Blair Winters Nude Novels & Stories

She wasn't wearing panties. These… these sluts! This whole… this “counseling” had… this had all just been some kind of foreplay for them? Have an ugly, public breakup, drag all their friends into trying to help them, and then angry makeup sex? But as he looked at her exposed ass, there was also the undeniable truth that he now realized was painted on her thighs and his right hand: Blair was extremely wet. He glowered at Yara, realizing the way her thighs were pressed tightly together could only mean one thing. The usually self-assured girl shrank before him as he pushed Blair off of his lap and snarled, “Your turn.”

Everything I would never be for myself. Blair was physically perfect in every way I could see when she turned around the glass. Donned in a pale pink classic Chanel suit and skirt, she ran her nude acrylic tipped nails through her hair to fix them. Her eyes brightened when she saw me. I straightened up to greet her. “Lilith, you made it, right on time!” “You sure?” I chuckled unsurely, “Seemed like you were, uh…a little preoccupied?” “Oh, it was nothing.” She shook her head and led me by the arm around the frosted glass. I almost froze in place seeing the one and only Cristo leaning against her desk.

Closing my eyes, I breathed in and out rhythmically, trying my best to stay sane despite wanting to explode. “Fuck,” I cursed under my breath after another wave of pain hit me. I looked around, and when I found Blair, I walked toward her with so much difficulty. Then I tapped her shoulder softly. “What?” she barked like a wounded dog. “I need to go to the bathroom. Can you manage alone?” “Go, Winter. Your face made me sick.” ‘I want to tear her body into pieces,’ Snow snarled. ‘Maybe in the future,’ I replied.

Blair's POV I don't know what got into me. I stripped off my shirt and my sweatpants. Fumbling with the neck of my shirt, I exposed my breasts. His eyes widened. I have a slim stature, but I'm quite heavy. It is surprising for many when they find unexpected curves under my dress. My nipples tightened to the attention in the chill air of the room. My panties followed. I could sense his breathing getting heavier. I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.

(he touches her nose) Aunt Natalie: Now I'm definitely sure this is the Blair you've been talking about Austin: Blair, meet my aunt, Natalie, Aunt meet my wife, Blair Blair: Hello Aunt Natalie: (shakes her hand) I've heard so much about you from Austin Blair: I'm sure you have (smiles) Aunt Natalie: You're even more beautiful then I imagined, and you have a nice smile and a nice voice Blair: Thanks Austin: You should hear her sing Aunt Natalie: I will one day Austin: So Blair, Why're you here? Blair: I came to prove your innocence, Watch this... (She shows him the footage and video clips

I felt Blake reach down and grab the hem of my shirt before lifting it over my head, leaving me topless and open to Blake's eyes as he stared down at my breasts with lustful eyes. "Look at these tits," Blair rasped out behind me, sliding his hands up over my rib cage until he cupped my breasts. "These barbells..." he flicked his thumbs over each, making me inhale a sharp breath, "taste so fucking good. Put them in your mouth, Blake." I shuddered in his arms, feeling so completely aroused. The way Blair held me and dictated to Blake what to do was so hot. Was this a dream? Because if it was, I never wanted to wake up from it.

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

In some she was looking at the camera, laughing at whoever was holding it. In others she didn't know she was being photographed at all, reading, or looking out a window, or talking to someone just out of frame. There was one of her very pregnant, standing in a kitchen I didn't recognise, one hand on her belly and the other wrapped around a mug, looking down at herself with this expression that was so private and so soft that I felt immediately like I shouldn't be seeing it. There was one of her holding Lily, Lily was still a newborn, tiny, red-faced, wrapped in white and the woman was looking down at her with an expression I can only describe as completely gone.

Blaze glanced at them, then shook her head, baffled. “Yeah, I’ve seen ‘your stuff’ and I like every single piece I see. So, what does this have to do with my request of helping you?” “My figures… They are all nudes, Blaze.” She blinked, then looked at the figures again. “Oh…” she murmured. Right... They were all naked forms. Huh… “Well,” Blaze added, “that’s no big deal, is it? I mean… It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before. God, I think you know me better than my doctor after we did that season of ‘Wild Swans’ together.”

Life was finally getting bright for her. Tabitha enters Blair's chambers without a sound, her eyes widening in surprise as she finds him standing in the middle of the room, nude. She couldn't help but take in every inch of him, his chiseled abs and toned muscles, his perfect fair skin. She felt herself salivating as she saw him, mesmerized by his beauty.