Erin Ashford Nude Novels & Stories

“You need nude photographs to get a part in a movie these days?” She cut her eyes toward me. “He wants them.” “I’m sure he does.” I inhaled deeply. “But, Ashleigh…if you walked into McDonald’s looking for a job and the manager asked if you had any nude photographs of yourself, you’d probably knock his block off and call the cops. So what makes this different?” Her voice was quiet, almost dreamy. “Brad Pitt.” “Brad Pitt wants nude photographs of you?” “I get to do the nude scenes with him.” Ashleigh finished the wine in a single gulp, crossed back to the love seat, and flopped her petite figure onto it.

Myan closed her eyes and sucked her breath in when he saw him move closer to her. He gripped her by the shoulders while she panted like she was about to participate in a marathon race that involved the most important people of all time. “What are you doing?” Ash lowered his voice, harshness dominant in the way he sounded. “I…” Even she had no answer to that. She felt like a fool, standing there naked and without any cause.

Untouchable. Not the tired housewife who’d scrubbed floors and cooked meals no one appreciated. Not the invisible woman who’d spent nine years with a man that didn’t love her. This was someone else. Someone Adrian wouldn’t recognize. Someone he’d regret losing. “Miss Ashford?” One of the stylists held up the Soft nude dress. “Are you ready?” Kira nodded. They helped her into it carefully, zipping it up the back. The fabric hugged her body perfectly. The slit fell just right. The back showed little skin that had been hidden for years.

I loved teasing him; he was always so protective and a little shy about my modeling. Me: You bet I am. Wanna see? Ashton: No! Fuck no! Keep your nude photos to yourself, Rosie. I don't want to see them while I'm sitting in this boring meeting. I laughed out loud. I knew he was lying. He secretly loved it when I sent him spicy things. I had caught him time and again touching himself to my nudes when he thought I wasn't coming over. So, I decided to push him a little bit—I wanted to see him squirm.

The smell of sex is all over both of them. Redgrave is dressed, and I use the word very loosely, in a short, blood-red satin nightgown, which is haphazardly tied around her waist. It doesn’t cover the outer swell of her breasts and it barely comes down to below her ass. Ash is bare-chested, wearing a pair of loose, black satin pants, slung low on his hips. I have to tear my gaze away from him and pretend he’s not in the room. If I can’t manage that, Redgrave will see everything I’m feeling and the plan will go to hell.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

“Let them eat you, baby. Let them worship this pussy until you can’t think straight.” I came again with a broken sob, thighs shaking around their heads. They kept licking me through it, gentler now, drawing it out until I was twitching and oversensitive. When they finally pulled back, their mouths were shiny with my arousal. The sight made something deep inside me clench. Asher stood up and pulled his shirt off. His body was incredible — toned, strong, perfect. Finn and Silas followed, stripping down to their boxers. The outline of their cocks made my mouth go dry.

The other girls are finished and im dieing to wash the grim from the dungons off my skin. The tubs are empty so i can bath in peace"thank god" i say alound to myself. Fran is still in the kitchen with the others. Rubbing my sore and raw wrist i quickly stip off my tattered dress and step into the hot water sighing as i lay back into the water. I close my eyes enoying the sting of the aches slowly being pulled from my muscles. i want to melt and become apart of this tub for hours but life isn't that simple. My eyes snap open when i hear fran walk into the room ten minutes later. Thankfully I can't see her or her me due to the curtains that surround the tubs. Deciding i've soaked long enough

Alpha Asher's voice was rough and commanding, "My men will be going around the room to help with your techniques." "Lola." His deep voice pulled me from my explicit thoughts. Mason gave me a sympathetic look, while Breyona smirked. I walked over to Alpha Asher, my heart thumping in my chest. My heart nearly stopped entirely when Chelsea twitched up to Alpha Asher. She was wearing a sports bra that must've been four sizes too small. Her bre*sts were nearly popping out of the low cut tank top she wore. Her shorts were hiked up so high the bottoms of her b*tt cheeks poked out.

"After all they've done, d—did they...?" Those who had been dozing off suddenly jolted awake. Their ears perked as they tensedly waited for her reply. Smiling bitterly, Adeline shook her head. It wasn't strange asking her such question. Perhaps they found it strange that they hadn't touched her face, and they could only assume they left it as that because they might have fancy her. But... "No," she finally replied, although she was as confused. However, did it matter if they did or not? What was one less scar off her face from the wounds on her body?