Precious Moments Dirty Dancing Novels & Stories

I feel Jessica tug my hand and pull me to the dance floor. We both agree not to drink since we want to remember every moment we have.When we make our way to the dance floor, we begin to dance to the music. I throw my hands in the air and bring it down my body in a sexual manner. Jess indicates with her finger that she wants me closer and I move closer to her. She grabs me by my waist and spins me around. I begin to grind her and the dj plays our song Nasty girl by The Notorious B. I. G

Alex added raising his hand to call one of the ladies who was dancing on the pole entertaining them to come to him. "Is there anything you want Sir," the lady asked standing next to Alex with a smile on her face. "Kneel," Alex ordered as the lady stared at him with a confused look, Her job was to pole dance for this man and get paid for it, she thought the man had called her because he needed her to get him the waiter or maybe his bodyguard who was standing outside the private room. "I don't understand you, Sir," the lady said perplexed, she watched Alex dip his hand into his pocket bring out a bundle of money, and place it on the table.

We danced into the wee hours of the night, only pausing now and then to return to our table and refresh our buzzes with several gulps of beer. It was nearly two in the morning, and I could tell the place was winding down. Most of the patrons had left and the DJ announced he would only be playing three more songs before closing. I had taken a brief pause from dancing to use the bathroom and, when I came back out, found my mom and brother dancing together very sensually. Teddy was standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist, hands clasped across her pelvis. She had her own arms upraised, clinging to the back of her son's head. Their hips were swaying in unison, but I could tell

“Good, that means I’m doing it right.” My tongue circles her clit and I grin when I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers. Now, she’s ready for me. I suck her clit and meet her eyes. They’re glazed over and her body is glistening with sweat. I can’t help but feel a little guilty that I’m breaking Dean’s trust. Another part of me could care less that I’ve got my hands all over little Celeste. “Oh Daddy, I’m going to come again.” She cries.

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

I said while I continued to fuck her. "Oh yes Mr Matthews, I want your cum, please, fill me with your cum," she begged me, her words punctuated with her moans of a towel, mopping the cum that was already oozing out of her stretched pussy. "Quick Cindy, we must clean up," I said, pointing to the clock when she looked around.

“Ride me, baby. Take what you need.” I moved faster, rolling my hips as I bounced on his cock. The wet, filthy sound of me riding him filled the quiet space. Every time I sank down, I could feel him hitting deep inside me. Dante’s head fell back against the chair as he watched me. “Look at you,” he said, his voice rough. “Riding my cock like a desperate little slut while people are dancing right below us. You like this, don’t you? Getting fucked in a place where anyone could walk in and see you?”

Helena thought, then replied, "Why don't you two get up on the table and start dancing?" The opening bars of The Pussycat Doll's Stick With You flooded the room as if on cue. The vibration of the percussion bass licks creates the atmosphere. If there was ever music made just for dirty dancing and parties, this was it. "Well done," Amaya replied. Nancy and she pushed their way through a crowd of masculine bodies and appreciative gazes at that enormous, shiny coffee table. Amaya had her gaze fixed on Tyler. She got the sense that he'd already had a few drinks. He wasn't going to do anything romantic tonight. Thats for sure, she thought to herself.

Later they continued with the dancing when Enrique Iglesias' Dirty Dancer played, making all of them completely blowing their minds. The music spun around them lifting away gravity. She couldn't count how many times she had squished his foot under her own. Still, he smiled brightly as their heels clicked over the dancefloor. He watched as her hair spun out and bounced more with each move and beat. This was perfect. This was dancing and art coming to life, strong pointed moves didn't matter here. All that mattered was the person in front of you.

"What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes." As she spoke, she lifted her foot and showed off her limited-edition hiking boots. They were so clean they could pass for mirrors. "Jack, let's hurry up. There are so many mosquitoes here. Look, I even got bitten," she complained. Jack didn't even glance at my bleeding hand. Instead, he stared at the small mosquito bite on Dakota's skin, already close to fading, as if it were serious. "Move," he ordered me impatiently. "There are too many mosquitoes here. Dakota only got bitten because you've been dragging your feet here."