Annie Holt Nude Novels & Stories

I needed something — anything — to stop replaying that dream. I turned on the small light above the washing machine and started sorting my clothes. The rhythmic sound of the machine starting up was oddly comforting. I leaned against the dryer, arms crossed, and let out a slow breath. I didn’t hear him come in. “Harper?” I jumped, turning around quickly. Colton stood in the doorway, one hand resting on the frame. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His chest and stomach were defined, with a light trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, like he’d just finished working out in the home gym

Watching her with hooded eyes, Annie realized she must be drunk. Michele seemed to be looking directly into Annie's eyes as she began to push down at her waistband. She stepped out of the tangle of track pants at her feet, grabbed the hem of her tank top and struggled to pull it and her sports bra over her head. Freeing herself, she dropped the tops and stood for a moment above Annie, totally naked in the dark, swaying slightly. Annie had held very still, unsure of what to do. She had wanted to reach out, to touch her, but Michele had stepped away before she could overcome her own reluctance. She watched as the stronger girl sat down heavily on her bed, admired he long calves. Michele was as

Monica bit her lower lip for a moment before she continued, dragging out my anticipation, "…she reached around and undid my bra, so then I was like, completely topless…" I swallowed hard and shifted in my seat, my erection actually hurting at this point. "He was totally staring at my, um… chest… It was so weird! Then Holly leaned in and kissed, um, this one…" She reached up and cupped her right breast. I helplessly watched her and for the first time stared at her nude form without trying to hide it.

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

Arianna's was undressing smiling happily to the camera, then the guy taking the video instructed her to pose and he took nude pics of her. "What is this trash you think I can believe this photoshopped garbage, she was a virgin when I met her". "It didn't stop her from being the hitch,fool! Look at her body you should know what a photoshop is from her real body ,why don't you watch the sex clip". She sent another one. Andre tried to remain cool as he played the second video. Arianna was being mercilessly banged by a masked guy, her moans made it heartbreaking,he put it off.

Me, sitting in a hot-tub with two beautiful naked women, married, naked women, was something else. Holly didn't come back out, and after a couple of minutes Dawn announced it was time for my next shot. Beth didn't need much encouragement this time and she laid down before me. It took two tries, the first time she slipped off the edge back into the water, coming up sputtering. But finally she was there, laid out in all her MILFish beauty, and this time not bothering to cover up that sexy V between her legs.

And me, well I was a very curious person who had never seen people actually having sex so you do the math. The sound increased, drawing me in until I found the perfect peeping spot, behind a solid pillar at the corner of the room. I tucked myself carefully behind it, taking a deep breath, I looked. A back I knew to belong to Anna by the numbering tattoo on her lower spine came into view. She was completely naked with legs thrown wide apart. She had one hand pulling at her hair and the other holding on to something in between her legs. Was she masturbating? She looked in the middle of an orgasm and frankly, the sight of Anna getting herself off wasn’t a fine one.

For some reason it makes her smile. Now she knows that he truly wants her as a woman. Nathan draws another sharp breath when she slowly takes off her tank top and skirt. She’s standing there in her bra and panties, looking ethereal. Water is rolling down her pearly skin, her frame petite in front of Nathan’s large build. Was she always this tiny? Halsey reflexively puts her hands over her chest. Does he find her repulsive? “Nate…Do-” She’s about to ask him if he’s disgusted by her lack of sex appeal but to her surprise, he takes rips off his shirt to reveal his fit torso.

"Take off your clothes, Freya. Or I'll rip them off." My hands shake. I undo my shirt. My jeans. I stand there. Naked. Exposed. He looks at me. His eyes roam my body. My thick thighs. My round stomach. My heavy breasts. "Beautiful," he whispers. I don't believe him. "Lie down." I lie on the bed. The sheets are cold. My skin is hot. I feel sick. He takes off his clothes. I see his body. Scarred. Muscular. Powerful. He's a wolf. A real wolf. And I'm just a human.

People food was not good for birds, or any type of animal. While Natalia was watching it all, I was watching her. She was in a little black bikini that showed way too much skin. Her breasts were heavy, her hips were curvy. She didn't have a perfectly flat belly but I liked that she was filled out. I'd wanted to cover her up when she took off her shirt. This wasn't the club. We weren't doing a scene for or with like-minded people. Old men and young men ogled her. One guy tripped over nothing when she bent over to take off her shorts.