Femi Taylor Nude Novels & Stories

No, did she just say that to me? “Excuse me? Tell me what? Are you sick in the head?” “That he's seen me naked.” Her coy smile was wider. I've been talking to a bitch this whole time. “What?” She nodded, repeating herself. “Yes. He's seen me very naked, every part of me. I sent a couple of nudes to him of course. I'm Trey's biggest fan by the way, and he's so hot, I'm pissed you get to fuck him.” “What do you mean?”

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.”

Man, I would love to cuddle with someone after a good fuck session, but I haven't met that woman yet. Just as I was sitting there starting to feel sorry for myself, Taylor walked into the bar, looking hot as hell. She still had the tight black slacks she had on today but had changed into a strapless shirt that clung to her, showing off her perfectly sized breast. My mouth watered at the sight until my gaze reached the gigantic rock on her finger, and then I averted my gaze. Shit, if I don't get laid tonight, I'll go nuts. I looked over at Wade to see if he had seen her come in, but he was too busy flirting with the waitress that had brought us another round of beers.

“And why are you half naked?” She finally noticed that Taylor was clad in nothing but a towel, droplets of water glistening on his sculpted physique. For a moment, she lost all focus! How can there be such a perfect body? “Hey! Stop looking at my chest and answer me!” Taylor said through gritted teeth. Then, it seemed as though realization had finally dawned on him. He asked, “I know you. You were the one who bumped into me last Friday. Did you stalk me after meeting me for the first time?”

“Maybe wash the stupidity out of today.” I started removing my clothes, piece by piece, until I was fully naked. I pushed open the bathroom door, steam already fogging the glass. Then I saw her. Taylor. She was naked in the shower. Her body was built like a goddess', just as I remembered. Her back to me, her hair wet, her shoulders tense as if she had been crying or thinking too much. I don't know how I could tell. She turned slowly, water running down her skin, her eyes widening when she saw me standing there, just as naked, just as startled.

His eyes dropped to the image. Talia was lying on their bed. The covers stopped just above her hips, leaving the curve of her ass unmistakable beneath the fabric. Her breasts were completely exposed, soft and full, one hand cradling her left tit. Her dark hair spilled around her face and over the pillows. She looked straight into the camera, seductive and unapologetic. Theo’s cock swelled instantly. He gripped the edge of his desk and let out a quiet curse. She had sent it to both of them.