Bonnie Franklin Nude Novels & Stories

She hit the mattress, rolled, looked over her shoulder at him through a waterfall of blonde hair. Mark was tearing his clothes off at warp-speed, and Francine spun on the bed to watch, practically unblinking. No way she was missing even one second of this. As soon as he was naked, she just got to staring – unashamed, unabashed, unapologetic staring – her eyes eating him alive.

But I could not. Bonnie was everywhere. In my head...In my blood...In the space between my heartbeats. Clarissa pulled back and looked at me. Her eyes were searching mine furiously. Heavens forbid I let anything slip. "You are not here," she said. "I am here." "No. You are somewhere else. You are always somewhere else lately." I did not answer because I didn't even trust myself with any word that might come out of my mouth. She stood up and untied her robe. I watched as It fell to the floor, she was naked underneath. Her body was extremely beautiful. Full breasts...curved hips... soft skin. She was everything a man could want.

Bonnie and a strange man were locked in each other's arms, doing unspeakable things. "It's Bonnie! That's Bonnie!" a reporter shouted, recognizing her instantly. Click! Click! Flash after flash lit up the room. There was no way the reporters would miss such explosive news. The woman wasn't me, but Bonnie was a rising star— and Bruce's girlfriend, the CEO of Lady Fashion. Bonnie snapped back to her senses at the sound. She looked down to see herself completely exposed, and the reporters swarming to capture every angle. Snatching up her clothes to cover her body, Bonnie broke down. "Stop! Don't take pictures!"

"I need you so bad. Let's switch to video call, Ash. I wanna show you how wet your wife is." When we switched, Bonnie was already naked, her white shirt hung off her shoulders. Her legs were spread as far as it would go, tits out, two slim fingers plunged deep in her wet cunt. She pistoned her fingers in and out of her silky pussy, obscene squelching sounds filled my study. "Eyes on me baby. I missed your fat cock stretching me out." Bonnie whined, fingering herself. I angled the camera away from my face, letting it settle on my chest down to my thighs.

It's not even close to the same but we have to wait for the house to sell and get jobs that work for what we want to do. I hear the door lock click and my sister walks in. "Wow, not even a hello?" I'm naked and hard on the bed, stripped of all but the bottom sheet. "Get naked sis and ride my cock." Bonnie slipping the shoulder straps off her dress, letting it fall off her naked body. "I've been drenched since I got on the plane. I need you in me." As she moves towards the bed, I enjoy watching her breasts move, the nipples long and hard. Her pussy, trimmed, shiny with her need. She stops and turns slowly, smiling.

Franklin wasn’t about to take that from his son. When he returned moments later in his swim pants, Cassie forgot how to breathe. She cleared her throat quickly, heart stuttering. “I think, you should be the one on Vogue,” she said, forcing a laugh to hide her blush. Franklin was sculpted by discipline, broad shoulders, lean muscle, strength worn without arrogance. The kind of body that spoke of control, restraint, and power. Combined with his sharp features, it was almost unfair. Cassie deliberately kept her eyes above his stomach.

“Now show me how much you want us to make you feel good.” Nodding, Tabitha begins to move, pinning Bonnie to the ground so that she can press her lips against hers. Fuck, it’s a beautiful sight watching the two women make out while their hands pull at each other’s clothes, but I didn’t intend to just watch. Bending down, I grab the stake that Tabitha had prepared to use on us and then stand again. Twirling it in my hand, I watch until she and Bonnie are both completely naked.

“Bring it in.I’m going to the clinic tomorrow to take you all out.” The voices laughed—soft, excited, a little wicked. Good girl. Bonnie closed the laptop. Stood up. Dropped the towel on the floor. Walked to the bedroom naked, glow trailing between her thighs like a secret only she could see. And deep inside, that spark settled deeper, humming happily, already planning round two.

When he lifted his head, Bonnie had her eyes squeezed shut, her bottom lip caught in her teeth and her body held tight. "You like that, honey?" Without opening her eyes, she bobbed her head. Bonnie smiled, then looked at her body. Her upper torso was so slim, her rib cage narrow and her breasts pert. He skimmed his palm down her side, then inward to the clasp of her slacks. "I want you naked. I want to see all of you." Her eyes flew open. "Once you're naked, I can get naked and think how good that's going to feel."

“This is everything you’ve worked for. Don’t throw it away by being careless.” “I’m not careless.” “Yes, you are.” He leans back against the counter, wine glass in one hand, iPad in the other. “Like tonight. That was reckless. If anyone had walked in” “They didn’t.” “That’s not the point—” “Adrian.” My voice cuts him off. “What?” His eyes snap up, annoyed. I’m naked. Dress gone. Bra, panties, all of it tossed onto the marble floor. I stand in front of him, bare, unashamed, leaning against the edge of the sofa.