Carly Simon Nude Novels & Stories

Ciara's POV Cain: Take off your panties. Heat warms my face. I hesitate only a second before I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my silk sleep shorts and slide my panties down my legs, kicking them off. The cool air kisses my bare pussy, and I’m already shamefully wet. Me: Done. Cain: Good. I want to see a picture. I should stop right now! this is so absurd and fucking wrong. I glance at Simon who's still sleeping. And without thinking, I open my camera app and click snap. The light comes up together with a loud shooting sound.

She murmured while loudly breathing. I continued dipping it in and out while she turned a deaf ear. I eventually slipped it on her pussy and gave her a rough movement, which caused her to cry out and suddenly lose consciousness. I didn't stop fucking her until I let go of her body. The redhead wasn't breathing, so the brunette. Their body started to get cold. "Simon!" I called, and as soon as he answered, he stumbled upon the women on the ground who were completely naked. "Remove them," I said and he nodded.

The girl's naked body looks very seductive. .

"So she's bitter and has a camera. Fun." I sit down next to her, suddenly exhausted. "Aren't you worried? She has your face on that photo.." Simone turns her head and looks at me with those half-lidded eyes. "Damien, honey. I'm a stripper." "I know." "My dignity left my body the first time a bachelor party paid me to snort a line off a glass table and they fucked me afterwards." "That's not—" "My nudes are already on three different subreddits… my ex posted them years ago." She shrugs. "Some reporter with a grudge? That's Tuesday."

Simone spoke softly: “This is about reclaiming your body. You’re in control. Always. Say red, we stop. Say yellow, we slow. Say green, we continue.” I nodded, throat tight. We started with clothed touch. Simone’s hands on my shoulders—gentle, grounding. Riley’s fingers tracing my arms—light, reassuring. I closed my eyes and breathed. No agenda. No performance. Just sensation. After twenty minutes, clothes came off slowly. My sweater. My jeans. Bra. Panties. I felt exposed, but not judged. They mirrored me—naked, calm, waiting. Simone guided me to lie back on the soft rug. “Tell us what feels good.”

Emma heard a snort coming from Luke and she gave him a look. “If I’m delusional, at least I’m not alone,” she told Simon, giving him a look and, to her satisfaction, she could see him turn pink. They went for a swim and disrobed. They spent a long time in the water, only coming up when Anna brought in a tray of exotic fruits and cheeses and glasses with sparkling cider. Emma didn’t miss the way Luke looked at Simon’s body, that was on almost full display in a pair of sky-blue swim shorts. Simon looked good. Even Emma could see that. He had angel like features and a toned body that looked like it was carved in marble. Luke was getting all the motivation he would need to make the move on Simon

"This is the simulation?" "Yes! This is the power of our new technology Caroline." She looked around. She could see the fine spray of water as it rebounded off her body. Her face felt smooth and warm as she rubbed her cheeks. "Oh my god...." "Hello Caroline." She turned to see Helen standing behind her suddenly. Helen was also naked, water dripping off her body as the shower filled the air. "Let's see how real it feels." Helen wrapped her arms around Caroline and pressed her lips against Caroline's.

"The fuck Simone?" She blinked, staring at my incident casually. "What?" "You just said you want to dress like a slut." Eva answered as she and Ira took selfies. Simone scowled. "I did not and can you two stop that? You must be having over 200 pics by now." Ira shrugged, deleting the newly taken pic. "Only 5 would be good enough to upload and keep as profile pictures." Simone rolled her eyes. "Just suggest something to wear for today's party."

That’s it… let go… feel every shiver… I let out a small moan, timid at first, then louder, each breath betraying my surrender. Lucas smiles, a mix of amusement, cynicism, and pride, pulling me even closer against him, tightening our embrace. — Again… he whispers, encouraging every reaction. Every breath, every moan… I want to hear it all. TANIA (thought) I’ve never been like this… no one has ever awakened these sensations in me… and yet I feel safe, even lost in this intensity.