around his body holding his close to her as she leaned her upper torso away from him. As she arched her back pushing her pussy deeper on to him and her bare breast high into the air. He strikes!
They dance and dance until the music end and cum as the sun rises and the morning light creep in between the blinds,amid screams and moans that echoed around the room.
Her body,like a work of art,lays cold and lifeless on the floor in the pool of bright morning light.
The only evidences of their dance, a bite mark on the right side of her neck marked by congealing blood and the rising mist, a mixture of soot and fire in the air around her.
They dance never more ....