Carly Simon Nude Novels & Stories

She orgasmed again and again. When Simon got home, Lisa was wearing an oversized tee shirt. She quickly put the kids to bed and kissed them on their foreheads. She walked into the bedroom and immediately removed her tee shirt, revealing her nude body to her husband. Her pussy was freshly shaved. She ordered Simon, "Get naked now."

She bit her lip apologetically on being a moment spoiler for Simone, but to her utter disbelief Simone cocked her head to one side and raised her eyebrows at her naivety of even having this kind of silly thoughts about her safety. “Media can go to hell. That's all I know and for security do you doubt my skills to save myself, Shanzy?" Simone stated emerging out of the pool and standing right in front of Shanzy who immediately stood up from her place, terrorized for her life. Simone flipped her wet hair to her right side; her swimsuit revealing her perfectly shaped curvaceous figure whilst her flawless skin on display was certainly a sight to behold but that wasn't what Shanzy looking at.

She sighed; at least she got what she wanted, for him to walk away to change clothes. One of the things Max assureds her once during those long conversations on the bed, was the lack of cameras on that side of the building, functioning as an intimate area where people could be naked if they wanted, people she never saw, but Max only indicated the two of them could undress there if they wanted to; he did it constantly, didn't care because he knew very well that there were no cameras. For that reason, Carla used to always make sure she was not accompanied, to go with her bathing suit on, however, because of the recent circumstances, she went down without anything prepared and had to undress th

Aria nodded, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips "I have to get back to my work, and also our plan will work, Lady Imogen will seduce Lord Simon" She said and went back to Imogen's room. Carter exhaled deeply when she left. He is worried and hopes everything works out the way they want. Simon grunted and barged into the washroom in annoyance, but his eyes widened at the view in front of him. His mouth widened open, staring at her and Imogen was frozen on the spot when he entered. "My Lord," she said as her robe dropped off her body, exposing her nakedness. "What are you doing here?" She questioned and Simon couldn't find a word to say.

The woman’s breathy moans and the man’s muffled groans soon reached my ears. Peering through the window, I saw the two of them entangled in the passenger seat, completely naked, a scene so indecent. Carina’s gaze was dazed as she rocked up and down relentlessly. Though I had long known Simon did not love me, the sight of this scene, so eerily similar to my past life, still made my heart clench involuntarily. A moment later, Simon brushed aside Carina’s hair and kissed her deeply, his movements growing increasingly unrestrained. Carina’s breathy moans echoed through the entire garage. Before I could flee, my eyes met hers as she rode atop Simon.

Simon hissed when he saw her. “I know you want to take your cock out and play with yourself while you watch me. You’re free to do that, baby.” She smiled before sliding her panties off, leaving her completely nude. Then, she walked back to the bed and angled the camera in such a way that he got a full view of her vagina. She licked two fingers and stroked her clit before sliding the two fingers inside while her ex-husband watched. “Tell me there’s no other woman, Simon.” She moaned as she fingered herself.

At thirty-two, Simon had the air of someone who’d seen too much and learned to be immune to superficial charm. Then, one stream caught his eye. A new account. The video was suggestive—too much skin, not enough substance. Just as he was about to scroll past, a soft voice stopped him cold: “Welcome, new viewers. This is my first live stream…” The camera angle showed everything below the neck. Just a hint of lace, a dangerously low neckline, and a red beauty mark on the left side of her collarbone. Simon’s eyes narrowed. That voice. That mole. His breath caught.

When Simon came home for lunch one day and found me cooking naked, he didn’t know what to do. We’d been living together for three months, but for some reason, he’d never been home when I’d baked. Which shouldn’t have been a big deal at all, except for this fact: I always bake in the nude. It relaxes me. “What’s up, Dana?” He eyed my apron, the rounded tops of my breasts barely hidden, the curve of my waist accentuated by the tightly tied apron strings.

Their act of immorality was just to irritating and almost made him vomit his intestine. Simone removed the girl from his view with a toss and looked at the man who just coughed. “Ray? What brings you here?“ He got up naked from the bed with his dick erected. He had unshaved pubic hairs on his dick which made it appear like a bush. He made the ladies wait for him at the other side of the bed and subsequently, pressed their nipples. “I need your help with something but first, get dressed up. Your dick is irritating me!”

Communication would sort it out, and I didn't like it one bit. “Simone, we should talk.” I called out as I passed the bathroom doors; she had her side to me, she was fucking naked, I watched her raise her arms. Wearing a new top with nothing beneath, up a black Lace panty, with nothing before the string on her, stretching against it and snuggling close to a pillow. “You are wearing just that?” I asked, trying to control the lust in me this once. I was already turned on, even in this situation. Was that all I could think about?.