Anne Ramsay Nude Novels & Stories

"I’m ruined! How can I live knowing that everyone has seen my nudes?!" "Technically, you aren’t really nude in them―" Annalise said. The entire family had read the article put out by Lady Vanity and saw the resulting photos― her straddling Matteo in nothing but her underwear, the both of them tangled in his bedsheets, her bra, half-falling off her shoulders to reveal a swell of creamy breast. If they were from a weaker family, Annalise was sure that her phone would be blowing up with all sorts of obscene offers from movie directors.

I went into Annie's room and opened a drawer in her wardrobe. Rows of cute underwear were neatly lined up. I grabbed a pair with a strawberry print and walked back to the bathroom door, knocking lightly and handing them through. She cracked the door just enough, quickly taking the underwear and slipping it on. Steam from the shower drifted out, and she stepped into view, wearing just a camisole and the strawberry-print underwear. Her skin was still glowing from the hot shower, and her decision to go braless left little to the imagination.

She said innocently batting her eyelashes at Mark and Chase. Both men grinned as they admired her. The once pretty and innocent Annie was no more. Now she was lying on the stage covered in filth and sweat—like a true slut. “Well, I guess now that you tried these two, it's time for a real man,” Rodney said. Annie didn’t notice he had taken his clothes off already. The man was completely naked as he climbed onto the stage. His cock was hard as diamonds, pointing right up at the sky. Annie couldn’t keep her mouth from watering as she saw it.

once that was done, after an hour I put on my black, sleeveless dress, that was curved around my breast, tonight I was going commando, no underwear tonight, I wanted to be a little slutty for this date and just incase my restaurant toilet, fucking me like he hates me fantasy actually happens, I mean a girl can dream. Ryan should be here any minute, so I made my way down stairs to put on my high heels, I could just about walk in, but it was about to be all worth it, once my shoes was on, I waited in my living for him to turn up. Ryan was now twenty minutes late, so I tried to give him a call, No answer, I tried again, still no answer, I waited a ten more minutes, I tried his phone again, no a

Curiosity takes me to the amateur category. Anus and Andy. The Sperminator. Star Whores. The Last Anal Hero. Come learn then cum. I finally click on the one looking decent from all. I look up and do a mini prayer, I am so going to hell for watching this. The video plays in black and white, there are two guys who are intimately touching each other while they stand in front of a huge mirror. Well, it doesn't look that bad. It's like dudes hugging each other.

The hot water doesn’t wash away the feeling of grime and dirt. I wrap a towel around me and go sit in front of my dresser. Wet blonde curls hang down to my shoulders. My mind is blank as I blow out my hair until it lies in soft waves around my face. I take off the towel and stare critically at my naked body in the mirror. No man other than my husband has seen me nude. My body is not perfect. My breasts are too small and my thighs are thick and round. Nigel likes them, but what if the Russian finds them a turn off? Will all this be for nothing then? Will he send me away and expect the debt to be paid in another way?

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

— Damn it, Alexandre… I fling open the bathroom door. The steam burns my skin. He is under the water. Eyes closed. Looking peaceful. And it’s that calm, precisely, that makes me explode. — ARE YOU SERIOUS? He jumps, turns around. Water drips down his face, but it’s me who drowns him in fury. — You’re telling me you thought we’d have a normal morning while the whole country watches your damn scene from last night like a soap opera with ten million views?

She wore no underwear. Miss Alice remained still while Mr. Ryan circled her, his cold eyes trailing up and down her body. Jessica's mouth dried. The waiting to see what came next had her break into a sweat. She felt like she was watching p**n, except it had real characters in it, characters that were incredibly sexy. Eventually Mr. Ryan came to a stop, standing beside the redhead so that his face was visible to the camera. “Bend over.” He ordered, his voice calm and steady.

There were sun loungers off to one side and a pile of fluffy white towels. “Fancy a swim?” Hugh whispered in her ear as he snuck up behind her, pulling up her dress and lifting it off over her head. Annie giggled looking around in case they were overlooked. “No one can see us up here,” he reassured her, slipping her bra straps off her shoulders. “Do you honestly think I’d let anyone see my mate naked?” he murmured against her neck as he undid her bra, dropping it to the floor. He slid his hands down her hips, taking her underwear down past her knees so Annie could step out of them after which she turned to face him. Annie found standing naked in front of her mate incredibly erotic, he stared