Avril Lavine Nude Novels & Stories

Their conversations were not only about the past or the future anymore but also about them, about their fears, dreams, and the inexplicable reality they were living. One afternoon, Vincent led Abigail to the heart of Provence's iconic lavender fields. A sea of purple stretched as far as the eye could see, the air thick with the sweet, heady aroma of blooming lavender. Vincent shared how he often came here, seeking inspiration and tranquillity amidst nature's abundance. "I wanted to share this place with you, Abigail," Vincent confessed, his eyes mirroring the rich hues of the lavender. "I find solace here, and with you, I feel a similar peace."

Aveline slung her duffel over one shoulder, the thin straps of her crimson halter top biting into her shoulders, the fabric stretched taut across her full, heavy breasts. Her nipples had hardened the second she spotted the black luxury sedan in the garage. The front door opened before she reached the porch. “Aveline, darling!” Lavinia’s voice floated out, polished and sweet, yet edged with that familiar undercurrent of frost. Her mother stood framed in the doorway wearing a tailored ivory blouse and slim trousers, every inch the elegant forty-two-year-old socialite. But the smile she offered didn’t touch her eyes. It never did anymore. Lavinia had always been stunning, but time and envy had

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

Camper was very serious, so Avril couldn't laugh. She bit her lower lip and heaved a deep sigh. “Uhm, which girl are you talking about again?” “The dark skinned one, with the body. You know, the shape. Hour glass,” he said and even demonstrated it. “Nana. Her name is Nana,” Avril said. “Nana,” he called dreamingly. “Feels so good on my mouth. Tell me, how does she like her men?” he asked and Avril tapped her index finger on her lips.

I gasped looking at the mirror, Gaby holds my shoulder as she nods, looking very proud of her choice. She picked a lavender-colored dress, that hugs my body with heels. My long hair is curled nicely and styled, pulled in some sort of a fancy bun. My nude makeup looks very pretty, and there is a strand of hair just falling on my temple. " You're a masterpiece, Ava," whispers Conrad, he's a very famous stylist. " I thought you said your masterpiece was Aurora," laughs Gaby, Conrad brings his fingers to his lips, pressing them together.

Just as I see him opening his mouth to argue with me, the door opens and we turn to see who it is to find Aviana entering the house. She is still wearing the same clothes that she was wearing in the morning. The same black skirt, a white sleeveless which had floral design on it and her black knee length heeled boots. But her hair is no longer in the ponytail anymore. Her chocolate brown hair is now free from the rubber band and is flowing down her back in natural waves. She is looking gorgeous. She looks like a goddess.

"Are you feeling hot? I'll lower the temperature again." Lavina shook her head. "No, just take off our clothes!" The man was a little surprised. "You want us to be naked?" Lavina nodded her head. "If you don't want it, we can just take off the outerwear and leave the underwear." "Okay." Raveen still hadn't realized what Lavina really wanted. Finally Raveen took off his shirt. Showing off her athletic body. Made Lavina wanted Raveen even more. Lavina also took off her outer clothes, leaving behind a slightly transparent pink bra and panties.

~ Nikki ~ I duck into the en suite to brush my teeth, then spritz a light fragrance in the air. I walk through the mist, just to pick up the essence of it. I slip out of the robe and into a peek-a-boo nightie with a violet, lacy, angled bra-bodice that dips low between my breasts and is extremely revealing. The skirt is lavender charmeuse, with a short hem in front and a longer one in back, creating a soft, rippled effect. There are matching, lacy slippers, but I don’t bother with them. I do, however, opt for the charmeuse thong. The satiny material is irresistible.

She walked toward the marble island, her eyes fixed on her iPad, fully expecting her pristine, sterile territory to be empty. Instead, she found Avery. Avery was leaning casually against the edge of the marble island, holding an unlit matching black lighter in her hand, twirling it idly. She wasn’t wearing her signature oversized sweaters or paint-splattered joggers. She was wearing a piece of emerald-green lace lingerie that was sheer, daring, and cut so dangerously low it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The vibrant fabric contrasted sharply against the stark white of the marble kitchen. Vivian lifted her head, her analytical gaze scanning the room out of habit before it collide

“Why did you jump in the water?” “I did not jump!” Anna murmurs. “I fell…” “Fell? How the hell did you fall? That too naked-” Lavi trails off as if he realized something. His eyes slowly trail to the beautiful girl in front of him who is stark naked. Her skin is glowing like a pearl and she looks unearthly at that moment. He cannot help but ogle at her while fighting off the urge to claim her right there. Hearing his words, Anna also realized something. His hand is still on her breast…