Amelia Clarkson Nude Novels & Stories

But I don’t think that it’s a bad thing to be too careful when protecting someone’s life. When I am about to finish I hear the bedroom door open and Amelia walks out. She’s wearing the sexiest pj’s I’ve ever seen. Her shorts show the cheeks of her ass and the top, well the top is almost see-through. I can see her nipples erected through the thin material of her clothes. She wraps her arms around her body and walks back into the bedroom coming out later on wearing an oversized jumper. Her long legs looked great under that thick layer of clothes “I didn’t know you were still up” - she says and I look at her from the top of the chair finishing the last camera.

AMELIA’S P.O.V I planned to stay indoors for the rest of the day when I heard a knock. I went to check only to see Clara standing there with a small picnic basket in her hands and a smile on her face. When I looked down and saw her barefooted, I shook my head at her. I leaned against the doorframe with a small smile as I watched her. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked and she stretched out the basket to me as if it was an answer.

she muttered. Roxy nudged her with a grin. “Told you, baby girl, you’re born for drama. Go on, give us the gist when you’re back.” Clara laughed. “Bet it’s the lesser devil again.” Roxy leaned in, smirking. “Or maybe daddy the greater devil himself with those sexy tattoos. You’re one lucky bitch.” Amelia rolled her eyes, fixing her jumpsuit. “Yeah, lucky me,” she said dryly, standing up. “Let’s see which devil it is this time,” she whispered, heading toward the door while the whole cafeteria watched.

“That’s enough to get you some cock. Eat up and come take your punishment.” Amelia’s cheeks stretched into a gentle smile, her eyes gleaming with fire and need. She lifted the tray to her lap, taking gentle bites from it — chewing and moaning softly, her tongue flicking over her lips between each bite, while glaring at Maximo who was currently handling business deals at the far end of the room, close to the window. And yet…She knew he was watching her in the reflection. He always was. * Amelia sat opposite Maximo. She was dressed in a beautiful black tank top and a fitted jean skirt that stopped just below her ass. The fabric hugged her curves perfectly, every inch of her body framed like it

The well known Amelia Dinkins was a conservative lady who had clean records and no scandal up unto her dramatic wedding. *** Amelia could not believe her eyes as she shook her head in disbelief, she managed to hold her sobs as not to make known her presence. Leonard had been immersed in his arousal that he did not notice her presence. Jennifer was half naked, as Leonard had unhooked her bra and was hungrily devouring her round plump breast, they were both moaning wildly, the quay was deserted enough for their privacy to be guaranteed.

She walked towards the shelf where a large TV is standing and looked at the photos. Most of the photos were of him and his family, his late grandparents and some with his close-knit friends. However, the last photo that Amarah saw and is now holding it tightly, is a picture of Erika, clad in a flimsy robe with nothing underneath and with her back towards whoever was taking the photo. Her face was looking at her, a look of seduction oozing from her pose. “Clayton, dearest. Look at what you took,” a dedication wrote on the lower part of the photo. “Can’t wait to have your hands and lips on them soon. Xoxo, Erika.”

Amelia quickly slipped her clothes back on after her video call and solitary pleasure session. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes scanning over her body critically. The fabric of her shirt clung to her damp skin, and she could see the outline of her bra through the thin material. Her current wardrobe just wasn't cutting it anymore.

"The lockers are here. Inside are robes. You strip down to where you are comfortable. You can keep your underwear on if you want, but it may get oils on it." Amelia nodded. Naked it was. Not that she wanted to get naked. She could see that her body had softened a bit. She was putting on weight and she should be happy. She was, but it was still scary having so little control over her body. "There are snacks out by the pool. Someone will call you when it's time for your treatment." Carissa left them. "What's that music?" Amelia asked. "It's supposed to be healing music," Isabel said, stripping off her clothing as if she undressed in front of them every day.

He said. “Fine..you went to see some friends and you didn’t do any thing bad so tell me how come you were snapped kissing two ladies at the same time?!” Mr Clark said with disgust on his expression. Ace Clark was taken aback at how his dad had found out what he did at the club. His dad threw some pictures at his face and they flew everywhere around the office. Ace Clark leaned forward on the couch and picked one that came his way and dropped at his feet then he saw himself kissing Amelia and Alexis. They were the girls he met at the club the previous night.

Amelia said as soon as she saw me entering. I looked at her to see her wearing a one piece which starts from the middle of her cleavage ,making half of her boobs spill out and ends two inches above her mid thigh. Anybody can tell her intentions by seeing her dress . "You will be there...but before that let me show you something very interesting. " I said ,patting her cheek. She frowned but nodded. I made her seat and went towards the led screen. Setting everything up,I switched on the TV and looked towards Amelia.