Brooklyn Millard Nude Novels & Stories

He answered with a hint of amusement. Kara stared in wonder at the painting. It was her standing under the small waterfall, it showed no discerning features, but it was one again so well painted that it looked like a photograph. Her back was on full display, showing the ripples of her muscles, along with the slightly pointed ears he had added to the other. The swell of her hips was soon swallowed into the water and she was once again amazed at his talent. “This is called ‘Water Nymph’.” He answered her silent appraisal. “And it is one of the last ones I need to wrap up before we leave, because I wanted to warn you that it would be in the exhibition and what you could expect.”

She opened her mouth to complain, but froze when her gaze landed on the images. It was Milana, riding a man in a cheap brothel room. She blinked, her mind racing for an excuse—she could say she was framed, that it was someone else. But as her eyes frantically flickered from photo to photo, the truth was undeniable. It was all her. Naked. Exposed. In various positions with different men—sometimes multiple men at once. And it was always that same cheap brothel room. Milana froze, her blood turning to ice. She was finished.

I whine while I helplessly pull on his arm. "You go set up, I'll be there in a minute." He waves me off with his face smashed in the pillow. I let go of his arm with a huff as it plops back onto the bed. I go to the living room and pull out the yoga mats and light some tea lights. I pull the curtains closed to dim the room. Just as I'm finishing up, Bronx comes out of the bedroom wearing gym shorts, but no shirt. "Uh, Baby, are you gonna meditate like that? Because I don't know how you expect me to be able to concentrate if you're naked." He looks me up and down. He has a smirk on his face with his eyebrows raised.

NIKOLAI This girl did not dress modestly for bed. She was in a light pink, thin, loose tank top with a deep, plunging neckline. The soft brown nipple of one breast was openly exposed, and the other may as well have been too with how thin and sheer the material covering it was. My entire body locked up and heat punched through me. She was so beautiful I could barely breathe. I didn’t mean to look, but, for fuck’s sake!

After a moment she steps out and closes the door. After changing, I glance at the picture again. I don't know how he worked so fast, but Stone did it. Melanie sent him nudes, and she was dumb enough to capture her face in them. Has no one told her that's a huge no no? Even I know that, and I've never even sent one before. She's standing in front of a body length mirror, her camera pointed at her reflection. She's smiling, her make up perfect and her eyes flirty. She wears a neon pink thong and no bra. Her perky breasts are visible, no doubt she wanted the main focus there.

Millie replied with a laugh. "I think that I'll go for a swim first, sort of check things out," Krista said as the three young men led Millie away, James following. The three of them quickly stripped, then dove into the warm water, delighting in the sensations induced by swimming naked. "This place is incredible," Krista declared as they stood in waist-deep water looking at the beach. "Look at that!" she said, quickly and briefly pointing to where a very overweight woman, her skin pink from the sun, was astride one man while another fucked her in the ass and yet a third knelt in front of her so that she could suck his cock. Next to her an overweight man knelt, one black cock pounding his ass

She felt so cold out of nowhere and she didn't know what to do. "Grace Monet is sold for 15,000 dollars to Mr. Stone." The announcer announced and Chloe closed her eyes. She took a deep breath. She was next and after her was Samantha, at the end. "Next participant is Ms. Chloe Jones, twenty four years old business woman and a model. Everyone knows her, right?" The announcer joked but she was not in a situation to smirk at that right now. She was getting cold and nervous. It was harder than walking on the ramp for the first time.

A small speedier this time, she washed her paunch and legs. “The underwear go too,” he ordered. Bronaugh stilled. Looking up at his expression, she took a profound breath. Yeah, affirm. No enormous bargain. It’s not like no one has ever seen me exposed before. Without a word, she snared her thumbs beneath the sides and stripped them off, dropping them into the bucket with her bra. “Now touch yourself,” he commanded.

But as she took in his visuals, she could not help but be mesmerized by his sharp jawline, thick eyelashes, slim nose, also, his bare chest decorated with abs and muscles that defined the word perfection. Her cheeks flushed when she realised she was gawking like a hawk at a man's bare chest for the past fifteen minutes. No one taught him manners it seems Miliani muttered under her breath, trying to ease the rising guilt of her own actions, as he was sleeping with his upper body naked in someone else's presence. But it wasn't her fault, she had never seen any man's bare body before, especially not one as perfectly sculpted as his.

We manage to get him to the bathroom of the nearest room we can find. "Get... get out of here!" he says while I try to remove his clothes. "Only my LINA can see me naked!" He pushes me, and I stumble backward, colliding with Milly, and as a consequence, we both fall to the ground. Argh! How infuriating! Look at what this idiot made me do! Hold on! It's true! He's absolutely right! "Milly, my beautiful, wonderful kitty and everything that is most beautiful in the world, please let me take care of him from here," I say. I have to agree with Nicollas; I don't want Milly to see any other naked men besides me, of course!