Exposed Novels & Stories

If they wanted a game, I'd go bigger. Stuart opened his mouth again, trying to corner me, and I cut him off. Calm. Flat. "Stop. If you really think Zoey's that skilled, let's prove it." The room went still. "Another public surgery," I said. "Full live broadcast. Same patient needs a second procedure anyway. Timing works." Then I turned to Zoey and met her eyes. "No problem, right?" She lifted her chin, all confidence. "Of course." Stuart freaked.

Was he thinking of me, or was I just a ghost in his mind, a shadow of a fight that had passed? I didn’t have answers, and that was the hardest part. Waiting was worse than confrontation, worse than anger or hurt. Waiting left you exposed, left you with nothing but your own thoughts, your own heart, and the constant gnawing uncertainty that maybe, just maybe, things would never be the same again.

My eyes widened as I stared at Kyrian Maddox half naked, hair damp, water still on his body, his butt hanging out facing me. "You've got to be fucking kidding me.”

she slowly slides her top off, exposing a decent amount of her cleavage. George tossed the gum from his mouth, turned to his partner and smiled. She pulled his top closer, flicked his ear with her tongue, “if you had paid any attention in Detective classes, you would know eating and drinking or smoking contaminates the scene just as much as me stepping into my fucking house, ” she pushed him back, he staggered a few steps back but held his ground, “At least your big stomach serves a purpose other than food and alcohol consumption,” Kara teased before striding back into her house.

Standing, I helped Zoe undress, pulling her shorts off her tight ass. Reaching into the glove compartment of my Jeep, I pulled out a condom. Ripping it open, I slowly lowered it onto Cliff’s throbbing cock. Zoe stood and watched, her hands stroking her pussy. Turning her around so her back was to Cliff, I slowly guided his condom-wrapped cock into Zoe’s dripping pussy. She moaned and Cliff groaned as his cock pushed inside her, parting her lips and thrusting upwards.

My body was still tingling faintly from last night’s pleasure, a secret ache that made me feel sinful and exposed. “I’m just feeling cold, that’s all,” I lied.

“Keep your legs spread and your knees up.” Okay, now I’m uncomfortable. The position makes me feel exposed, and I can’t help but wonder if he finds my pussy nice? The extra second he takes to look at it gives me goosebumps. I want to peek when he starts working, trying to see what he’s doing, but I have to keep on my back.

Not because of the exercise. Because of him. And that scared me more than any workout ever could. Next, we did a circuit, and he watched me complete each rep. I was laying on a bench lifting the small dumbbells over my head when I noticed how low he wore his pants. His hands were stretched out spotting me, causing his t-shirt to lift up a bit and exposing a few inches of his very lower abdomen. I think my jaw dropped a bit as I peeked into his exposed body and up to his smirking face as he was staring at my partly exposed big boobs.

“Let me cum, you bastard! Let me cum!” “I thought you wanted me gone. You aren't gay, you know.” “Please! Please! I'm sorry! Just let me cum. I need to cum.” “If I untie you, would you attack me?” “No! No! I promise you. I won't!” The plumber untied his hands and said, “You might want to lie on your back now. Legs spread wide for me.”

Only a transaction. Trembling, I shifted on the soft leather, turned sideways, facing the door, and pushed my skirt up to my waist. The cool air of the cabin kissed my bare thighs, my bare pussy. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the seat, presenting my ass and pussy to him in the open space between the seats. This was the most exposed I had ever felt. Even more than last night. This was daylight. This was in transit. This was absurdly, horrifyingly clinical.