Belly Dancer Oc Novels & Stories

She had the sharpest mouth in the family. “I mean Dante probably has some flat belly whore wrapped around his torso” then she looked my stomach which had been producing a roundness that I couldn’t control, I used to be a dancer, what happened to me?” “As long as he doesn’t file for divorce then there’s nothing to worry about, you won’t end up like Aunt Angelina on that note I should probably tell you that I saw Dante arrive like thirty minutes earlier with a strange girl on the hip, but I thought you were familiar with cheating husbands but apparently not and I should have started with that before droning you on about Aunt Angelina”

“Always the practical one, Miles. No catch. I simply want what anyone in this business wants—loyalty, trust, and a share of the wealth that comes with such a transaction.” A silence passed between us as the belly dancer arrived—draped in sheer red veils that concealed her face, her body adorned with intricate golden jewelry around her waist, arms, ears, neck, and hair. She moved with hypnotic precision, whipping her hair and rolling her chest in rhythmic waves, her tantalizing hips swaying in time with the music. Her dance was a calculated display of seduction meant to appease and entertain. This wasn’t merely a dinner, but a stage—one where I was both the actor and the director.

Andrew cuts the call with Maren and immediately presses my numbers. Right at that moment, I am sitting with Carllo talking about the new steps for the ritual dance troupe. Carllo is looking at my belly, feeling real worried about the pup during the hard jumps. "Do not worry about my wolf," I tell him, trying to make him smile. "I am not the first professional dancer to keep moving while carrying a pup. I know exactly what my body can take. If the jumps get too big, little Joy is my number one priority. I will take good care of us."

Lora demanded slightly angry. "Ora, the ballet dancer." Mark replied her with a tired sign. "Wait a minute....which Ora are you taking about?" Lora demanded immediately. "I just said Ora the ballet dancer, the one they refer to as the goddess of dance." Mark explained better. "But I thought something happened to her....you know, I thought she died or something." Lora said in surprise. She wasn't expecting that either. "Who told that? I mean how did you come to hear about Ora's?" Mark asked looking at Lora in a suspicious manner.

Raine could see the appeal the dance held for the unmated wolves. Bellona stepped out from among her peers gathering all the attention to herself. She rolled her hips and did an intense belly dance. Hoots hollered through the crowd and applause went up. Soon she was done, and she moved along with her group. Raine watched each group perform their dance. The last group of dancers came onto the clearing and Raine joined them. The music went up again to welcome them. Raine closed her eyes and let the drums wash over her. Soon, she gave herself over to the music. A gasp of awe followed through as everyone watched her. Unapologetically, she fell into her element and let the dance lift her fallen s

Oh la la la, It's a special occasion Oh la la, la la, Such a happy occasion Oh la la la, It's a special occasion Oh la la, la la, Such a happy occasion I wanna go dancing, yeah yeah yeah I wanna go dancing I wanna go dancing I wanna go dancing. Let's go dance!! Let's go dance!! Let's go dance!! Let's go dance!! It's a special occasion

I could have Ophelia and— Jude’s voice, tinged with annoyance, came through the mind-link, “Earth to Ryker. Report to the fighting ring in five minutes. Five minutes. Don’t make me threaten you. We both dislike it. Five. Minutes.” I couldn’t not dance with Ophelia. Not when I saw her moving through the crowd, unknowingly claiming the attention of everyone she passed. The miniskirt and leather jacket combo made her long legs stand out. She was a goddess, dancing in a sea of hungry admirers. Before I could stop myself, my hands were on her body.

She could hear laughter on the other side—bright and light and full of joy. "I can give her that," she said. "I can give her the dance. But I can't promise she won't see through me." "She won't." Dante opened the door. "Because you're going to be the best dance instructor she has ever had. And for one month, you're going to pretend you're just a woman who loves to dance." He stepped aside, and Zara walked through the door. --- Amara Nwosu was even more beautiful than her photograph.

He hoped so but a part of him knew something was wrong. When they were done eating, they left the dining area and went to the living room where Maya presented the tickets. "What is this Maya?" Sarah asked. "Tickets to our production of The Swan Lake." "Oh wow, I've never been to a ballet production." Wanda said with excitement. "When is it?" "This weekend." "Still an apprentice?" Elliot asked mocking his little sister. He knew she was no longer an apprentice. Maya frowned and folded her arms. "I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot."

My name was Elsie Rivers, and I was a freshman in the dance department at an arts academy. I looked like I was born to dance, with curves in all the right places, a slim waist, and especially long legs that drew eyes wherever I went. Walking down the street, I could easily make any man hard if the breeze just lifted my skirt ever so slightly. Because of that, people called me the kind of campus beauty that only came around once a century. Yet behind my glamorous appearance, there was something no one knew. I couldn't even manage the most basic split—not because I wasn't flexible enough, but rather because I was acutely sensitive.