Precious Moments Dirty Dancing 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."

The sight pushed me over the edge one last time as I touched myself. Finally, as night deepened, we collapsed together in a tangle of limbs. Cum covered us all. The bed was destroyed. The house smelled like one giant orgy. My phone buzzed one final time. Mom: Flight switched. Coming home tomorrow afternoon instead. Can’t wait to see you all! My stomach dropped even as Oliver’s hand tightened possessively on my breast and Ava kissed my shoulder. The weekend was ending sooner than expected. Our dirty little secret — now shared with four was running out of time.

finally broke with a soft cry and a hard clench of my walls around his fingers. He held me through it and then brought his wet fingers to my mouth so that I could taste the mixed evidence of everything we had done, the musky salty flavor of our joined releases coating my tongue and the act of it sending a fresh spark of heat through my core even under the continued gaze. His cock was hard again against my thigh, and the knowledge that the hunger between us still had not been fully exhausted made my own body answer with a renewed throb of need. He shifted us once more, guiding me onto my hands and knees on the bed, the position leaving me open and exposed, and the vulnerability of it mixed w

Chance POV I slowly shut the door because I was trying to be as quiet as possible. I knew Mom would be asleep by now. She had been working night shifts back to back for four days, so the chances of her dozing off immediately after getting home were high. I was so close to the stairs when I heard someone cough, making me almost jump out of my skin. Fuck. "Chance Diana Monroe." I closed my eyes and groaned before turning around to see my mom staring at me with a raised eyebrow. I smiled sheepishly.

“Look at that. Your folds are shiny and pl uffy. The clay will capture how swollen you are right now.” I moaned softly before I could stop it, my hips shifting on the chaise. “Professor… you’re touching so close to my pussy. I’m dripping all over the velvet. This feels so dirty, you putting clay on my naked body while I lie here spread open for you.” My mind was spinning with raw lust. I wanted his fingers to slide higher, to touch my clit, but I stayed in the pose because the contract and the money and the strange thrill kept me there.

Lira pov: The night was everything it should have been. It was glamorous, sparkling, and perfectly staged. But for me, the night was far from perfect. My heels clicked against the polished marble floor as I followed Damian through the crowd, our hands loosely linked for appearance. We had done this dance before. Smiling when spoken to, laughing at the right moments, eyes meeting like lovers. A well-practiced illusion. But tonight, I felt stripped bare beneath my dress. My father’s presence did that to me

Her fluffy blonde hair is messy which gives her a sexier look but the true downfall are those sinful lips that could tempt anyone. This time the dance routine has mostly floor moves showing Althea’s insane flexibility and rhythm. By this time half the audience has a hard on or has already gone to the back rooms to take care of it and Diaz is no exception. Every move Althea makes on the floor makes his pants feel tighter and more uncomfortable but it isn’t until, while performing a very unholy split, she sticks her tongue to wet those lips that Diaz loses it. He stands up to look for Lucius or Ronan when the routine finally ends, the lights get back to normal and the dancers go backstage.

I think. I’ve never dirty-danced for anyone before, talk more of three audience whose eyes were fixated on me. Fighting nerves, I put to practice what I’ve seen in X-rated movies. The small, black pleated shirt was wearing swayed with the seductive jut of my hips, I did a little bend, legs apart so they could see the red lace panties beneath. As though on cue, they stood, eyes roaming my wiggling body. The small tank top showing my belly button, rode up a little.

A few minutes later. She finally came out of the bathroom, Evelina had finished cleaning herself. Then, she came out of her room and closed her bedroom door. When Evelina is in the living room, She just passed her father. That the father just got home from his office. Then, he immediately greeted his favorite daugter. The arrival of Evelina's mother appears and she said to her husband to clean himself immediately, so they could have dinner soon.

The red light made everything look hotter and dirtier than it already was. Ethan’s hips started moving. His hand found the back of the woman’s head. She took it without complaint, eyes still flicking up to mine every few seconds like she wanted me to see exactly what she was doing. Then he came. Hard. With a sound I’d never heard from him before. She stayed on him until he finished, swallowed everything, and pulled off with a soft, satisfied noise. “Mmm. Thank you, daddy.” She stood up, wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and walked away clumsily like it was just another favor.