Colette Cherry Nude Novels & Stories

“Berry, nude or matte blue?” Audrey squinted closer to her computer screen where Jessica was holding three nail polishes and Kathie was shifting in her enormous couch. “Nude.” Since two out of three has had hassles going to places, they resorted to video calls. “Yeah, nude.” Kathie nods, pausing to fluff a throw pillow. “Boring. I think I’ll choose matte blue.” She glances briefly at them, then snort laughed.

“Is there any scented oil you’d actually prefer we use?” Simone wasn’t foolish enough not to link the dots, and blushed a furious crimson, and it took her a moment before she managed to utter, “I would say faint orange blossom would be great.” “Of course,” the woman was soon handing her the scented oil. It smelled divine, and Simone nodded at once. Colette let out a pained “Ouch” after a beat. Simone couldn’t help but ask, “Knots?” “I think it’s my period,” Colette let out in a frustrated tone of voice. “I wasn’t expecting it today though… F this sh*it!”

Cherry sat down besides her Madeleine, while Madeleine took a seat beside Adeline. "You girls did great!" Adeline said to both of them. "Yeah, I know. Cherry can't stop boasting about it." Madeleine said laughing as she gave Cherry a nudge at her shoulder playfully. "I told you I could do it!" Cherry argued. "Great." Adeline replied with a light smile. "Did you guys enjoy your performance?" "We sure did." Madeleine said nodding. "Yeah...it was great." Cherry added agreeing with Madeleine. A few moments later, the last auction began. The item was an art piece called 'Naked Truth.' It depicted a painting of a forest and a young woman made of flowers, stretching forth her hand towards a man who

On Saturday night, Marina and I were ready to go to the school party, wearing our new dresses. Mine was nude , with small sparkles of sequins, cut shoulder crossed, bodycon slit that started from the bust and emerged towards the side, almost meeting the slit of the tight skirt, which went up to the apex of the thigh. Since my belly still was not showing and my breasts were slightly bigger due to the pregnancy, it had made me as sexy as I have ever been.

Like the first time, Ally was propped on the chaise lounge. This time around, she wore tight dress the color of ripe cherries and fresh blood and held no open book in her hands. Her black hair was pulled into a high pony, and her cerulean eyes were piercing with the dark eye makeup.

My hair is a wavy mess from stress-scrunching and I’m fairly sure Roxie is sick of me asking her to test me on possible questions. “You need to eat something, you look poorly,” Cherry said sympathetically, beckoning me to join them on the bench. She looked adorable in a floaty tea-dress, blonde curls, and her signature red lipstick. I couldn’t help noticing the red stain on Matt’s lips and side of his neck.

"Ahh, Ms. Davis! How wonderful it is for you to grace us with your presence. Please, take a seat." Cherry made her way to the back of the room. Her blonde hair was curled and pulled to one side allowing her hazelnut color eyes to shine. Like her personality, Cherry's outfit was an attention stealer as well. She wore a teasing school girl outfit, black with trims of lime green and white with a matching plaid mini skirt. Her shirt was missing the first two buttons at the top allowing her cleavage to be seen from a distance. Her shoes were also black flats and complimented her nicely tanned legs. She was the perfect model for any p**n magazine. "What did I miss," Cherry asked sliding beside her

Amelia should’ve been at home hiding from the press and waiting for Matteo to return. Or at least, that was what her rational mind would’ve wanted her to do, and what she thought Matteo would’ve preferred. However, when Cherry dropped by and offered to bring her shopping, she quickly learned that Cherry was a very convincing person. "That won’t do," Cherry said, eyeing the lace in distaste. "We need something bolder, brighter― do you have this in red?"

Light touch of foundation with slight ting of blush with bright red lipstick, she looked like a goddess, maybe more beautiful then goddess Aphrodite. Celestine's eyes went down on her dress and a small gasp escaped from her mouth. It was a Victoria's secret backless body hugging black silk gown with a small slid on both sides of her legs, revealing a small portion of her pale, slender legs. Its sides were embroidered with gold thread. Her antique jewelry from Chanel's signature collection 'Lion' with Louis Vuitton's new addition gold clutch and black high heels, were priceless and screaming wealth. Her aura turned from wild to elegant and classy.

And those hands. I look down at my hands, short nails because I bite them when I'm anxious, cuticles I never bother with, knuckles dry from the weather and cheap soap. ‘Walk away from Albert Rossi before he destroys you.’ I curl my fingers in. "The body is strong," Colette announces. "We enhance. We do not reconstruct." She meets my eyes in the mirror. "You may dress." When I return, fabric swatches cover a long table. She holds shades against my skin and discards without softening her conclusions.