Diane Sawyer Nude Novels & Stories

pointed out Dianne. "What do you mean by what I'm doing here? Of course I'm here, in my room," wondered Nicolas lowering the arms that had been crossed in front of his chest spontaneously. He then walked over to Dianne's knitting. "Stop!" Dianne thrust her hands forward to prevent him from stepping closer. With one hand peeking between her fingers, she got to see the beads of water on his six-pack chest and abs! How sexy!

Tony's steps slowed, his eyes darted to the nightstand beside the bed. There it was, bold and unhidden - a purple vibrator. It sat shamelessly on the polished wood surface, beside a bottle of lotion and a folded scarf. He reached for it slowly, lifting it between two fingers like it was something fragile. His face twisted into confusion, then disbelief. He turned around to face her. Diane stood stiffly at the door, scratching her scalp nervously. Her throat felt dry, her hands clammy. A knot had already formed in her stomach, literally.

When Rebecca leaves the shower and enters the room. Dian is sitting on the bed in nothing but one of Rebecca's panty. "I am all dressed for bed, if you don't mind I borrowed one of your panty" Says Dian with breasts exposed for Rebecca's eyes to gaze on their beauty. "No take it off I do not want you in my underwear “says Rebecca with a calm tone.

--- But later that night, the real fallout came. A knock at the door. Danielle opened it. Her face pale. “You need to see this,” she said. On the tablet she held was a video—grainy, but unmistakable. Diane. Sitting with a man in a hotel lounge. Robert. And the audio? Crystal clear. “She thinks she’s untouchable now,” Diane sneered. “Pregnant or not, that girl’s going to crumble. We’ll make sure of it.” Robert laughed. “You know, for someone so smart, she still trusts too easily.”

* * Diane sat up, naked under the sheets with Nathan sleeping, snoring softly beside her. She had just f*ucked her husband's best friend. She looked at the divorce papers which were sitting on the table and moved over to it, grabbing it to look at Michael's signature neatly above his name while hers stayed empty, waiting for her. Maybe if she convinced Michael the baby was his, maybe he would want her back. Maybe she just had to show him the proof and that would do it. She remembered the charity event that was taking place that night and decided she just needed to meet Michael, at least one last time.

Usually Nora let her sniping slide, it was harmless, and ignoring it only ever seemed to frustrate Diane further, like punching a pillow that refused to punch back. Today, though, Diane looked entirely too pleased with herself. “Unauthorized personnel aren’t allowed on this floor. Ms. Sinclair’s been dumped by Mr. Whitfield, what exactly gives her the nerve to still show up here?” “Isn’t this Godbreaker’s floor? Sounds like you’re the unauthorized one, Diane. Loitering around here, should I be worried you’re fishing for something to leak?” At the word leak, Diane went pale. She had, after all, known about and helped with, Richard’s leak months ago. Not that she’d ever admit it.

Decency didn't seem to be apart of Sawyer's vocabulary however, and something told me it had little to do with the amount she had to drink back at the night club we met at. It was hard to banish the inciting mental image of her nude, wet body emerging from the luxurious bathroom twenty minutes ago, effectively pulling me away from the stack of music sheets I'd been reviewing while awaiting my guest's return. She wore this confident smirk, nonchalantly asking to borrow some dry clothing. Sawyer's pale skin must be as baby soft as it looked...blush tinted nipples were standing at attention, nether regions shaved and glistening with, what I assumed, wasn't just water...

I WANT YOU DIANE MAX (FL) — 21YRS NICHOLAS JAX (ML) — 26YRS NICHOLAS The sound of my own grunts filled the empty room, raw and unfiltered. My body was tense, my hand moving faster over my shaft, chasing that sweet edge. I could see her in my head—Diane—like she was standing right in front of me. Naked. Teasing. Her perfect ass swallowed the thin strip of her panties, her breasts straining against a bra that looked seconds away from surrender.

What I saw ripped the air from my lungs. Darian knelt there, his broad frame unmistakable, his head pressed in a way I’d seen before—in my office, with me. But this time, it wasn’t me. A woman I didn’t recognize, fully naked, sat at the study table before him, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders as she leaned back; she was perfectly built. Her hands were on him in a way that made my skin crawl. He groaned softly, his fingers tightening on her butt, grabbing her. The sight was a knife piercing my chest, slicing through the fantasy I’d built around us.

Larry rushed to the boardwalk in a fit of anger and pinned Diane's entire body underneath. His hand inadvertently touched her chest, which was soft and tender. There was an unwritten rule inside the women's prison that no woman could wear things like pantyhose and hoods, only the prison uniform was allowed. "What? What an aggressive move, you want to fvck me?" Diane pursed the corners of her mouth, smiling smugly, her body trembling: "If you dare, come on, fvck me." Saying that Diane ripped open her clothes, showing that snow-white body in front of Larry.