Evin Ahmad Nude Novels & Stories

"This," said Sergeant Elyn, "is just another human body. Flesh and blood just like everyone else's. You - all of you - need to let go of that modesty and that shame. You don't need it. It's bullshit and all it does is drag you down. So what if people see you naked? So what if other people are naked around you?" Eva raised an eyebrow. What she said made a lot of sense. Why was she so hung up on it? Sergeant Elyn was right - it was just a body. We all had one, even if they were a bit different.

In the video, Trishia sounded while flipping her naked body and positioned herself on top of the naked guy. “Hold your breath, I want to s*ck your d*ck!” She then performed it wildly in the video. “Do you like it?” “I’m very good.” “No! I’m the best!” She said while grinding on the top of the guy with her boobies swaying in the air. Her expression was very high in ecstasy too much different from her sweet demure image in the public. Her nakedness was flaunted in the video. Then after a while, the video stopped.

Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open in disbelief. The high definition image was a selfie taken with an iPhone by a woman Esther knew all too well. The photo showed the woman in a disheveled state, her hair messy, her clothes undone, wearing a playful smile with smudged lipstick that spoke clearly of something heated having just occurred. Behind her stood a man, half naked, his back turned to the camera. He was in the middle of pulling on his pants, his upper body completely bare. Even though his face was hidden, Esther recognized him instantly.

She just didn’t want to be a second thought anymore, not to Noah Abel. Pathetic? Maybe. Or maybe not. To know one’s right, one’s desires and act on them. She could either be brave or stay here. “Hey! Nessa! Nessa! Nessa!”, Evan whistled and sing-songed his way to her. He was shirtless, walking around in fruit loop boxers. Like the character he was, he laid down right there, hands behind his head. “Whatever you are breeding about, know this. Its not important enough to dull the night.” He winked sleepily.

SASHA VAHEMIR "She's fine, daddy," I hear Aiden say from the window. I open my eyes slightly and catch him shirtless, wearing black shorts and sandals. He has his left hand on the window, his right hand holding his phone against his ear. He turns around, and I shut my eyes and pretend to be asleep. After a few minutes, I open my eyes again and find him seated on the round chair in front of the bed. Sweat is dripping down his abdomen, the lines of his muscles clearly visible. His biceps and muscles - damn. I had forgotten just how magnificent he looked.

Her face reddened even the more. Nicklaus held Noah in his arms, still bent over, he stared at the woman who was only few centimeters away from him. Her nightie material was very light and he could see through her perfect body. From her peachy arse to her bouncing breasts that weren't huge but they were on the largest side for her build. Yes, there was one thing about her that was far from perfect. She is an ordinary girl.

she asked curiously. "This," Emily the redhead showed Briana her phone, revealing a naked man in boxer shorts and bulging biceps in an intimate pose on the screen. "Isn't he a hottie?" Briana laughed, amused. "Yes, he is!" The girls showed Briana more photos of those men in revealing shorts, displaying varying sizes of bulges in their shorts. The mischievous girls would erupt in raucous laughter, and Briana couldn't help but join in the hilarity.

His aggressiveness was unnerving and I never expected him to be the jealous type. The next day in class, I was drowsy. I propped my chin in my right hand, barely able to keep my head up. Staring at the empty cup of Even with considerable effort to stay awake my lids closed. Just as I had fallen asleep Ada nudged me, holding her phone. "Quick. Look at our group chat!" she whispered fiercely. My heart leapt in my throat and my hands were clammy as I stared at the picture Everett had shared. There I was, in my lingerie with my vibrator, posed for him. Fortunately, my hair was covering my face, but I wasn’t going to let this slide.

It had taken me a while to get used to them, and still I had a hard time looking him in the eyes. I groaned, slapping my forehead. I couldn't seem to take the image out of my head. The image of his muscular form, standing tall and nude in all his glory, his arousal huge and erect. My cheeks warmed in embarrassment as the image replayed over and over in my head. I had never seen a nude, good-looking man up close. And he was gorgeous. My cheeks flamed again at my thoughts.

Ten of them. All naked. Nude. Bare. Stripped. I don't even bother reading the message. Instead, I set my phone down and focus on my laptop, pulling up the photos in full screen. I lean closer. I can’t believe it. She’s fucking incredible. The girl’s body is absolutely stunning; her breasts are perky and her pussy is perfectly shaven. My arousal increases as I imagine having her nipples in my mouth. My cock is painfully erect, just at the thought of it.