Madagascar Gloria Dance Novels & Stories

"I'm so excited. My brother told me you're the best in Abuja. He said you used to dance in Lagos. He said you were famous. I've been so worried about the first dance—I don't want to step on my husband's feet. I'm a terrible dancer, really. Everyone says so. I have two left feet. I'm completely hopeless." Zara blinked. She had not expected this. This girl was nothing like Dante. She was sunshine and light and complete, joyful chaos. "I'm sure you're not hopeless," Zara said carefully. "Everyone has rhythm. It's just a matter of finding it." "See?" Amara turned to Dante, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching them. "I told you she'd be nice. Most people are so mean about my dancing."

Their people, activities, and performances are documented beautifully on their profile. I stop scrolling when I find a picture of a gorgeous brunette with blue eyes dancing. The picture speaks a lot of things. Sensuality, vulnerability, confidence. How can there be so much beauty in one frame? She must be a real pro to be able to project that in front of people. I remember her. It’s impossible to forget such a bombshell. “She’s Gia , one of our best dancers,” the sophomore once told me.

I said with a chuckle. Morocco nodded, as he reach for the remote on the table, he pointed it towards the location of the radio, in seconds music appeared on the radio.,The song “ Throw some more” by Rae Summons. There I begin my dancing, with each move that I did I can tell that the men were excited, cause I can smell their arousal as it gets stronger with each movement that I make. I ended with my last move which consist of me going all the way up to the pole, from there I began extending my legs out as I pop my booty in the air. After everything was done all I had left on the black thong, black bra, and my boots.

Our lips crashed together like waves on the shore, wild lust craving to further push our bodies to the limit. Immerse yourself in unforgettable pleasure. I asked Moonlight Jade if she had a guy dance for her on the beach before. No, I can honestly say I never have. Then she started giggling as I got up, moving to the other side of our little fire I started dancing for Jade. The fire threw splashes of color at me, and with every movement I made, Greenish-Yellow, Blue, Orange, and Red. I moved pleasantly as he sat there in a happy kind of trance, watching my every movement with fascination.

Gloria placed her hands over my shoulder and faced me to the mirror. My neck was filled with love bites from Ansel, immediately my cheeks turned red in embarrassment. I didn’t want the world to know I just made out with the richest Bachelor in New Orleans. “Don’t be shy, sex is a great act”. Gloria said. My eyes widen to her conclusion. “Who said it was sex.” I spat out shamefully. Gloria eyes rolled over my insane defense. “You will have to give me the details during super”. She concluded and started to dance with her new found song.

Including her. They ascended the stage from both sides, their bodies moving to the rhythm as their lingerie glittered beneath the spotlight. As the leader of this year’s dance, Soraya took the lead. She was the first to be noticed and the most visible. Her makeup was dark, and her hair was styled in waves that made her look like a seductress. It was evident that her dance lessons had paid off because tonight she moved like a gypsy. Those two thin pieces of clothing left the rest of her bare. Her cleavage was on full display, if not on the verge of spilling out. The full shape and view of her round ass was on full display as well as the curve of her hips. Even though her belly had a little di

I had thankfully rejoiced. As I got up from my chair and headed for the door I saw Silas smiling with a single flute in his hand. But the off thing was not that he had a flute, it was actually kind of cool to see him drink champagne. He had always been a soda kind of guy. The problem with what I was looking back at was the fact that he was standing face-to-face with Gloria. Gloria, the renowned mistress of the major. The woman was known for making every member of the pack that was male look at her, with their jaws dropped. Married and unmarried. Sometimes I always sat in awe at the fact that she did not have Arthur on her net of dogs and I bet it surprised her too. Not like she had not tried

“Is going to be a long long day.” Brandon then proceeded to stomp the Leopardesses feet into oblivion. But Glen didn’t maul him to death for his clumsy ness and somehow feeling determined not to keep hurting the woman with his heavy steps Brandon slowly began to improve. She taught him whole routines and steps.....even taught him how to spin and dip his dance partner. Soon enough after about three hours Glen, a slight sheen of sweat on her face and nape broke away. She patted him softly on the cheek and smiled wide with pride.

We dance as though no one is watching, sing as though no one can hear, we dance for love and for joy. Hips don’t lie song by Shakira plays “Lemme teach you how to dancing” Maia says as she pulls my hand and drags me gently. “Jeez… I can’t dance” I say in a low voice. All eyes are on us because Maia drags me to the main dance floor, she teaches me dancing and I easily follow her move because that’s not too hard for me. “You’re doing great!” Maia says. I chuckle “Haha… shit! I embarrassed myself in front of my colleague” I say.

Eden said as he paraded in front of the girls. "Amaya, I'm counting on you and Sara for the main part of the job, Gloriana will instruct you on how you should act, please cooperate with her, and do not mess up," he continued as he turned to a tall brown skin girl who was standing in front of the girls. She nodded affirmatively and Eden smiled wryly. The door opened again, and Gloriana walked in hurriedly. She was dressed in a black one-shoulder short dress and a black platform heels. Her hair was nearly packed and her makeup was also top-notch.