Books With Nudity Novels & Stories

I choked out, bending forward and raising my knees as I fought the urge to spill. “Anything?” I nodded frantically, only to realize he couldn't see me, “yes yes, fuck!” I screamed, slipping off the seat as hard grunts came from the screen. “You can” With that, the lights came on but this time, it wasn't from inside the box but from outside the box revealing over two hundred nude men of different body sizes, cock sizes, heights width watching me. I gasped but the body on the screen was thrashing from choking on a cock and some men were slamming into each other outside the box.

Have a prince compliment my tits—check. “Um, thanks? Again?” I tucked a stray tendril of hair behind my ear. “It’s not that I’m embarrassed by nudity in general. I just don’t feel the need to show everybody the goods, you know? And yeah, maybe it is some American prudishness in there, too. It’s just not something that’s common.” I wrinkled my nose in memory. “Well, except for the nude bicyclist that rides around in Seattle. Which just sounds like a great way to get your balls smashed against the seat, yikes.”

He caught me looking through an illustrated book of sex positions, which embarrassed me horribly. I didn't hear him come up behind me, too engrossed in the erotic pictures. "What have we here?" I slammed the book shut and jerked around. He was naked, and my mouth was even with the long length of his cock. I gulped and said, "Nothing." He turned me so I faced the book again, moved closer so his erection pressed against my back, and read the title aloud. "'100 Kama Sutra Sex Positions.'" I squirmed. His arms reached over me and he opened the book to a random page in the middle. The couple sat on a chair, the woman facing away, her legs spread, hands on his knees, and him holding her breasts. I

“Out loud. Starting from the section you stole.” Lila’s hands trembled as she took the pages. Her voice was barely above a whisper at first, but Kane’s sharp look made her speak louder. The words were explicit—far more explicit than anything she had submitted for class. In her panic and exhaustion, she had accidentally included passages from a secret erotic story she had been writing for herself… about him. “‘Professor Kane’s strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide across his desk as he looked at my dripping pussy with hungry eyes…’” Her voice cracked.

The thought made her even hornier, but she kept her hands on her notebook and stayed still. The frustration built. Her pussy clenched around nothing, begging for something inside it. She could feel her juices leaking out, making the inside of her thighs slippery. Professor Kane walked across the front of the room, gesturing at the whiteboard. Sara stared at the bulge in his pants, remembering exactly how his cock had felt in her mouth, thick, hot, and pulsing.

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Readers should be aware of explicit sexual content, themes of power imbalance, graphic depictions of BDSM, intense physical and psychological humiliation, non-consensual undertones in a fantasy context, extreme kink practices including fisting, cock torture, edging, sounding, electro-stimulation, watersports, and double penetration, strong language, potential triggers related to authority figures, public exposure scenarios, and emotional distress, as well as the presence of dark, taboo elements that may not suit all audiences. Part 1

I bent forward, near her right ear. Me: "I want you nude, mom...I want you NUDE!!" [Without giving her a chance to respond, my two pipeyard strong arms took hold of the peignoir and ripped it to shreds. Even after it came off, I made sure she saw me tear it to ribbons, as it symbolized her chastity and modesty before me all of those wasted years. Now, here, she was rejected by her ex-husband, horny, lonely, desperate, and NUDE! My cock had seen enough of her to reach its ten inch zenith.

“If you’re going to watch… you might as well join the fun.” Ria’s smirk deepened, and without hesitation, she peeled off her tank top, revealing her perky breasts with hard pink nipples, then she removed her shorts and panties. She stepped into the large walk-in shower, water immediately soaking her smooth skin as she pressed up behind me. “Finally,” she whispered hotly against my ear, her hands sliding around to cup my breasts, her thumbs touching my sensitive nipples. “I knew you’d look so fucking good taking Daddy’s cock.”

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.