Precious Moments Dirty Dancing Novels & Stories

No no no. I cannot lose my phone. What if Tamer texts? What if someone sees my private information? What if— I do not even bother tying my hair back as I rush down the stairs, calling out for Dmitry. Nothing. I check the common room. Empty. The kitchen is next, and I stop short at the doorway. Dmitry is there. Sleeves pushed up, moving easily around the counter, music playing softly from somewhere I cannot see. He is dancing. Actually dancing. A slow, careless sway, shoulders loose, fingers tapping the counter in rhythm. He is even whistling.

When someone connects with you so closely, dancing seems like the simplest thing in the world. The judges call it the most fluid dance they've ever seen from any of the contestants. Who knows what they would have said if they knew I performed the whole dance soaking wet and full of daddy's cum. I don't know, but I do know they'll have another chance to find out. There's no way I'm dancing on the national stage without daddy's cum

My pussy and ass leaked their seed, my tits were glazed, and my fingers still rubbed my swollen, cum-smeared clit in slow, filthy circles. Mr. Reynolds looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes. “You really are a dirty young slut, aren’t you? Final dare for now, Mia. We’re going to ruin that tight 22-year-old body. You’re going to take all four of us as hard as we want, in every hole, and you’re going to thank us like the filthy little girl you are. Keep rubbing that cum-filled clit the whole time.” “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Ruin me.”

"That's right, baby. Take that dick. Mmm. I love it when your pussy clenches my dick." Tabitha felt like she was losing her mind. She was so turned on by the dance that she wanted immediate release. On top of that, he was saying such dirty things to turn her on even more. The sound of their bodies slamming into each other was undoing her even more. She cried out as she orgasmed.

I danced, my body swaying to the rhythm of their darkness, my mind detached, numbing myself to the weight of compromise. As the dance reached its inevitable conclusion, I retreated from the VVIP customer's presence, my spirit bruised and my soul tainted. The echoes of the manager's threats still reverberated within me, a haunting reminder of the choices I had made, the sacrifices I had endured to preserve my fragile existence.

" Mario was right. Leaving the warmth of the bar and feeling the cool evening breeze caressing my hair has brought me back to my senses. But not completely. I was still lusting after this man who towered over me, and I could not get over the scent of his perfume, which smelled far too good for my liking. I could tell he was a very tidy person. I winced at the thought of my apartment, which was still in disarray. "In any case, it's probably filthy." His deep voice pierced my thoughts and drew me back to him. “Huh?” "The bar's restroom." I responded by nodding. It's a good thing none of us thought to go to the bathroom because things would have turned out differently. Mario paused to exchange

She paused and motioned the DJ to play her selected track. Binta took me by the hand from the table to the open floor so we could dance. As soon as we were in position, the music began. It was 'FROM THIS MOMENT' by Shania Twain. The moment the song ended, I stood still, speechless. People began to cheer and clap. I looked around and saw some women crying tears of joy. The moment wasn't only romantic, it was emotional, and it moved everyone. I had not prepared myself for this, but I knew silence wouldn't suffice. I motioned them to bring the microphone.

I wanted to dive in and get lost in her flickering, wet-looking lips. After dinner we opened the second bottle of wine and settled into Dirty Dancing. We enjoyed ourselves, laughter and quite a few tears. Preshy leaned in and moved my hair away from my tear soaked face. She used a napkin and dried my tears her face just inches away from mine. My mind leaped and I know what she wanted to do. ‘She going to kiss me? And I want her to kiss me?’ I was lost and captivated by her. She moved closer to me and I wanted her to take me. The dance of anticipation was in full swing.

I was shy about dancing in public. James whispered to me that he had a slight headache and wants to get back to the hotel to take a painkiller. "Why are you not dancing?" Precious yelled above the music, dancing towards me. I said, "I am a shy dancer," the same time Luc said, "she is such a party pooper." She pressed a can of lite beer into my hand and said, "live a little, it is your birthday." She disappeared into the crowd taking Precious with her.

Damn, that's her. I lost my breath for a moment. She looked incredibly sexy in a short, sparkly dress that showcased her body. It felt like all the lights were focusing on her, enhancing her beauty. But what was even more alluring was that she was dancing in sync with the music, totally lost in the moment. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were in the air as if she had no worries at all. Her hips moved enticingly, but anger bubbled inside me when someone approached her and pulled her close. Diara didn’t seem repulsed or try to push him away; in fact, she appeared to be enjoying herself.