Anne Ramsay Nude Novels & Stories

she advised, and Ann nodded in response before the maid left the room. Ann went into the bathroom and started brushing her teeth. After she finished, she grabbed the wax from the counter, stood in front of the mirror, and began removing her pubic hair. The process was painful, but she continued until she was completely bald. She examined herself in the mirror, noting how smooth and warm it looked. “Mmmm… I think it’s okay like that.” Alex's voice spoke behind her with a low growl. “Oh my God!”, Ann gasped as she saw his reflection in the mirror. He was leaning against the wall, wrapped only in a towel, his abs and V-line drawing her attention to his crotch. He looked incredibly sexy.

All six of them walked into the house completely nude. Ryan and his friends all stood around the kitchen as they watched the naked woman moving about preparing sandwiches for them. She still had cum drying up on her face and tits and some running down her legs. She finished up the sandwiches and poured a bowl of chips for them to snack on. "Be right back boys. I'm just going to clean myself up a little bit." she said to them as she eyed all of their hard cocks. "You don't have to mom. You look beautiful just like that." Ryan commented. All of his friends quickly agreed.

Beside her, Ada gasped sharply and Ryan whispered a horrified, “Shit.” From across the room, her eyes met Camille’s, and the corners of her eyes twitched when she saw the smile Camille was wearing. Then, Camille tilted her chin toward the stage. Against her better judgment, Mirena turned. The massive screen on the stage was bright with a photograph. Not just any photograph, but a nude image of her, displayed for everyone to see!

“You’re holding back, Avery. Let it show. Let me see how much you want this.” From the side of the room, I heard the soft rustle of fabric. Zara had stepped away from the camera – which was now clearly recording video, its red light blinking steadily. She was stripping slowly, peeling off her top to reveal full, bare breasts with tight pink nipples. Her shorts followed, sliding down her toned legs until she stood completely naked, her red curls cascading over her shoulders. “Christ…” I whispered, unable to look away from her. She settled into the armchair across from us, legs spread shamelessly. One hand trailed down her stomach and between her thighs, fingers circling her own clit as she wa

Ryan busted into Anna’s room and locked the door behind him. He hurried into the bedroom, then saw Anna tossing and turning uncomfortably on the giant bed. Her long dress was rolled all the way up, exposing her long and fair legs and the pure white undies between her slender thighs. Her hands were constantly tugging at her collar. Her red lips parted again and again as she whimpered, “Hot… It’s so hot…” Ryan felt his throat tighten and his body burning up. He hastily took off his clothes.

Richey lets out a low growl of possession. “That too, sweetheart. Take it all off.” Slowly, I obey. I unfasten my bra and let the cups slip off my arms before dropping the material to the floor. Then, I pull my panties down, letting the lace slip to the floor before stepping out and presenting myself nude for my handsome neighbor’s gaze. His blue eyes eat up my curves, loving their fleshy generosity. “Beautiful,” he rasps. “Absolutely gorgeous. But Rina, I want to see more than this. I want to see that pretty pink inside.”

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

she said as she clicked the remote. The tv screen changed to a picture of me sitting on my heels, my knees spread apart, my hands in front of my sensual spot, grabbing the bedsheet. My hair was a bit messy, and my expression was a mix of shock, begging, and lust. Nat edited it to be in black and white. I was embarrassed to look at myself that way that I could feel my cheeks heat up. “She looks good, doesn't she? She looked like a submissive waiting for her Dom to command her," Nat grinned at Rai and Damian.

She could feel that word in her bones just by his existence. Ollie cut the staring and brought her eyes down to her dress and cleared her throat. She righted herself and slipped her hands off the post. She pushed a smile on her face, lifted her head and stepped up. She hoped she didn't look as pathetic as she felt. She hoped she didn't look as scared as she felt. They were werewolves, not animals. They wouldn't eat her for dinner any time soon. "Good Morning Mr Bridge," She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny,"