Gary Gross Nude Novels & Stories

Grainy at first glance. I gasped when I saw my Sara naked on my bed with a naked man above her. Her face was partially blurred, but I could tell her features. The little mole on her left cheek. I wouldn't fail to recognize it. Her legs were spread in the air, welcoming the incoming cock. Her moans filled the tiny speaker, raw and unrestrained. The strokes were deep, merciless like he's trying to crack something. She arched her back each time he thrusted deeper, her manicured fingers clutching sheets and her head thrown back.

He was surprised to see me and I took his reaction to my advantage, I grabbed my cellphone and opened the camera to record a video, when he noticed what I was doing he immediately covered his face letting me records his dick that's starting to get hard. "What the fuck are you doing, faggot?" He asked angrily and covered both his face and his dick, he was having a hard time covering his nakedness while I was enjoying recording and taking pictures of his nude body. "You're still an arrogant fucker! What if I post your nudes on Twitter?" I threatened him and saved the video that contains his nudity, gays will feast on this video because just like me, the fucker also has a look, he has a muscula

Grease smudged his forearms and one cheek, and his jeans hung low, showing the top of his boxer briefs and that perfect V-line dipping down. He heard my bare feet on the concrete, and his head turned. His blue eyes locked on me, narrowing as they slid down my body, over the way the sundress hugged my tits, nipples straining against the thin white cotton, down to where the hem barely covered my ass. The air went thick and hot in a second, and there were no words, just that look—dark, hungry, and knowing.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

I wish you and your friends could watch what I am about to do. ‘My pubic area is completely shaved apart from a small tuft above my member. In order to achieve a really good grade-one erection, like I do when you turn me on and edge me, I am wearing a skimpy crotch-less black male g-string, and using a vacuum pump, cock ring and baby oil. ‘I am sitting on a stool and flash open my dressing gown so I am almost naked with my feet barely touching the floor in front of a wall length mirror, thinking about and concentrating on your glorious ass. And some pics of you naked apart from heels for extra stimulation.

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

"I want them to see everything." Garrick didn't hesitate. He grabbed the front of my robe and ripped it open, the delicate silk fluttering to the floor like a dying bird. I stood there stark naked in the center of the room, my full tits rising and falling with my shallow breaths, my pussy already glistening in the dim light. Garrick stepped back, turning the small camera so it had a perfect, wide-angle view of the sofa. "Get on your knees," he commanded. "Right in front of the lens. I want them to see your face when I claim you."

Maybe now the bitch would have a better chance of hooking a big fish if her toughest competition wasn’t around. She’d also spent the day going over every possibility behind Grayson’s shady deal. He was secretly gay, had some horrible disease, a grotesque deformity under his clothes, a tiny dick, a third nipple, was hardcore into bondage and had killed a lover, he was a serial killer, had genital warts, or was just horrible in the bedroom. So many possibilities and Amber had encountered a great deal of them in the club. Like the dude who had a small tail off his ass bone. That was a surprise under his designer suit indeed.

Me: Your favorite gray Harvard tee I stole from an ex, and nothing underneath. @sinnernextdoor: Jesus Christ. Take the tee off, slowly, and film it. I’d never sent nudes to someone I didn’t know, but the wine, the ache, the anonymity. I was already sliding the cotton over my head before I could talk myself out of it. I propped the phone against a throw pillow, hit record, and let the camera watch as I dragged the shirt up inch by inch, revealing my bare tits, hard nipples, the curve of my waist, until the fabric cleared my head and I sat there completely naked.

The boy shook his head and continued to chew on his puff. "Fuck! Lisa exclaimed and looked around. She scanned the premises but nothing was unusual. She held tightly to the papers and returned to her car. She checked the pictures contained in the parcel thoroughly. They were her nude pictures. She was depicted in different sex scenes with an unidentified man whose face was perfectly cropped out. The picture looked like she was having sex with a ghost. It was the work of a professional.