I Switch-Up My Dance For You (Episode 9, Partners Series - Big Bear)

Transcript

As you listen to this audio role-play, I invite you to use headphones and imagine yourself as the main character of this story. I'm just over here trying to set a mood by dimming the lights and playing some incredibly sexy rhythm and blues. Yeah, I believe you mentioned something about wanting me to dance for you again sometime.

And I consulted my notes and I believe you were quoted as requesting more dancing, more naked, and more wanking next time. Oh yeah? Is this the right time for that next time? No, no, no, not so fast.

Keep your literal pants on. Yeah, yeah, I'm changing the rules of the dance this time. Well, because the bear has been having all the fun being in control lately, and so now it's time for the bee to take charge of this honeycomb again.

And you know how I like to switch things up? Well, here's the thing. Men and women, tops and bottoms, cishet and queer folk, they each tease very differently in the strip clubs, right?

And I happen to know that you enjoy a lot of different kinds of dance shows. And I also know what turns on every single one of your bear spirits. So tonight, I'm offering you an enticing sampler's buffet with a tantalizing taste of a variety of flavors.

A small but diverse selection of mildly spicy, savory, and sweet. Well, I'm versatile, and I happen to know that so are you. And I also know that when we switch up how we jive in this hive, it makes you exponentially more horny for honey.

Don't you trust me, big bear? Don't you trust me, big bear? Well, okay then.

Have a seat here on this wooden chair, and place your hands under your butt. I told you, there are terms and conditions to this dance. Yes, sit on your hands.

Yeah, we need to keep these bear paws of yours out of the way. This show is going to be all tease, no touch. Well, you won't be able to touch me or yourself anyway, but I'm going to be all up in your business.

Well, my queendom, my honey, my rules. What can I say? I'm a badass bee.

And I'm the boss right now. And I say no touchies. Got it, bear? Well, you know you can't have the honey until I say so.

So, you should probably listen to and heed my instructions if you want it. I mean, how badly do you want it? Oh, really? Take it or leave it, huh? Okay then, I'll just take these sweatpants of mine off.

And leave them right here in a pile on the floor. You know, to show off these sexy new thigh-high socks. And a sneak peek of some other suggestive garments I'm wearing under your very favorite, very baggy, very thin, very revealing, old, worn-out t-shirt.

I mean, look, the collar is so stretched out that it falls right over my shoulder like this. And you can even see the strap of this naughty brassiere of mine about to slip over my shoulder, too. Not so quick to leave it now? Not so quick to leave it now? Oh, really? Are you actually trying to bargain? Okay, okay, I'll tell you what.

I'll sweeten the honeypot a little for you. Uh-huh. Okay, you can't touch me or yourself while I dance.

But you can talk to me. I mean, last time I gave you a striptease, it was all show, no tell. But this time around, I could let you speak up and share whatever commentary you like.

As long as you're not too much of a bratty bear. Ah, well, you gotta play nice with bees, or they'll sting you, right? So, be a good bear, and sit on your chair, and keep your hands there.

And say only words that will treat me with care. Is that fair? Yeah? You'll take it? Mm-hmm, good.

Then I'll give it to you. Okay, let me get a little buzz started for you, big bear. First, let me fly around you.

Make a few flirtatious passes around the chair. Just looking. Admiring.

And appreciating each other from all angles. Both of us checking out and assessing the other. Me running the back of my hand.

My fingertips down the side of my face. My neck. Along my collarbone.

And over my breast. And over my breast. And you biting your lip and sitting on your hands as I caress myself.

Sorry you can't touch. Do you like what you see? Thank you.

Makes me feel really good when you say that. Yes, those are words that treat me with care. I do like hearing them.

Keep talking to me. I like how you make me tingle too. Your energy right now is radiating.

And I can feel you move all around me. And through me. As my hands glide over my skin.

It's as if it's all of your spirits that are enveloping and exploring me. Pouring into my body. And invigorating and electrifying my soul.

And I get so lit up watching you two. I love seeing your chest heave as your breathing gets heavier. I can detect your heat and excitement.

I sense your temperature rising. Your heart pounding. And the blood surging through you right now.

I see it in the sweat on your upper lip. The pulsing in your neck and temples. The trembling in your chest.

The trembling of your biceps. And the clenching of your thighs. But it's your eyes that really do it to me.

Damn baby, you fucking hypnotize me. And seduce me with that stare of yours. I just love the way you thirst for me, bear.

Your eyes. Your mouth. Your brow.

All hinting at your desire. It's the male gaze and the female gaze all wrapped into one. It's lustful and loving.

It's seductive and caring. It's hungry and kind. Each and every one of the faces of you watching and enjoying me right now.

Oh, it's such a turn on to be seen and wanted by you. Especially when you can't do anything about it. Especially when you can't do anything about it.

So, let me tease you with a little bit more of a show. Perhaps a boudoir or burlesque kind of show to get you salivating some more. Yeah? With a seductive glance and sultry lips.

I stand confidently in front of you in a t-shirt, stockings and lingerie. Like a modern day cabaret stripper. As I spread my legs into a wider stance.

I press and slide the palms of my hands down along my bare upper thighs. My eyes staying fixed on you. My fingers reach towards the top hem of my stockings.

The tips of them teasing the edge of the fabric. Desperate to sneak underneath. But instead, I squat just a little.

I push up my behind and dig my fingers into my thigh muscles. I close my eyes and bite my lip with anticipation and longing. I swizzle and sway and bevel and bounce my hips to the tantric groove.

I open my eyes and dive into yours and release the grip. On my thighs. And as I stand upright, I trace my fingers upward along my pelvis.

And clutch the bottom hem of this old baggy t-shirt. I tug it down to cover my undies and naked thighs. But as my ass and hips bump and grind.

My sexy briefs ever so briefly tease an appearance. I'm glad you think my dancing is hot. Is this what you were referring to when you asked for more dancing? We'll get to the more naked and more wanking part soon enough, you brat.

Just hold your pants. Yes, literally hold your pants. And let me hold on to mine.

To mine. Alright then. I let go of my shirt and look you straight in the eyes.

As my right hand slowly reaches down to grope myself over my undies. And my left hand pushes up the bottom hem of the shirt along the center of my torso. You get a limited but tantalizing peep show of my bra and my briefs.

As I rub your t-shirt over my nipples. And the heel of my palm over my groin. And I subtly raise my eyebrows in pleasure as I do.

I lean my head back and push the hem of the shirt all the way up my neck. Slowly over my chin. And up to my mouth.

I bring my head forward again. And my mouth opens slightly. I bring my head forward again.

And my mouth opens slightly. And I run the hem of the t-shirt between my lips. And my other hand glides over my underwear.

And presses softly between those lips too. I close my eyes and sense that it's your fingers desperate to slip into both entrances. I open my eyes and smirk.

And then bite suddenly on the t-shirt. As I hold it up between my teeth. And give you a full view of my chest.

And give you a full view of my chest. I cup my boobs and massage them through my bra. My fingertips claw along the edges of the fabric.

I'm eager to pull it down and uncover my cleavage. Instead my fingers tuck at the cups. And let a little nip slip or two occur.

Before tucking the girls back in. I release the bite on my shirt. And let it fall back over my lingerie.

I turn away from you. Bend forward. And put my hands on the floor in downward dog.

I shake and pop and twerk my ass. To give you a particularly captivating view of this bikini bottom. I wink at you from this upside down view between my legs.

And suddenly reach my hands through. And grab my butt from below. I tease tugging off my panties.

And wedging them between my cheeks. I unbunch my knickers. Grab my butt and rub my hands along the back of my thighs.

I slip my fingers under the fabric of my stockings. And slide them down to my ankles. I swing around and grab the lower hem of my t-shirt.

Like it's the hem of a moulin rouge dancer's skirt. And treat you to some rockette style kicks and sweeps. And several more glimpses of my bikini bottom.

You've gone awful quiet there, Bear. Yeah, I thought I'd be hearing a lot more wisecracks from the peanut gallery tonight. What's the matter? Bee got your tongue? Or is it because you can't tongue near bee? I run my hands through my hair as I bite my lip.

And grind in circles with my hips. And extend my leg to the side. And drag my toes back in again.

I put my hands on my thighs and I whip my hair as I bite my lip. I put my hands on my thighs and I whip my hair as I do windmills with my upper body. I suddenly swerve 90 degrees and stand in side profile, tall and erect.

I place my hands on my ass. I arch my back and touch my elbows behind me. My hands begin to curve up my lower back.

As my elbows bend and my chest puffs forward. Both hands begin to move towards my waist and my abdomen. Then up along the front of my chest and over my breasts.

Then up my neck as my head tilts back. With one hand resting at my throat, the other hand continues to reach towards the sky. I lower both arms along my side as I bend one knee slightly and step one leg forward.

I dip forward, my ass perched up behind me. And step my hands down my outstretched leg. And smoothly glide up my leg as I stand tall again.

How are you enjoying the show so far? Uh, that depends. What kind of show?