Aya Cash Nude Novels & Stories

*** Writer’s POV: Aisha was busy cleaning the Prince’s room, unaware he was still in the bathroom. She was fixing his sheets when he stepped out of the bathroom. She froze, surprised and immediately uncomfortable. Luckily, Asahd had on a pair of trousers. Even till then, she reddened on seeing his nude chest and upper body. Normal, he was sculptured and smooth. Staring at his golden and perfectly tanned skin made you want to run your fingers over it.

She looked young and innocent. Ash had never wanted a woman more in his life. "Bane, out!" he snarled, pointing at the door to that led to the rest of the house from the laundry room, where they had come in through the garage. Bane bounded off, tongue hanging out. Ash slammed the laundry room door shut and turned to Anya who still sat sprawled out on the floor. Ash reached back and yanked his shirt off, baring his muscular tattooed chest to her. She licked her lips and looked up at him with sultry, questioning eyes glowing blue through the heavy makeup that seemed to be her signature.

he asked. "Like I said," Cassie replied. "That'll cost you $100." "Deal," he said. "Your balance is now $500, kind sir," Cassie replied. "I'll let my accountant know," Tony answered, almost by reflex. He knew what was about to happen and while he had seen Cassie naked earlier, this would be the first time she saw him in the nude. In a moment, he would strip off his boxers and his dick would be out in the open air for her to see in all its glory.

Yash laughed as he pulled out all the pines from her hair. “Shayra, who was he?” Yash asked as he helped her remove the earrings; Shayra stayed silent, she did not want to tell him anything, first because it was RAW’s mission and second she already said no, what is the point of talking about it now? “Shower?” Shayra asked as she admired the nail art, she has long nails already so she did not get fake nails. “Sure,” Yash said as she stood up; Yash put all her hair to the left side as he unzipped her dress to her lower back, it loosened around her boobs and waist as she slid off the straps down her shoulders.

She will have bruises where my hand was. “OMG! It was an accident, Wyatt! We were playing and I pushed her, you didn’t need to grab her like that!” Ashley screamed at me. I gave Nina a quick once over, she was wearing light green shorts that came to just below her ass and a black tank top. Her cleavage was spilling out. Damn if she was fucking sexy as hell. She obviously just showered as I could smell her shampoo on her. Her hair was still slightly wet with a nice wave to it. “My apologies ma’am” I said sarcastically

The asylum sat at the edge of the city on a bluff overlooking the Tyrrhenian Sea, its facade elegant in the way old, quiet buildings tended to be when nobody wanted to draw attention to what actually happened inside them. Eve stood at the gate in plain civilian clothes, no mask, no tactical vest, Aria and Ryan holding the perimeter two blocks out per Alex's insistence that this meeting happen with as few visible weapons as possible. Her heart hammered a rhythm that had nothing to do with combat readiness and everything to do with the fact that she was, in a matter of minutes, going to look at a face she'd spent years being told belonged to a dead man.

Naomi hates this side of him but her love lets this pass on and she kissed him. At Naomi’s house, Ashley is resting on the chaise with a glass of wine like a typical rich middle-aged woman. She’s wearing a costly night robe and her black hair is sprawled all over her. Except for a few wrinkles, she still looks the same as her twenty years old self. She didn’t gain much weight and her skins glow in the yellow lights.

He knew she would never again be his sweet, innocent little princess, but instead would be his object of lust; his every sexual desire. Audrey woke and rinsed herself off in the shower as she did every morning. Today, she would wear her light gray yoga pants that were see-through when the light was right. She wore them without panties and rolled the waistband up several times, making sure the fabric pulled tight against her crotch. She looked down to make sure she had created a naughty and quite conspicuous camel toe. She had on another tank top, just like the one she wore yesterday, only yellow. She never wore bras around the house.

Everything was for her. And then there he was. Cassian stood shirtless, his body a map of power—defined chest, lean muscle, a line of ink that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. He held a leash in one hand. The other held a camera. “You’re late,” he said. She wasn’t, but she didn’t argue. She let the coat fall from her shoulders and stepped forward completely naked, the plug glinting under the light. Cassian’s lips twitched.

“Words of wisdom.” “Ashley’s right.” I hand her a blue thong. “The power is in the pussy, Kas.” “Oh, Lenora.” Justice groans with disappointment. “Will I ever be able to rid you of that awful crude streak?” “Probably not.” I shrug to myself and examine a pair of lacy silk bikini underwear. “Oh! Kas!” Ashley yelps. “Kas, are you okay?! Lenora!” I look up and see Ashley leaning down trying to comfort Kas. All the lingerie Kas was holding has fallen to the floor. She’s looking blankly in the distance with tears streaming down her face.