Femi Taylor Nude Novels & Stories

When he went back to her bed, he found her struggling to take off her dress with her eyes still closed. “Ughh…” she groaned. Half of her body is already exposed with only her lace underwear covering her lower part. Seemingly half awake, she was still trying to take off her dress. “Aish…” Taylor went closer and helped her take off her silk dress. The soft fabric smoothly slid off of her body, leaving her only with nipple tape and her underwear. Her flawless and sexy body was defenselessly exposed to Taylor. “My gosh! What should I do with you?!”

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

“Look how hard my nipples are already.” She slipped the top off her shoulders, then pushed her skirt down her legs, stepping out of it. Only tiny black panties remained. She turned around, bent slightly, and slid the panties down, showing her smooth, round ass and the pink lips of her pussy. When she faced the camera again, she was completely naked and smiling. The class clapped softly. Marcus nodded. “Beautiful control, Amy. Very natural.” Next was Jake. He pulled his shirt over his head, showing his toned chest and abs. Then he dropped his jeans. His cock was already half-hard, hanging heavy. He stroked it once, slowly, looking straight at the camera. “Getting hard just thinking about what

The only thing she had on was a flimsy thong that barely covered her private area. She flicked her fingers, a sly smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Up here,” she pointed at her face. “Take pictures.” I reluctantly looked up at her and did as she asked. I snapped picture after picture. At first, it was just Asher lying there, Taylor perched on the edge of the bed, her breast on full display. She raked her fingers through her dark, long hair until it was tousled just enough to suggest something illicit. “Focus on the angles, it should clearly show it is Asher but not that he is barely conscious.”

“Much better. Your turn to dare someone.” I try to keep it light, but they keep pushing it back on me. Soon I am sitting there topless, cheeks flushed, while they whisper and laugh. My straight mind keeps repeating that this is just girls messing around. Nothing serious. Yet the way they look at me makes my pulse race. Taylor holds up something small and pink from her bag. A bullet vibrator. She turns it on and the quiet buzz fills the room. “Next dare is for you,” she says. “Panties off. Then you hold this against your clit until we say stop.”

I am wearing the Valentino dress and boots that Taylor gave me for my birthday, my newly cut and coloured hair has been styled into an awesome faux hawk and the girls at the beauty bar in the hotel worked their magic with my make-up, so, all in all, I am feeling very glam. My body is still humming from the orgasms Taylor gave me earlier. When I finally emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed, Taylor’s jaw nearly dropped on the floor. Seeing Taylor all dressed up in his charcoal-grey slacks, a fitted black shirt with its arms rolled up, and muted silver tie had me damp in seconds, and when he started circling me like a predatory lion, I felt ready to combust. I can still feel the electrifyin

I screenshotted the pic as Betty looked over my shoulder. “Looks like you have some obligations to meet” She snorted back. “It appears I do” I replied. “Well, one last thing before you go,” Betty said. Betty bent over her couch, pulling down her black yoga pants to reveal her bare ass “Go ahead, grab some pics” She said, and I didn’t hesitate and opened my phone and furiously snapped pics of her spread asshole. “Maybe I can convince Tina to let us do it again,” Betty said, pulling her pants up.

Serena's POV I arrive at Stevie's studio, the familiar scent of coffee filling the air. Stevie, ever the perfectionist, adjusts her lighting and angles. Taylor stands in the center, striking a pose that captures the essence of our new summer collection. Taylor looks stunning, her outfit a seamless blend of 70s bohemian chic and modern elegance. She wears a flowing, patterned maxi dress in vibrant shades of orange and turquoise, its vintage floral print reminiscent of a bygone era.

She is the whole package and she seems to know it. As I head to the bathroom to take a shower, a bevy of beautiful women follow me, led by my very own, now naked, Teri. Like her friends and most dancers, she is lean, with shapely legs, slim wai, and shapely but moderate-sized breasts, with pert protruding nipples. What sets Teri apart from other modern women is she doesn’t shave her pubis. She is a natural blond and her lightly trimmed, blond bush is a point of pride.

He reached for me again, fingers brushing my arm. I jerked away like his touch burned. “Don’t touch me!” My whole body trembled now, adrenaline surging. “You love me? Then why hide this? Why lie about who you are?” Taylor chuckled low, pushing off the bed and standing, the sheets falling away completely. He didn’t seem fazed by his nudity, crossing his arms over his chest. “Come on, princess. Drama much? It’s 2025—people experiment. Doesn’t mean he’s gay. Bi, maybe. Whatever.”