Crystianna Dancing Dolls Novels & Stories

The dance floor is packed with bodies moving to bass so heavy I feel it in my chest. But it's what's happening around the edges that makes my jaw drop. In one corner, a woman in nothing but red lingerie and reindeer antlers is tied to a giant wrapped present, her partner trailing a riding crop down her thighs while she writhes. Near the bar, an alpha has an omega on her knees, her head bobbing in his lap while he casually sips his drink and watches the crowd. A raised platform showcases a male stripper dressed like a corrupted Santa—red pants slung dangerously low, no shirt, a hat tilted at an angle that screams "naughty list material."

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

I smiled, putting a large sum of money in his hand just before I shut the door in his face. “Did you just pay the attendant not to show his face for the week?” Crista asked, hands on her hips but a smile tugging at her lips as she tried not to laugh. She’s positively glowing, standing there in her nude flats and her soft pink floral print long sleeve babydoll dress. Her dark hair hung loose past her shoulders in soft curls. She seems to get more beautiful with each passing day. “Of course I did. I don’t need him or anyone interrupting us. We have enough of those at home.” I smiled, stepping closer. Chesed stepped forward more, though not entirely.

Exotic dancers moved with hypnotic grace around the pool, their bodies swaying in time with the music, captivating the audience with every twist and turn. Pole dancers, clad in shimmering red dresses that clung to their curves, performed acrobatic feats on stages scattered throughout the room. Their movements were met with enthusiastic applause and appreciative whistles from the crowd. In another corner, a small stage hosted a variety of erotic sensual performances at regular intervals, each more enthralling than the last.

I'm pretty sure that my legs are numb and my ass died four hours ago. We were supposed to be performing for a mating anniversary and also planning something they called a mating ceremony for our good friend Lateri Crystal. She took our dance class to Spruce up her love life six months ago. She was sixty years old, but she had aged beautifully, she looked at least forty-five. She had long beautiful, curly brown hair, hazel eyes that changed color whenever she was excited or happy. We noticed that whenever she got a tough dance move, or a compliment when she remembered the choreography, her eyes would change color. She had beautiful tanned skinned, it was almost like it had a golden glow, like

one of the women commented, already moving away and walking towards the bar. - "And I want to dance" Daliah said, walking to the center of the dance floor while moving her hips in a smooth way. Lora and another girl, Anna, followed. Lora's dress was simple, but on her body it had become an invitation to sin. No details, just the gray fabric juxtaposed to the body, hugging each of its curves. The woman wasn't tall, she was average with her killer heels, of course, in red. The lipstick also matched the color of her hair. The wires were tied, exposing her neck and a thin necklace.

Bеfоrе each left the ѕtаgе, I lеаrnеd thаt thе first wеnt by Dеѕіrее and thе second wеnt by Sapphire. I wаѕ starting tо contemplate whether I wаntеd a рrіvаtе dance with Crуѕtаl, Desiree, оr Sаррhіrе, when thе nеxt dаnсеr саmе tо thе ѕtаgе. Immediately, I knеw thіѕ wаѕ thе оnе I wаntеd tо ѕреnd more tіmе with. Shе was ѕhоrt, probably barely 5 feet. Hеr соmрасt body was well-rounded. From bеhіnd she had a fіrm bubblе-butt, which wаѕ already hіghlу еxроѕеd іn the ѕkіmру bіkіnі ѕhе hаd оn. Frоm thе frоnt she hаd реrfесtlу rоundеd C or D cup breasts. But it wаѕ hеr mysterious еуеѕ thаt immediately pulled mе іn. Although ѕhе wаѕ a blue-eyed blоndе, hеr eyes hаd аn еxоtіс, drеаmу lооk. Shе flirte

fixed my hair. Then they quickly parted and the crowd went wild when they saw me in my Dance regalia for the first time, my hips swirled to the beat of the drum as I joined themSurprizing my men with my dance movements, Dancing out the story of our unique Kingdom. The look on their faces said it all.. as I seductively danced toward them. My mates surrounded me with their smiles and lustful movements, beckoning me to mate with them. My eyes locked onto Niklaus as he pulled me close to him, teasing me with the thrusting of his cock, as Kie joined him, Sam danced close and leaned in, whispering in my ear "My mate" My eyes locked onto his and I said "Mate" his full lips parted with a devious sm

She cranked up the volume, causing the walls to tremble, then began to dance. Blaise watched her as she moved. The dim light in the room made it almost impossible to see her face, but he could make out her frame; her silhouette captivated the room. She was a master of her craft. Soon, the country music transitioned to a sensual tune, and Sasha twisted her body and whined her waist to it. She suddenly dropped to her knees and wriggled on the floor like a snake. The elasticity of her body has always marvelled Blaise. The memory of Lila still lingered in his thoughts, but watching Sasha dance was a temporary relief.

all day while in bed in my PJs. “Heyyy”I slur as I give them a seductive smile “Why is a pretty damsel like you dancing alone?”he asks,his eyes beaming with dark lust has they skimp through my red dress that has half my tittes on display and barely covers my ass The dress Rose picked out for that idiot Jona– forget it I'm not even gonna say his name in my own head “Would you like to dance with me?” “Would love to” Dancing with Dylan is probably not a good idea because he creeps me out but maybe the company of he and his friend is just what I need to get rid of this loneliness