Elizabeth Cullen Nude Novels & Stories

His shoulders sag. The breath subsides. In the silence, birds sing outside, unaware of a world's collapse. The newspaper remains open on the table. I read, one last time, the sentence that closes Cassandra's notebook: "If I die, let my name serve as a key. Let the truth open, and let them finally look at themselves in the mirror." I feel a warmth rise in my throat. Cassandra did not survive, but she won. She brought down the mask. And the world finally looks at her.

Her mother looked confused, "Penelope, what book are you talking about?" Penelope looked a little too excited, "It's filled with the most insane, steamy scenes I've ever read. She wrote about the guy she had a crush on and it went viral across a lot of campus forums. She wrote it, I swear, look..." Penelope held up her phone and Elias saw the humiliating cover page on the screen. Elias's heart thundered. She felt so ashamed and her palms began to sweat. Still, she held on to her professionalism and gave the girl a warm smile, "I'm afraid you must be mistaken, miss. May I recommend the house special Tonight?" Her tone was polite, but her toes were squeezed inside her shoes.

Then I stood up and walked back to the room. I stopped in the doorway and my eyes widened. The scene before me was something out of a fever dream. The six men had stripped Elizabeth and Riley completely naked, their clothes torn and scattered across the floor like confetti. The women were on their hands and knees, their bodies glistening with sweat, their mouths open, their eyes rolled back in their heads. The men had surrounded them, taking them from every angle, their cocks sliding in and out of every available orifice.

Then I turned around, bent over, and lifted the back of my skirt, fully exposing my round ass and glistening wet pussy to all of them. My smooth pink lips were visibly wet and shiny. A thin string of my juices slowly dripped down my inner thigh. I stayed bent like that, ass up and pussy on full display while they stared. One of the men held up his phone. "Can we take some pictures, Marcus?" Marcus looked at me. "Elena, would you like to pose for some nice semi-nude photos for us?" I hesitated for half a second, but his calm gaze melted me. "Yes, Sir..." I whispered.

“Yes, I took naked pictures of myself but I didn’t send them to him.” Her hands form a crisscross on her chest, she draws a ragged breath. Resting my hands on each side of her head, I ask, “You sent it to another guy?” She shakes her head, the tightness in my chest eases but I am unsatisfied. El used to be shy about her body, taking nudes isn’t her style. “Who did you send it to?”

“One gone, remaining one, and then this house will be finally free of unwanted people, “ Elizabeth said and Arianna rolled her eyes at her. “You still haven’t changed. A devil will always be a devil. I know this is always what you’ve wanted for Hannah to leave the house but sorry to shock you, Mrs Colby, she’s gonna be back. She and Brandon are going to be good again and be happy with each other. And when that happens then I’m going to have your time. And I’m going to start by telling Brandon that you had a hand in her missing daughter, Melissa. Damn! He’s going to kill you when he finds out ” she said and Elizabeth opened her eyes wide in shock. “How did you know…..” she paused and Arianna

One push and Riley was seated on the edge, legs parted just enough for Elena to step between them. Elena unbuttoned Riley’s jeans, tugged the zipper down slowly, deliberately. Riley lifted her hips without being told. Elena peeled denim and plain cotton underwear down together, past knees, off ankles. Riley naked now except for socks. Vulnerable. Exposed. Wetness already visible on her inner thighs.

she moaned when his lips found its way to her neck. Elizabeth's eyes closed when Aleksander slowly stripped her gown, revealing the fairness of her femininity . She had never done this before but based on her mentors' stories about love and romance, she already had a few ideas on how to arouse a man. Brave as she could ever be, Elizabeth pushed Aleksander away from her. And let her gown slip on her legs, leaving her bare womanhood to the General's eyes.

When they broke apart, both breathing hard, Kahn rested her forehead against Elizabeth’s. “You’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen,” she said, voice rough. “I’ve wanted this for years.” Elizabeth’s hands moved to the hem of Kahn’s shirt. “I want to see you naked too.” They undressed each other with agonizing slowness, seductive, deliberate. Kahn peeled Elizabeth’s silk camisole over her head, eyes darkening at the sight of full breasts spilling from black lace. She traced the curve with reverent fingers, then unhooked the bra, letting it fall.

she calls out in a not so innocent way, holding eye contact for a moment. I gnash my teeth, struggling to control my raging desire. “Yes?” Then she turns her back for my viewing. Fucking Christ! Impulsively, I buck my hips in the air, muttering a curse in Italian under my breath as my eyes rake over her hastily and hungrily at the same time—studying her beautiful body inch by inch. Elizabeth is nothing like the nun we've been told about. Nuns don't look like this. They just don't. I'm sure the entire convent knows about this and that's why they lock her up behind those chapel walls and in that habit they make her wear. One that doesn't hide the luscious body she has underneath.