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Danse du Ventre

Welcome to ‘D’ day. Today’s inspiration, brought to you by the letter ‘D’, is danse du ventre.  The English translation of danse du ventre is belly dance.

There are, apparently many conflicting theories as to when and where belly dance originated, but it is thought to be one of the oldest forms of dance, and it is said to contain a mixture of different dance styles.

Today, I’m giving you a snippet of a short scene involving my current main character, Katherine, and her hero, Will. It’s a look ahead at some point in the future but, given it’s been raining and cold here all day, I was in the mood for some happy.

As always, I’d love to hear what you think!

Adult words and content below.


“Baby, what are you doing?”

Honestly, I had no idea what I was doing. Last weekend, after imbibing a reasonable amount of fairly expensive French champagne at an ungodly hour of the morning, I’d spent two hours of my life taking a belly-dance class as part of a friend’s bachelorette weekend. Tonight, after three glasses of pinot noir and more information than I’d ever wanted to know about how my best friend had seduced her husband-to-be with her newly learned belly-dancing skills, I thought it would be a great idea to dance for Will.

I’d thought about it all the way home and even done a quick search for erotic music on my iPhone, downloading a short track with a pulsing drum beat. The minute I’d made it through the door I’d stripped to my underwear which was, thankfully, a gorgeous black satin and lace set with garters that he’d bought for me a few weeks ago. I’d been ready to go but, now that I’d found him sprawled all manly-like on the red velvet couch in our bedroom, wearing only loose black pajama pants and with a heavy crystal tumbler of scotch dangling from his hand, I was losing my nerve.

“Babe?” he asked, looking at me curiously.

With a deep breath and my heart pounding, I crossed the room and handed him my unlocked phone, the song ready to go. I stepped back and placed my hands on my hips, cocking my head to the side.

“Press play.”

As the beat started, I started moving my hips, desperately trying to recall the teacher’s instructions from the class, the counts and the steps and the patterns. I had no idea what I was doing. I felt like an idiot. And then I looked up at Will.

His lips glistened, from the scotch I assumed, and his eyes were heavy, hooded, as he watched me awkwardly shimmy my way across the space between us. And suddenly I felt a little less stupid. I relaxed a little more into the steps, bending my knees and moving my hips more sharply as the beat shifted. I turned and wiggled my ass at him, before turning back around to find him slouched back further onto the couch, his legs spread wider and clear evidence of his interest making itself known at the apex of his thighs.

My heart skipped a beat. I loved that I could do that to him, have that affect on him, even though I most definitely wasn’t perfect. I shimmy stepped my way towards him, coming to a stop standing between his legs, one knee cocked as I continued to move my hips.

“Where the fuck did you learn that?” he asked, one handing reaching out to run a finger over the front of my hip. “That’s fucking hot.”

I reached for his hand and twined my fingers with his, pressing our joined hands to my hip. “Anna’s bachelorette weekend.”

“Fuck,” he murmured, leaning forward and pulling his hand loose before cupping my ass cheeks in his large hands. “Come here.”

He tugged me forward, and I knelt on the couch straddling him, my knees pressing into either side of his hips and his erection firmly pressed between my legs. When he had me exactly where he wanted me he reached up, cupping the back of my head and pulling me down, taking my lips with his.


And, that’s it for today… don’t mean to leave you hanging but, a girl’s gotta save something for the manuscript!

Tomorrow is a rest day… but Monday brings inspiration in the form of the letter ‘E’. I’m thinking escort right now but it is Easter Sunday tomorrow, so who knows what ‘E’-spiration might find me (and if I can’t have e-spiration, a few Easter eggs will suffice!).

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