Dance and Sex

Yes, I know it is quite an obvious statement, but I have to get this out of my system without anyone staring at me like I am a crazy pervert trying to ruin their pastime activities. For me, dancing is like sex, a lot, and I can’t see how it isn’t so for everyone.

I just started taking argentine tango lessons, and even though I try to think about dancing well and keeping a straight face, I simply can’t stop thinking about sex. I’m horny as hell. This is why:

We start dancing. My partner smiles at me and takes me in a close embrace. He holds my right hand firmly, his other hand on my back. His forearm slightly touches the side of my breast. I straighten my back and stand completely still, unintentionally closing my eyes so I can feel the way he stands. I try to feel on which foot his weight is, so I know which foot he’ll start of with. I know, and can feel, he is doing the same. I know he is not looking at me, but knows exactly how my body reacts to his.

Hot, isn’t it? And we haven’t even started moving yet!

I feel him taking the first step, leading me without as much as a thought or a movement. Simply by moving himself where he wants to go, and assuming, no, expecting me to follow. I never know where he is going, I just feel it. He leaves me no choice but to go whichever where he wants me to. At first I am slightly nervous, I have to get used to the way he leads me. But mostly I am nervous because he seems to know what he want so well. But it’s no use, I let go and just follow, feel, move.

By the way: have I mentioned I am submissive in bed? Yeah, obviously that is why I love this so much. But also why I am not afraid of following my dance partner without as much as a thought. I´ve done worse than just dancing while completely surrendering myself to a man’s body. Grin… Back to our dance.

As the music speeds up, my partner takes me in a closer embrace. His arm all the way around my back, my arm in his neck, my breasts touching his chest. We could kiss this way, I think, but we don’t, we dance. I don’t care, it’s better. Because we are closer, there is less room for our feet. I have to respond sooner to avoid him standing on my feet. I feel myself breathing faster. His breath speeds up as well. Every little movement of his body has meaning now, is a way of telling me where to go. His feet are where mine were just a moment ago, I have to pay attention, but my mind wanders. It floats away, not thinking, just feeling. The music, the beauty of the steps, but mostly feeling his body: the way he holds me, how he shows me how to move. All around us is lost, I am lost, there is just the dance. Somewhere part of my mind is saying I don’t know the steps we’re dancing. I don’t care, he leads, I’m in his hand now.

As you might have expected I have slept with some of my dancepartners (3 of 5 actually), but this is not even a description of a dance with one of them! This is how dancing, following, feels to me. Can you excuse me for thinking of sex constantly while dancing?