Anita Mist Nude Novels & Stories

One more shoot for a billboard and then we were done. It was late in the evening when we finished our shoot. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the long sofa. I hadn't even change my dress because I was so tired. “You okay?” Annie asked as she approached me. “Damn, I'm tired, Annie,” I said weakly, leaning back on the sofa, closing my eyes to rest. I heard her soft laugh. “You’re still adjusting; you’ve been away from modeling for a few years,” she said. I nodded; she was right, my body was still getting used to it.

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?

I was somewhere else before I knew I was going. Anita’s studio was above her uncle’s garage on the east side of the city. Two skylights. A wall of corkboard covered in fabric swatches and sketches and things only she could decode. She had claimed it at twenty-one and never let it go. She said the light was right in the mornings. She was right about that. I woke up to the sound of her pencil.

I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth to take it back. Dozens of photos of me... Fully, completely naked, the way you only are when you're certain you're alone — stepping out of the shower with my hair dripping down my spine, sprawled on top of the covers on several hot nights, on my knees on the mattress reaching for the lamp, legs mostly open because who closes their legs alone in their own locked room? "Jesus," I whispered. “This isn’t happening.”

She look where I'm staring at and she screamed stunned. "Anitaaaa!!!.." She screamed that catches everyone's attention. He suddenly turned his gaze at our place. Our eyes meet and I couldn't move. In fairness, he became even more handsome with his longer hair. "Anita, he is so handsome he looks like an underwear model melting my eyes." She giggled while describing him. "Anita, are you just going to stare at him and ignore me here forever? I know he is fucking gorgeous and struck everyone staring at him." Missy said and give a slight slap on my arm that brought me back to my consciousness.

Patrick asked, but Anita stood up from the bed instead, ignoring him, and she walked to his bathroom, not putting on any clothes or covering up her bare body. Anita walked to the restroom to ease herself first, revealing her smooth round butt*cks to Patrick's view, and on seeing her without clothes, flipping her butt*cks to his view, Patrick gulped and stood speechless as he watched her enter his bathroom. Patrick was still holding the trouser that he wanted to wear, and he felt aroused only by staring at Anita's bare, smooth backpack. Anita came out back, and this time she was tying one of Patrick's short white towels around her body as she went and sat on his bed and spoke to him, "We need

she said defensively. Anita rolled her eyes, it was obvious she didn't believe her. "Look! What do need this for? " she held up a massager . She had bought the same thing in four different colors. Natalie scoffed. "I'm not that petty. I didn't purposely waste his money " she said. Anita groaned and started sorting out the stuff. "I hope so! "

Alfred asks, and Anita's face twists in irritation. "No!" She exclaims and stares at her laptop as a video of him with about four ladies dressed in bikinis on a yacht starts playing. The ladies dancing and twerking on him, making her frown as her jaws drop, and she stares at the video, forgetting she's still on the call until she hears him question, "Hello, are you there?" "Um, yes," Anita responds.

The tight navy dress is cinched tightly at the waist and around her ass, an ass I would know anywhere. Anita turns around and leans against the bar but doesn’t see me yet. It’s a good thing because I’m standing there staring at her and drinking her in. The top of her dress is a corset that has her tits trussed up like an offering to the gods. “Fuck me,” I whisper to myself, because seeing her like this literally takes my breath. Her hair is pulled to one side, and the line of her neck makes me want to sink my teeth into it.

Everybody was burned. Another had survived beneath the ash. As she placed the flash drive on the table, Anita breathed slowly and ran a hand through her knotted hair. She refrained from opening it. Not quite yet. After turning on the shower and being completely dressed, she entered and felt the cool water cleanse her like forgiveness. The soot circled the drain and flowed off in rivers. But the smoke remained inside her. She dried off, put on new clothes, and perched at the edge of her bed when she eventually came out, her skin clean but pale, her hair dripping. Her gaze was fixed on the flash drive. and hit the play button. --- It was a sleek UI, of course. Nathan never took a half-hearted