Dirty Dancing Fanfiction Novels & Stories

[ Emerald ] Diandra forgot all about my existence as she gets herself loose on the dance floor while I found the little amount of alcohol already doing its work in my system.I felt my legs wobbly steading in my high heels. "Hey sister come on and lets get wasted."Dustin yelled for me but before I could approach him,a red haired girl threw herself on him.I could see his flirtious smile and he too found himself a perfect dance partner. I looked away seeing them having the real experience of happiness.Stepping down from the floor,I was about to return back to the private lounge when two arms pulled me back and I hit a hard chest.

he rasped in my ear. “I’m your dirty little dancer,” I moaned. “Fucking a stranger in his car like a slut.” He slapped my clit lightly, the sting mixing perfectly with the pleasure. I came hard, clenching around his thick cock. My whole body shook as waves crashed through me. Damon kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until I was whimpering. He didn’t stop. He pushed me forward so my hands braced on the front seats and fucked me from behind over the center console. The position was cramped and filthy. Every thrust made my breasts swing and my moans louder.

A stronger mind wouldn’t have fallen for his scheme and would’ve just ran away sooner. And of course, Aiden wasn’t in that damn closet recording and Dean didn’t even know what the hell was going on, it was actually just dirty –disgusting– talk, because Damon wanted to come. It just was fantasy for him, because… well, because it is kind of hot if it’s NOT real. Even if it makes me feel ashamed, I have to admit at some point that I’m disgusting too. I haven’t been able to enjoy sex with anyone except Damon and Aiden because it never feels as intense and dirty. It’s never that hot.

“You know I can’t be soft, right? I’m not a prince. I fuck like an animal. No mercy.” “That’s exactly what I want. I don’t want gentle. I want you. The way you are.” “You really are a crazy bitch, Diana. A virgin, but dirty.” “Is that bad?” “No. It’s the opposite.” “Then stop talking and show me. Show me how you make love.” “There’s no going back after this. I’ll mark you forever.” A shiver ran down my spine at his words. My eyes burned as I nodded slowly, my breathing growing heavier.

Danielle The bass vibrates through my body as I dance on the dance floor with Alessandra and Angelica. My nerves are getting soothed by all the booze that is streaming through me and I have stopped feeling the stingy pain radiating from my ribs and back a few shots ago. After the breathtaking orgasm he had procured me, I thought that he would have left as fast as possible. But even as the chatty girls went back out, we stayed in our secret hiding place for quite a bit longer.

And our floor had the most fun. Though all members could change from different floors. Depending on what they were in the mood for. A sexy song comes on and Daciana starts moving in a way I have never seen before. She looked so sexy and free. I was smiling and cheering her on, my attention fully on what was happening in the middle of the room. Our makeshift dance floor. Suddenly, everywhere went quiet and I could have sworn it looked darker too. I was still drunk out of my mind so I thought I just didn’t blink and my eyes darkened. But after closing and opening my eyes more than five times, I accepted it was truly darker than it had been.

Micalo blew out his cheeks as if too flustered by the mere thought and fanned himself. This inappropriate, dirty wolf !! Shit ! That just turned me on. This devil ! Argh !! “That image won’t come true if you don’t move that s*xy ass of yours towards the ‘Lake of Love’, love,” Danielle rasped teasingly in my ear before teasing its underside and succeeding in enticing out moans out of me. “Make me, babe’, I boldly said before latching my vampiric fangs into his neck and wounding myself around him. “Looks like we need to teleport now,” Danielle chuckled as I wrapped my legs around his torso for a full blown out make out session. “Your cute lazy bum needs a spa*king now,” he further added.

' I ask myself. Daciana whimpers, 'He is not just the right man for you... he is your mate. Things will not go back to how they were after this,' Gavner grabs my ass, helping me bounce on his cock as my messy hair and breasts go up and down. Grinding hard as I swayed my hips against him as he grunted, sliding his fingers from my breast down to my clitoral area as he rubbed the entrance of my clitoral area, yanking my head back as he released his load inside of him.

And then I saw them. Daniel—my fiancé—was inside with no shame on his face, no hesitation in his movements, no guilt in his eyes. Bare skin, exposed and fearless, like he had nothing to hide. And Gia was there too, just as naked, just as bold. The sheets were twisted into a mess, the room heavy with heat and breath. The lamp cast a warm glow that made everything look unreal—like a nightmare lit in gold. For a moment, my mind refused to accept it. Like my eyes were betraying me. Like my brain was trying to save me by blurring the picture.

“I know you’re hurt, but—would you like to dance?” She grins, hesitating, but then nods once and I help her to her feet, the glass of wine still in her free hand. I take Faith's hand, leading her in a playful dance around her dorm room, supporting her weight so she doesn’t have to use her injured ankle. Her carefree laughter fills the air as we spin and twirl, reveling in the moment we share. The atmosphere is charged with electricity, our bodies in sync, and our hearts beating in unison. She smells so good, so overwhelmingly sweet that my body reacts to hers in a seductive way. As the dance comes to a gentle halt, Faith stumbles slightly, her glass of red wine tipping over and spilling onto