Annie Murphy Nudes Novels & Stories

“Who alone was meant to see the images? I thought you knew better than this, Dahlia. You’ve handled so many cases like this.” Her words blurred into nothing. My eyes were glued to the image of me standing in my room, as naked as the day I was born, smiling at the camera like I had just won a trophy. I zoomed in and out, hoping to find a sign that it was photoshopped, but the truth was painfully clear. My nudes had been leaked. The only thing covering the little dignity I had left were three small tape emojis, two over my nipples and the last one between my thighs. Every other part of my body was so exposed that even a half-blind person would be left with nothing to imagine.

"You... what the fuck is wrong with you?" "Nothing?" Mutiny smiled, propping her elbows on her knees, her wild hair framing the sides of her face. "I think I'm perfect." I let out a frustrated groan. "To hell with your perfection! What are you thinking about dancing in those clothes in front of so many drunken men?" "Wow, I didn't know you were so narrow-minded."

I could recognize Beyoncé, Rihanna, and even Britney Spear. That wasn't all. One part of the wall had a mural painted on it. It was an intricate design of a man and a woman pressed into each other. They were naked. The more I stared at it, the more it seemed to suck me in. I never found the naked image of a man and woman intriguing before until now. Reluctantly, peeling my eyes away from the wall, I walked further into the room, checking the bathroom. It was neat and sparkling. It looked as if the occupants had washed it and decided to leave the house a few seconds ago.

She even had a decent social media following; just under a million followers on I*******m alone. Despite how well Ruby had been doing for herself, Connor's friends didn't seem to care much about her acting talent as they did about how hot she was. Mostly, they seemed to care about the nude scenes that she had done over the years. Ruby appeared nude in three movies and in one episode of the TV show she got famous for. All but one of those scenes were tasteful and essential to the plot.

She quickly shimmied it off her hips, letting it hit the floor. I looked at Harper’s petite, naked body in front of me. Her breasts looked huge on her tiny frame, but they were certainly the same size as her sister's were. They were probably a 32D, though, instead of a 36D like Lily’s . She obviously enjoyed being looked at this way, biting her lip like she was. I did a quick circle in the air with my finger, and she did a sexy little turn. Her ass looked fantastic while she stood up, taut and lean, with a giant red hand print on the left cheek.

He scrolled to a photo of Marina naked and having sex, showing off her amazing tits, and handed it to Micah. Micah’s eyes widened. “Damn, man,” he muttered, swiping through the photos. Caleb realized Micah was looking at pictures of Marina’s pussy and them fucking. Caleb held out his hand, and Micah returned the phone. Caleb looked down and saw the last photo Micah had focused on—a close-up of Marina’s pussy. “Damn, that’s a nice looking one!” Micah said.

The admission hit me like a slap, rage flaring hot but drowned out by the serum’s fire, my hips bucking up as their hands worked higher, pinching the sensitive skin of my thighs, then zeroing in on my clit through the thin barrier of my panties, Scott’s fingers rubbing roughly, harshly, twisting the nub until I cried out, the sound raw and needy. “You bastards, dosing me like that, I’ll report you, oh fuck, stop pinching so hard, it hurts, but don’t, please, touch me more,” my words tumbled out in a mess, denials warping into pleas, my knees splaying wide despite myself, dress riding up to my waist, baring the soaked lace to their hungry stares. Murphy hooked his fingers into the waistband,

My hands tremble, knowing fully well I'm only trying to convince myself. Like a fly to a honey trap, I turn the page, and - I drop the file and the contents flutter to the ground. "Shit! I can't do this." Before me, Moro sighs but says nothing. Unfortunately for me, the pictures are splayed all over the floor of my office. I can't escape seeing them. Naked women are tied with their hands above their heads. Some with swollen faces, others with blood all over their bodies. And then, there are others with both. The same goes for the kids. It gets even more gory, the more I force myself to look at those pictures on the floor. What does it for me are the naked men hovering over them, most with t

It was slightly ajar. Curiosity should’ve died right there. But no. Of course not. I had to know. I moved toward it like a sleepwalker drifting toward disaster. I reached the door and peered in, only to see everything. Ronan was naked. He was also spread out like a living sex ad. His legs were apart and his hair was damp. His muscles gleamed with sweat and his hips rolled with practiced rhythm as he drove himself into… A nurse? Blonde. Curvy. Her scrub top was still on—barely buttoned—but her lower half was completely bare. She rode him like she was possessed. No hesitation, no holding back.

He furiously shook his head and I knew he was going apologise but I held my hand out to stop him. I gave him a bitter smile, my eyes throwing daggers at him with disgust. "I must say, you really do have the guts to say that I don't understand how it feels to have your 'nudes' seen by other people. The girl whose nudes are apparently visible on the net was the same girl who ruined my dignity by spreading my nudes and I wonder how she got those pictures" I tilted my head as I muttered those words out with sarcasm. They all flinched, their eyes pleading but I didn't care.