Bruce Greenwood Nude Novels & Stories

The possibly can't be' 'I'm sorry for your loss ma' A nurse said as she tried to console her and also stretched out her hands to hug her. 'Madam? madam?' Catherine had already lost consciousness and was oblivious to what was going on. The shock had affected her mentally. The nurse noticed this and called on the doctor immediately. She was moved away from the room to another one where she was given the required treatment to revive her consciousness. The next morning, the whole citizens of Greenwood were already aware of what happened. Every TV station broadcasted the incident, and everyone in the neighborhood felt sorry for the couple but they were also scared that the animal might still be o

Shyness overtook her limbs as Bree remembered the acts she allowed Grayson to perform on her body in the forest. After recalling the different ways he pleasured every part of her anatomy, it gave her the courage to push his door slightly ajar. She had every right to be in his bedroom, but she did not know she would witness the most horrible image Bree had ever seen in her entire life. Marina, naked as the day she was born, body stretched, feet on tiptoes, and her hands reaching up toward Grayson’s neck. The position was so intimate nobody could deny they were getting busy. Grayson was naked. His left hand held Marina’s hands on his neck, while his right caressed her breast.

“This is just for the commission. No one else will ever see these sketches. It’s you and me. Always.” I bite my lip, cheeks already flaming. I’m twenty-one. I’ve posed for him clothed a hundred times before—summer dresses, cozy sweaters, even swimsuits by the pool. But this… this is different. He needs a nude muse for this big gallery piece, something raw and intimate. And I said yes. Because it’s him. Because some secret, shameful part of me has been aching to be seen by him like this.

Absolutely priceless. This man. This ridiculous, stubborn, maddeningly complex man. A man who used to work as an escort. A man who once slept with a complete stranger in a hotel room ten years ago without blinking. A man who had no issue turning himself into a living fantasy for someone else’s pleasure back then. And now? Now, he can’t even consider the idea of sketching her in the nude, like Jack did with Rose in Titanic? It was hilarious. Absurd, really.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

I learned early on to be like a sponge whenever either of them said something to me. We arrived at the pond and sure enough, Brad was up on the back of his truck with Kendra and Alex, but all three of them were completely naked. Actually, Bart's whole family was nude and helping. The rocks were being thrown off the back of the truck in a pile while the bricks were handed down carefully and stacked on the ground.

To make sure Bryce’s attention was taken away from my bruises, I needed to do something or at least say something but nothing was coming to my head, not until I looked down at my body and a thought came to me, making me smile. I snapped a picture of myself from the waist down, naked, just my groin showing, with a bit of my pubes and a glimpse of my penis peeking out.

It wasn’t Nathan. Bruno was sitting there, shirtless, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth parted in silent pleasure. His right hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. Even in the dim blue light of the television, I could see the thick, glistening head and the precum shining at its tip. He was bigger, much bigger than Nathan. I froze. I had never seen anything like it before. The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away.

My attempt at seduction, however, seemed to embarrass him. "He doesn’t know how to communicate effectively," I pressed on, playing a risky game to unravel the enigma that was Bruce. "Unlike you, and I think there's something deeper within you, something you've kept hidden." Bruce's cheeks flushed. "Stop it," he demanded, and when I refused to look away, he lowered the camera. The red light on the camera blinked, signaling the end of our live broadcast. Bruce switched it off hastily, as if seeking to shield himself from the raw vulnerability that had been exposed.