Everly Lane Nude Novels & Stories

were laid out on the nightstand like instruments for a deviant sacrament. Evelyn had changed. She now wore a black lace teddy, a garment so flimsy it was more suggestion than coverage. The see-through cups barely contained her breasts, and the bottom was a wisp of lace that did nothing to hide the trimmed triangle of auburn curls beneath. She looked like a fantasy torn from the pages of a magazine his father might have hidden, but infinitely more real, more potent. "On the bed," Brody said, the command feeling foreign yet thrilling on his tongue.

Eloise’s POV The steam from Wayne’s shower hits the bathroom’s glass. The effect firmly masks his naked silhouette, exactly what I need because having his nudity in my phone is crossing the line. I’m in my nightie; a pair of pink spaghetti straps top that wraps tightly to my big tits, and barely gives me a chance to breathe, while the bottom is a pair of matching pink shorts, so tiny that the hem of it stops halfway down my bum cheeks. On second thought, I switch over to my OnlyFans site. No one gets to see it if it's saved in my draft, right? It always ends up wasted but the thrill of getting seen feels better than just recording.

So how did she know about this? “This….. how did you know about this? You weren't present when….” " Is that what matters, Miss Han?” Eva asked, cutting Lane off. "Now you know that I didn't appear at the show because I was substituting for Christine Carter, but I was there because I was taking Everette's spot.” She added, before turning to look at Mark. "And most of all, you all know that I am still a signed model who still has a valid contract with Elites Entertainment.” She gave Mark a small taunting smirk which almost ticked him off but Christine held him back from losing it again.

"Lily, what the fuck are you doing?" Aiden growls, turns out he was the person approaching us, "Cover yourself now.” "This is a nude photoshoot, I have to be nude. Since when are you two such prudes, huh?" I ask and the attention whore side of me is loving having their eyes on me. At the same time. Once upon a time, Virgin Lily dreamt about this situation... but those dreams ended a lot more dirty than anyone could imagine, "They said I'm so perfect, I don't even need much make up."

That weekend, Emily showed up at Landon’s studio and posed for the nude photos. They were all tasteful, as Landon had promised, but Emily couldn’t help feeling like she’d sold herself out. She posed behind a sheet that just barely covered her breasts. She couldn’t help but think of the modeling jobs she used to get.

Riley’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the studio walls. Elena pulled her fingers free only long enough to strip Riley’s leggings down her legs. Riley stepped out of them, completely naked now, skin flushed and glistening. Elena’s eyes darkened with hunger. She shrugged out of her own leotard in one fluid motion, revealing full breasts with dark nipples and the smooth curve of her hips. A neatly trimmed patch of dark hair framed her glistening sex.

Evan moved even closer, his presence suffocating. "Continue," he ordered, his voice low but relentless. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to find strength within herself. She took off her bra, then her panties, until she was completely naked in front of him. The air felt colder against her exposed skin, and she could feel the weight of Evan's gaze on every inch of her body. He circled around her slowly, like a wolf sniffing out its prey, without saying a word. Elena could feel the tears burning in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her despair.

The Omega wolf licks her lips and purrs as she reaches up and unbuttons the top button between her breast and then the next. Nadja's mouth hangs open, and he feels he can't breathe as he watches Evelyn's wolf slowly undo each button until he can see her belly button as the shirt lays open, exposing her stomach and barely covering her breast. The fabric is barely hanging on. Her hard nipples were visible through the white fabric; maybe that's what's keeping them covered, The Elder thought as his brain began to function again, and he licked his lips as he swallowed hard. The Elder moved forward, Evelyn's eyes flickering between hers and Iris’, letting him know they were both forward.

A quiet feminine moan. My hand froze on the handle. I cracked the door open just enough to look inside and the sight hit me like a punch to the gut. Elena was still on the table, legs spread wide in the stirrups. The gown had fallen completely open, exposing her naked body. One hand cupped her full breast, pinching the nipple, while the other worked frantically between her thighs. Two fingers plunged in and out of her glistening pussy, making obscene wet noises. Her clit was swollen and red from attention. Her head was tilted back, lips parted, and those erotic moans spilled freely from her mouth.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”