Novel & Cerita Precious Moments Dirty Dancing

Amelia comes towards me, reaching out her hand towards me. I gladly take it, dancing with her is so much fun and it gives me the chance to be close to her. Once we’re in the middle of the open space, I twirl her around and spin her in and out of me to the sound of "Rocking around the Christmas tree", causing her to giggle and at the same time she’s giving me that hungry look which she gets whenever she becomes turned on. This is an innocent dance, but we’ve had some very dirty dances here in the last days, too. Which ended up in me bending her over the couch or taking her on the kitchen counter or many other ways.

“You sure you can keep up, mi amor?” “Try me,” I murmured. She set her champagne flute down, and I stood, extending my hand. Her fingers slid into mine, soft and sure. The moment she stood, the world seemed to tilt. Lights flickering, bass heavy and slow. The lights dimmed, and the DJ’s voice rolled through the bass. “This one’s for the lovers who don’t mind getting a little dirty.” Then the opening beat of “Dance for You” by Beyoncé poured through the speakers—slow, seductive, and sin-soaked.

He said with a small grin, pointing to '(I've had) The time of my life' from Dirty Dancing. She nodded and chose it. "A good choice, and it is a little more upbeat than the other duets". He grabbed her hand, and pulled her with him up on stage, then he handed her one of the microphones and the music started.

" 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

After our dinner, we've decided to watch a movie. "Yes." I ignore the teasing lilt of his voice. "Some girls love Dirty Dancing, some were crazy for Save the Last Dance. Which wasn't me because I always wanted to go out to a club and showcase my dancing, but my mom said I was like her. Blessed with zero rhythm. Negative rhythm if that's an option." He chuckles, causing me to cut my eyes back at him. "But then there are girls like me." I sniffle slightly. "Our hearts break when Monica challenges Quincy to their game of one-on-one and he beats her."

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 said as I smile and look at them, I peek at the side where my crazy relatives are to see them looking so pale and angry making me smirks. We moved to the next which is dancing. Sammantha pulls Henry and they dance a love tango. I smirk really pissed as I watch them dance in a seductive manner. When the two walk down the stage, Henry starts to walk towards me when I walk away towards my butlers Zyrem and Clide. I whisper to them as they bow. I walk towards Mera and whisper to her. Mera smiles as I take another glass of wine on the table and drinks it straight. Mera follows me on the stage with a deadly smile on her lips. We whisper to Jake who smiles and nods. Jake and his team played Promi

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 dragged myself out of bed, curiosity gnawing at me, and decided to look for the lady who claimed to be my mum’s daughter’s friend. I found her in the sitting room. She was barefoot, a mop in her hand, earbuds tucked in as she moved to whatever song was playing. Her nightgown clung to her curves, riding up every time she bent forward to scrub a stubborn spot on the floor. She wasn’t just cleaning, she was dancing, hips swaying, her ass shooting out deliberately with every bend, the clothe stretching thin across her body. For a moment, I froze at the doorway, my pulse racing. Heat flared through me at the sight, but I forced myself to steady my breathing, to calm the storm rising inside me b