Emily Jane Nude Novels & Stories

Everything she had worked for would definitely go down the drain and people would start seeing her like a slut. “Why are you asking me that?” Barbara asked with a shaky voice. “Because I may have a picture of you and a man…naked and considering all what you’ve done to me, the very first thing I plan on doing is publishing it for the world to see”, Emily said with a sincere gaze, but Barbara was not ready to believe it. “How would Emily get a nude picture of her? She had only gone to see Brian yesterday. Wait! Brian… She suddenly stopped thinking as fresh beads of sweats poured out on her face. The document she had signed in the video Emily brought up was in the hotel where she had gone to me

His voice, cold as the heart of winter, cut through the charged air as he demanded, "Why are you in this place? I didn't call you." Emily's smile, as enigmatic as the secrets she held, graced her lips as she rose from the edge of the bathtub. Her movements, bathed in sensuality, were deliberate as she pulled down her dress, allowing it to cascade to the floor. The room bore witness to her naked beauty. Her nude figure stood before Francisco, her allure intensified by the dim, sensuous lighting of the bathroom. Her alluring bosom, adorned with taut buds that defied the constraints of modesty, caught the ambient light and shimmered with a beguiling glow.

I kept my eyes fixated on the screen of my phone till Emily walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing only her underwear, red lacy lingerie with a bow. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I wondered why she walked in on me like that. Was she trying to tempt me? I tried to look away but I couldn't. I stared at her longer till she wore a polo T-shirt over her head and grabbed it from the wall-mounted rack. She slid one leg into the joggers and then into the other. I watched her butt jiggle as she jumped and I swallowed hard. I turned my face away, it didn't feel right.

After what feels like an eternity, Emily comes out wearing a pretty baby blue one piece with glitter all over it. “How do I look Uncle Mark?” she looks up at me with those little expectant eyes. I know exactly what she wants to hear and I am not gonna disappoint her “you look exactly like princess Elsa from Frozen, very pretty little Em” Emily looks at me bewildered “she’s not a princess, she’s a queen” I hit my head in mock disgust “how silly of me, of course she’s a queen” Em smiles at me and I am momentarily taken aback to the way Lizzy smiles at me.

I knocked lightly before stepping in. “Chris?” I called out. No answer. I heard music from upstairs – something soft, probably Taylor Swift. Then footsteps padded down the wooden stairs. When I turned, my breath caught. It was Emily. She wore nothing but tiny black shorts and a thin white tank top with no bra underneath. Her nipples were hard, visible through the fabric, and her long legs seemed to stretch on forever. “Oh,” she said, startled, her cheeks pinkening. “You’re here early.” I swallowed hard. “Yeah. Traffic was good today.”

Ember just shook her head and went upstairs to where her bedroom was located. She needs to prepare for that dinner right now. She took all her clothes as she stood in front of the life-size mirror, she was naked as the day she was born. Ember looked at her naked body. Not many know but she has a body of a goddess. Wearing a combat uniform too often has her curves covered and not many men noticed it. Her skin was creamy-white, which compliments the color of her hair. She bit her lower lip when she gazed went to her twin peaks, they were perky and rounded. She doesn’t have the biggest breast in the realm but she is sure that hers was enough to seduce a man.

In fact, she was being quite sensible. Then, Emily stripped herself completely naked, quietly waiting for the final moment to arrive.

Emmeline was dressed up to the nines, in her form-fitting turtleneck with her hair softly curled and makeup tastefully done, highlighting the dewy softness of her skin as well as the beautiful blue of her eyes. However, Matteo didn’t spare her a second glance to appreciate her looks. He merely crossed his arms and glared at her impassively. Emmeline’s face turned red when she realized that Matteo was completely naked. Her eyes went lower, and lower, to his exposed manhood which the door barely covered.

I was Surprisingly serious. “Stay with me tonight” ********* I watched Emily sleep naked after last night, her blonde hair was a fiery contrast to the dark of the room and her chest rose and fell quickly as she slept and her hands were wrapped around her stomach. She looked like a goddess, and even in slumber, I could see the soft curves of her body that had haunted my dreams for months. She was perfect. So beautiful in fact that it almost hurt. It was like looking at a painting or one of those famous sculptures, and seeing how real they were.

My phone buzzed and Alisha's hands which were now on my bare chest with my shirt opened wide stopped. I picked it up to see a picture message from Emily. All she wore was a small bra that exposed most of her boobs and hid her nipples. She seemed to be wearing something small beneath but a piece of clothing that looked like my shirt was sitting on her lap and she was sitting on our king-sized bed. Her hands were in her hair, holding them up while the curls fell down her face. I couldn’t tell if it had been her intent or not, but she was as sexy as fuck.