Annie Murphy Nudes Novels & Stories

Nathanial crouches beside me, taking the knife from my hand, and he presses the tip beneath Flynns’ chin. “Don’t worry, it will all be over shortly. I bet you thought you had won the fucking lottery after my girl turned 18, didn’t you?” He grabs Flynns’ greasy hair and yanks his head back. Flynn smiles, showing off his blood-stained teeth with his eyes glistening under the white light dangling from the ceiling. “I’ve seen her naked many times and jerked myself off to the images embedded in my mind. She has a mole just under her left breast and-”

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—”

Jessica huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, which only serves to push her breasts up. ‎Francis doesn't even look embarrassed. "Hi, I'm Francis. I’ve... I've always admired you from the window," he stammers. "I’ve spent hours imagining you naked every time you go on a run. I’m a painter, Jessica. Seriously. Do you have any idea how your curves are built? Would you... would you let me do a nude portrait? I’d pay. No face, just... the body. It’ll be a masterpiece." ‎Jessica huffs a laugh. "Does your girlfriend know you’re hitting on her arch-enemy while she’s in the shower? Or is the 'art' just an excuse for you to be a creep?”

It was Amani. “What’s this?” I showed Gerald the screen. When he looked at me with a confused expression, I added, “She’s asking if you liked the photo she sent you. What photo?” “I have no idea what she’s talking about.” “Really?” I pursed my lips, opening the email app. My jaw dropped seconds later. I gagged, seeing Amani fully naked in the picture. I turned off the screen quickly. “She sent you a nude photo!” “What!” Gerald exclaimed.

The girl's naked body looks very seductive. .

I looked at them one by one. At first, they were just pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend, but when I got to around half of it, I held my breath at what I saw. There were pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend posing naked, and near the end there were even pictures of them kissing, on top of each other, and other similar poses that were R-18 and erotic-looking. “What’s… that?!” Irina pointed to the lady’s chest.

That's my Benny, always the optimist. I sipped my champagne and continued to study the really huge image hanging on the gallery wall. My portrait had been enlarged and printed on canvas for this show. The effect was a bit startling but even so, it was apparent that Benny had talent. For a child of Somali refugees who started with less than nothing in the UK, he knew how to configure a picture. He'd posed me on my back with my head turned to the side, my arm over my breasts and my fingers flared between my legs. He'd wanted my hair splayed out, my legs straight up, and my pussy covered. I'd worn a string thong for the shot, but you couldn't see it. Nothing showed that would classify my image

Naked. And absolutely breathtaking. I sat back, stunned, one hand still frozen over the mouse. My heart kicked hard against my ribs as image after image filled my screen. Her bare skin. The arch of her spine. The confident, raw way she looked at the camera. These weren’t cheap or careless selfies. These were art. Intimate. Bold. Honest. And they were driving me out of my mind. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry, my body reacting before my brain caught up.

Imani “We need to get out of here,” I said, looking for a window to escape out of. To my dismay, I couldn’t find one. What was I thinking? “Hey, Amber. Did you hear me? We need to get out of here.” I turned to face her, and my face scrunched up in confusion. While I was looking for an escape route, she’d changed her dress into a see-through one that left very little to the imagination. Her nipples poked through the fabric and her pubic region was clearly shaved and on display. Her private areas weren’t the only thing on display. Bruises and scars riddled her pale skin—some were old, and some were fresh. I’d say they were as recent as yesterday—quite possibly today.

Millie stopped in front of it, staring at the rippling surface, trying to steady her breathing. Behind her, Nina lingered silently until she was approached by someone. Millie turned her head to look. It was the same woman she’d noticed earlier during dinner—the older one in the sheer, elegant gown that clung to her curves like liquid silk. Beside her stood the young man, now completely naked. His lean, toned body gleamed under the lantern light, and Millie’s gaze unwillingly dropped to his exposed cock. He smirked, seemingly unfazed by her obvious discomfort. Her cheeks burned as she quickly looked away, her attention snapping back to the fountain.