salsachinita
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This came from "Finding love & romance on the dance floor" thread. I thought it might be fun to turn it into a game :wink: !
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Dance Fairytale Game
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There is enough written here for a short romantic novel..... so I'll kick it off with...
Once upona time there was a beautiful princess who lived alone in a castle. More than anything else she longed to dance, for she had watched the Court Balls since she was a child and loved to watch the figures glide and pirhoueete in their splendid costumes.
One day, she had finally had enough and could stand it no more, she was going to dance, and no butts about it! She asked her parents, who of course were the King and Queen of Dancealot if she could learn to dance.
"No way kiddo," said her father very sternly. "A lass your age cannot learn to dance until she has sufficient suitors that wish to court her. So until then my dear, no dancing for you!"
But the princess, whose name was Erzebette refused to accept this. Knowing that her mother wore the pants in the family, she approached her, but ended up with the same result...
"I'm sorry my dear," said the Queen. "Although your father is full of it most of the time, I'm afraid that this is a rule that has been in our royal family for countless generations. Until you have at least one suitor, you shall not learn to dance."
To say that Erzebette felt that this really sucked would be an understatement. She was mad enough to kick both of her parents in their royal behinds, but being a vain sort of girl she didn't want to ruin her inheritance either.
She was about to contemplate something drastic when one day she noticed one of the scullery maids dancing while she mopped the floor. Erzebette watched her with earnest...noticing how she moved and couldn't help but notice what a figure the maid had! Although she usually only gave orders to the maids, she finally broke down one day and asked to talk to this particular maid, girl to girl.
Astonished, the maid said....
Once upona time there was a beautiful princess who lived alone in a castle. More than anything else she longed to dance, for she had watched the Court Balls since she was a child and loved to watch the figures glide and pirhoueete in their splendid costumes.
One day, she had finally had enough and could stand it no more, she was going to dance, and no butts about it! She asked her parents, who of course were the King and Queen of Dancealot if she could learn to dance.
"No way kiddo," said her father very sternly. "A lass your age cannot learn to dance until she has sufficient suitors that wish to court her. So until then my dear, no dancing for you!"
But the princess, whose name was Erzebette refused to accept this. Knowing that her mother wore the pants in the family, she approached her, but ended up with the same result...
"I'm sorry my dear," said the Queen. "Although your father is full of it most of the time, I'm afraid that this is a rule that has been in our royal family for countless generations. Until you have at least one suitor, you shall not learn to dance."
To say that Erzebette felt that this really sucked would be an understatement. She was mad enough to kick both of her parents in their royal behinds, but being a vain sort of girl she didn't want to ruin her inheritance either.
She was about to contemplate something drastic when one day she noticed one of the scullery maids dancing while she mopped the floor. Erzebette watched her with earnest...noticing how she moved and couldn't help but notice what a figure the maid had! Although she usually only gave orders to the maids, she finally broke down one day and asked to talk to this particular maid, girl to girl.
Astonished, the maid said....
Vince A
Active Member
Once upona time there was a beautiful princess who lived alone in a castle. More than anything else she longed to dance, for she had watched the Court Balls since she was a child and loved to watch the figures glide and pirhoueete in their splendid costumes.
One day, she had finally had enough and could stand it no more, she was going to dance, and no butts about it! She asked her parents, who of course were the King and Queen of Dancealot if she could learn to dance.
"No way kiddo," said her father very sternly. "A lass your age cannot learn to dance until she has sufficient suitors that wish to court her. So until then my dear, no dancing for you!"
But the princess, whose name was Erzebette refused to accept this. Knowing that her mother wore the pants in the family, she approached her, but ended up with the same result...
"I'm sorry my dear," said the Queen. "Although your father is full of it most of the time, I'm afraid that this is a rule that has been in our royal family for countless generations. Until you have at least one suitor, you shall not learn to dance."
To say that Erzebette felt that this really sucked would be an understatement. She was mad enough to kick both of her parents in their royal behinds, but being a vain sort of girl she didn't want to ruin her inheritance either.
She was about to contemplate something drastic when one day she noticed one of the scullery maids dancing while she mopped the floor. Erzebette watched her with earnest...noticing how she moved and couldn't help but notice what a figure the maid had! Although she usually only gave orders to the maids, she finally broke down one day and asked to talk to this particular maid, girl to girl.
Astonished, the maid said, "My Dear Princess, no wonder you're in such distress. Your mother, the Queen, wears the pants in the family, and your father, the King, he wears a dress. No wonder you've only seen the "court balls" all these years!"
"Put your faith in me, and give me all your trust, if it's dancing you want, then "it's dancing or bust." There is a young feather-footed young man who lives in yonder El San Diego, and he is said to dance lighter than the wind. He dances on a special floor made of balsa, and the dance he does, is called the Salsa.
So off they rode to learn to dance. In search of this young man who made all the fairmaidens sigh. Not knowing his true name, they looked, for someone only known by the alias, "SDsalsaguy." And so . . .
One day, she had finally had enough and could stand it no more, she was going to dance, and no butts about it! She asked her parents, who of course were the King and Queen of Dancealot if she could learn to dance.
"No way kiddo," said her father very sternly. "A lass your age cannot learn to dance until she has sufficient suitors that wish to court her. So until then my dear, no dancing for you!"
But the princess, whose name was Erzebette refused to accept this. Knowing that her mother wore the pants in the family, she approached her, but ended up with the same result...
"I'm sorry my dear," said the Queen. "Although your father is full of it most of the time, I'm afraid that this is a rule that has been in our royal family for countless generations. Until you have at least one suitor, you shall not learn to dance."
To say that Erzebette felt that this really sucked would be an understatement. She was mad enough to kick both of her parents in their royal behinds, but being a vain sort of girl she didn't want to ruin her inheritance either.
She was about to contemplate something drastic when one day she noticed one of the scullery maids dancing while she mopped the floor. Erzebette watched her with earnest...noticing how she moved and couldn't help but notice what a figure the maid had! Although she usually only gave orders to the maids, she finally broke down one day and asked to talk to this particular maid, girl to girl.
Astonished, the maid said, "My Dear Princess, no wonder you're in such distress. Your mother, the Queen, wears the pants in the family, and your father, the King, he wears a dress. No wonder you've only seen the "court balls" all these years!"
"Put your faith in me, and give me all your trust, if it's dancing you want, then "it's dancing or bust." There is a young feather-footed young man who lives in yonder El San Diego, and he is said to dance lighter than the wind. He dances on a special floor made of balsa, and the dance he does, is called the Salsa.
So off they rode to learn to dance. In search of this young man who made all the fairmaidens sigh. Not knowing his true name, they looked, for someone only known by the alias, "SDsalsaguy." And so . . .
borikensalsero
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..."Put your faith in me, and give me all your trust, if it's dancing you want, then "it's dancing or bust." There is a young feather-footed young man who lives in yonder El San Diego, and he is said to dance lighter than the wind. He dances on a special floor made of balsa, and the dance he does, is called the Salsa.
So off they rode to learn to dance. In search of this young man who made all the fairmaidens sigh. Not knowing his true name, they looked, for someone only known by the alias, "SDsalsaguy." And so . . .
They reach yonder El San Diego, little need be asked for there was exotic music as never heard before emanating from every pore of this little San Diego Town. Chills run down Erzebette’s body, maid feeling the intense chills from a mere hold of hands, shivers as the fix for unknown addiction travels too, across her body.
Not knowing where to look young Erzebette listens to her soul. It is late in the evening and the mountains being to blanket the sun. Loosing no faith the princess and her loyal maid press on. Finally she feels it, she is at the right place. There are sings everywhere, she is cheerful, doesn’t know why, but knows she is here.
Closer attention to the man made signs created by a needing soul yield a sight more wholesome than the love of a mother, more pleasant than a soothing hand, more gratifying than the very thought of the dance. A seemingly tall, dark, muscular, handsome man, dressed in black-buttocks-tight pants, yet loose as the near his feet. Green guallavera, buttoned half way, displaying the sight many men admire but none posses, yet many women have desire, but none have held. Chiseled face, deep-dark penetrating eyes, rugged facial look from a few days young of escape from the day-to-day search of smoothness for her to caress, her who he has yet to feel, yet to see, yet to need. Sing reads… he who dances lighter than the wind, he who only balsa has cushioned his grace, he who only salsa knows his heart. He, who we call SDSalsaguy is here today just for you…
Location gives way to the beginning of 2 soul’s journey into one… She looks in, the picturesque figure unmistakable to even the amnesiac, traces faceless feelings only one dance can attain, she is there and…
So off they rode to learn to dance. In search of this young man who made all the fairmaidens sigh. Not knowing his true name, they looked, for someone only known by the alias, "SDsalsaguy." And so . . .
They reach yonder El San Diego, little need be asked for there was exotic music as never heard before emanating from every pore of this little San Diego Town. Chills run down Erzebette’s body, maid feeling the intense chills from a mere hold of hands, shivers as the fix for unknown addiction travels too, across her body.
Not knowing where to look young Erzebette listens to her soul. It is late in the evening and the mountains being to blanket the sun. Loosing no faith the princess and her loyal maid press on. Finally she feels it, she is at the right place. There are sings everywhere, she is cheerful, doesn’t know why, but knows she is here.
Closer attention to the man made signs created by a needing soul yield a sight more wholesome than the love of a mother, more pleasant than a soothing hand, more gratifying than the very thought of the dance. A seemingly tall, dark, muscular, handsome man, dressed in black-buttocks-tight pants, yet loose as the near his feet. Green guallavera, buttoned half way, displaying the sight many men admire but none posses, yet many women have desire, but none have held. Chiseled face, deep-dark penetrating eyes, rugged facial look from a few days young of escape from the day-to-day search of smoothness for her to caress, her who he has yet to feel, yet to see, yet to need. Sing reads… he who dances lighter than the wind, he who only balsa has cushioned his grace, he who only salsa knows his heart. He, who we call SDSalsaguy is here today just for you…
Location gives way to the beginning of 2 soul’s journey into one… She looks in, the picturesque figure unmistakable to even the amnesiac, traces faceless feelings only one dance can attain, she is there and…
Vince A
Active Member
Location gives way to the beginning of 2 soul’s journey into one… She looks in, the picturesque figure unmistakable to even the amnesiac, traces faceless feelings only one dance can attain, she is there and…
... he is there. Eyes meet, heart beats accelerate, palms begin to sweat, but neither advance as yet. Music begins to sing, and all of a sudden as in a deepend trance, they hear the beat on "one," and begin a strange hip-gyrating dance, and slowly move toward each other. As they meet, he whips his ponytail around and reaches out with both arms. She hesitantly places her soft hands in his. They gently sway back and forth to the beat, and quickly as if in heat, he holds her hands and thrusts his hips into hers and bends her over backwards! While bent over, she . . .
... he is there. Eyes meet, heart beats accelerate, palms begin to sweat, but neither advance as yet. Music begins to sing, and all of a sudden as in a deepend trance, they hear the beat on "one," and begin a strange hip-gyrating dance, and slowly move toward each other. As they meet, he whips his ponytail around and reaches out with both arms. She hesitantly places her soft hands in his. They gently sway back and forth to the beat, and quickly as if in heat, he holds her hands and thrusts his hips into hers and bends her over backwards! While bent over, she . . .
While bent over, she is weightless, free flowing like a river, a river melted from its time of rest in the dead of winter, awakened by the light of the sun, moving, powerful, a current of unfathomed depths.
To this place within her soul she is taken, by he who has grace and carnal charisma, this tall and dark handsome man whose skin is the color of one from the tropics, so dark and smooth that it made one wonder...had he applied something to his skin?
This stranger from the abyss of El San Diego, this man who holds the key to her very soul pulls her back upright, his eyes locked with hers. He smiles, she smiles, and energy of their combined auras mixes with that of the crowd, and the band around them.
At that moment, she feels his pulse joining with hers...the sound of two hearts coming together as one, from the marrow of her bones comes a squeal of ectasy that surges through every mitochondria in her cells, brining forth a voluptuous smile to her ruby red lips.
She is drawn to this man...and he is to her. Their arms wrap around one another... the space between them diminishes... and then Erzebette looks down briefly...and there on the floor is a wide brimmed purple hat...fallen from the head of the man who led her on this tryst of sensuality.
Picking up his hat, she gently places in back on his head, eyes open with an invitation and says...
To this place within her soul she is taken, by he who has grace and carnal charisma, this tall and dark handsome man whose skin is the color of one from the tropics, so dark and smooth that it made one wonder...had he applied something to his skin?
This stranger from the abyss of El San Diego, this man who holds the key to her very soul pulls her back upright, his eyes locked with hers. He smiles, she smiles, and energy of their combined auras mixes with that of the crowd, and the band around them.
At that moment, she feels his pulse joining with hers...the sound of two hearts coming together as one, from the marrow of her bones comes a squeal of ectasy that surges through every mitochondria in her cells, brining forth a voluptuous smile to her ruby red lips.
She is drawn to this man...and he is to her. Their arms wrap around one another... the space between them diminishes... and then Erzebette looks down briefly...and there on the floor is a wide brimmed purple hat...fallen from the head of the man who led her on this tryst of sensuality.
Picking up his hat, she gently places in back on his head, eyes open with an invitation and says...
Vince A
Active Member
Picking up his hat, she gently places in back on his head, eyes open with an invitation and says, "My oh my . . . you have pierced me with your lance . . . straight through the heart during my first and only dance. Come with me and be my Prince, as surely as you know, I'm a real qualified 'Princess.'"
His heart again began to race, maybe now, he thought, I can end this chase. He began talking, his dancing prowesses he would boast. He took her hand, led her out on the floor, and said, "I even can swing a West Coast." Oh no she thought! We just met and now he wants to Swing. How can I ever explain such an action to the King.
He took her right hand in his left, and then he slipped an arm around her waist as if in theft. As the music began to sing, and he looked down and noticed a certain odd thing. Her . . .
His heart again began to race, maybe now, he thought, I can end this chase. He began talking, his dancing prowesses he would boast. He took her hand, led her out on the floor, and said, "I even can swing a West Coast." Oh no she thought! We just met and now he wants to Swing. How can I ever explain such an action to the King.
He took her right hand in his left, and then he slipped an arm around her waist as if in theft. As the music began to sing, and he looked down and noticed a certain odd thing. Her . . .
borikensalsero
Moderator
He took her right hand in his left, and then he slipped an arm around her waist as if in theft. As the music began to sing, and he looked down and noticed a certain odd thing. Her . . .
…body had yet to understand the mastery of translating the, up to now, imaginary rules of swing. Her hips wiggled as if one dance had never stopped and the other began. He isn’t deterred, with a heart warming smile he soothes the excitement of that first dance, the racing anticipation of her heart, and replaces it with the calmness of a morning boat ride on the water’s of Lake El San Diego. They find themselves yet again locked into face to face position in reminiscence of the following event of the “I DO” in front of God when the man and the woman become one. The closeness marked by meeting of 2 breaths about to unite in the world of swing. Anxious no longer she allows his masculine hands to guide her passed the unfathomed world her imagination could have never conceived… He
…body had yet to understand the mastery of translating the, up to now, imaginary rules of swing. Her hips wiggled as if one dance had never stopped and the other began. He isn’t deterred, with a heart warming smile he soothes the excitement of that first dance, the racing anticipation of her heart, and replaces it with the calmness of a morning boat ride on the water’s of Lake El San Diego. They find themselves yet again locked into face to face position in reminiscence of the following event of the “I DO” in front of God when the man and the woman become one. The closeness marked by meeting of 2 breaths about to unite in the world of swing. Anxious no longer she allows his masculine hands to guide her passed the unfathomed world her imagination could have never conceived… He
Vince A
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Anxious no longer she allows his masculine hands to guide her passed the unfathomed world her imagination could have never conceived… He whispers in her ear, "We've got to look the part." Off to the halls, they did roam, he watches her run, his mouth in full foam. "We've got to look right, be a dead wringer," put on these baggy jeans, and you'll look like a true West Coast Swinger.
As she slowly removed her princessly gown in undress, he truly was in awe, "this Princess is surely blest." "She certainly looks the part, those jeans she's wearin' . . . . are really tight, the seams are tearin'." One thing's for sure that she don't lack, this baby's really got back!
"What was that you said?, "Nothing much," he replied, "just a silly thought runnng through my head. They scurried back through the grand entrance door, heading for music and the ballroom-sized dance floor.
Just then, the music began, but to their surprise . . .
As she slowly removed her princessly gown in undress, he truly was in awe, "this Princess is surely blest." "She certainly looks the part, those jeans she's wearin' . . . . are really tight, the seams are tearin'." One thing's for sure that she don't lack, this baby's really got back!
"What was that you said?, "Nothing much," he replied, "just a silly thought runnng through my head. They scurried back through the grand entrance door, heading for music and the ballroom-sized dance floor.
Just then, the music began, but to their surprise . . .
Just then, they were struck by the sound of the clave...for the music had changed back to Salsa...but this was only the beginner of a night that would never end.
A man stood staring across the dance floor, and with a motion as if to undress dear Erzebette with his eyes, he took off his leather jacket and flung it aside.
Once, twice, thrice...he spun across the dance floor...ending up standing before the astonished pair.
His eyes were only for the sweet Princess, this girl of Boiler's and Ballrooms...the lady who would one day be queen.
For the man in the purple hat, he held only contempt.
"Excuse me friend," said this roguish stranger. "But I must cut in and dance with this fair young lady."
Who was this man with nerve of steel, and gall to match? His eyes were like lasers, piercing, focused, and powerful. He stood tall, as best a match for the Salsero de San Diego in every sense of the word.
His hand extended and the princess grasped it. For now she had two handsome suitors...and her parents would be pleased.
SD stood dumb as one struck by lightning...his fair sweet love had been stolen away like the innocent Europa...taken away by the baleful Zeus to the stars...
The only clue to the identity of his unforeseen rival was a name on his shirt, bearing a word...
Colorado.
Taking Erzebette by the hips...
A man stood staring across the dance floor, and with a motion as if to undress dear Erzebette with his eyes, he took off his leather jacket and flung it aside.
Once, twice, thrice...he spun across the dance floor...ending up standing before the astonished pair.
His eyes were only for the sweet Princess, this girl of Boiler's and Ballrooms...the lady who would one day be queen.
For the man in the purple hat, he held only contempt.
"Excuse me friend," said this roguish stranger. "But I must cut in and dance with this fair young lady."
Who was this man with nerve of steel, and gall to match? His eyes were like lasers, piercing, focused, and powerful. He stood tall, as best a match for the Salsero de San Diego in every sense of the word.
His hand extended and the princess grasped it. For now she had two handsome suitors...and her parents would be pleased.
SD stood dumb as one struck by lightning...his fair sweet love had been stolen away like the innocent Europa...taken away by the baleful Zeus to the stars...
The only clue to the identity of his unforeseen rival was a name on his shirt, bearing a word...
Colorado.
Taking Erzebette by the hips...
Vince A
Active Member
The only clue to the identity of his unforeseen rival was a name on his shirt, bearing a word...
Colorado.
Taking Erzebette by the hips...he said"Excuse me, but I've got to break up this trio. Princess, let me introduce myself . . . My name is Youngsta." He took her into his arms and dipped her with care, relentlessly sweeping the floor with her hair. "1,2,3 . . . hey look at me . . . 4,5,6,7 . . . let me take you to heaven . . . 8 . . . hurry, well leave this SD 'what's his name' at the gate."
Her breasts heaved in despair, "Which shall I choose, the short curly or the ponytail and straight for hair?" Shall I be a queen of snow and learn to ski, or shall I stay with one who has a PhD? Whatever can I do, how shall I choose between the two?" "A dual with swords, a fight to the death, who can throw the farthest of gourds, who can hold the longest breath?"
"Wait, I've got it she said . . . "A contest of dance . . . the winner will be the one who'll get into these pants." And so it began, both day and night, not merley dancing, twas such a sight. Youngsta was bobbing both up and down, while SD was . . .
Colorado.
Taking Erzebette by the hips...he said"Excuse me, but I've got to break up this trio. Princess, let me introduce myself . . . My name is Youngsta." He took her into his arms and dipped her with care, relentlessly sweeping the floor with her hair. "1,2,3 . . . hey look at me . . . 4,5,6,7 . . . let me take you to heaven . . . 8 . . . hurry, well leave this SD 'what's his name' at the gate."
Her breasts heaved in despair, "Which shall I choose, the short curly or the ponytail and straight for hair?" Shall I be a queen of snow and learn to ski, or shall I stay with one who has a PhD? Whatever can I do, how shall I choose between the two?" "A dual with swords, a fight to the death, who can throw the farthest of gourds, who can hold the longest breath?"
"Wait, I've got it she said . . . "A contest of dance . . . the winner will be the one who'll get into these pants." And so it began, both day and night, not merley dancing, twas such a sight. Youngsta was bobbing both up and down, while SD was . . .
And so it began, both day and night, not merley dancing, twas such a sight. Youngsta was bobbing both up and down, while SD was spinning in circles. But despite all their efforts, the two suitors were so evenly matched that poor Erzebette could not make her choice!
Frustrated, the suitors decided that this girl was not worth their efforts, and after several snide remarks they both went their respective ways.
Erzebette was devastated...but in the end she returned to her parents and was allowed to dance.
Even though her father wore a dress, and her mother wore the pants.
THE END
Frustrated, the suitors decided that this girl was not worth their efforts, and after several snide remarks they both went their respective ways.
Erzebette was devastated...but in the end she returned to her parents and was allowed to dance.
Even though her father wore a dress, and her mother wore the pants.
THE END
salsachinita
New Member
:x end so soon...? I was having such a great time reading this :lol: :lol: :lol: !
ok, I wanna know more about the show-down, and perhaps other characters taking parts......
Then perhaps more quests for the princess.....?
Come on, guys.....! You can do better. At least keep the story going until SD comes back to add his bits :wink: .
(and I believe ND is just waiting to corrupt it in some ways as only he knows how :wink: )
ok, I wanna know more about the show-down, and perhaps other characters taking parts......
Then perhaps more quests for the princess.....?
Come on, guys.....! You can do better. At least keep the story going until SD comes back to add his bits :wink: .
(and I believe ND is just waiting to corrupt it in some ways as only he knows how :wink: )
Vince A
Active Member
I think we were getting a little carried away, and decided to end it!
Maybe our tone was even getting a "little dirty" . . . but damn . . . that was fun . . . even if it was at SDsalsaguy's expense . . . .
So start another if you like????????? We could talk about you for a few paragraphs . . . you know many of us have a warped sense of humor 8)
Maybe our tone was even getting a "little dirty" . . . but damn . . . that was fun . . . even if it was at SDsalsaguy's expense . . . .
So start another if you like????????? We could talk about you for a few paragraphs . . . you know many of us have a warped sense of humor 8)