Gary Gross Nude Novels & Stories

“Honestly sir, I’m not quite sure. I found Mr. Nelson’s seminude body rather stimulating. I kept envisioning him in his former uniform and wishing he would handcuff and fuck me. I noticed sir that your smaller, stocky stature lends you to be very advantageous with a woman of my size if I was bent over like in the picture. And from the right vantage point it was perfect to line up Mr. Grier under me paying attention to my exposed nipples as I foresaw the four of us in this way.” “How did the sketch make you feel?” “Rather turned on, Sir, I’ve always admired older men. I was also embarrassed, Sir. I didn’t want to show you the picture at all thinking it might offend you.” “Are you sure you wer

Suddenly the anger disappeared from my body. I didn't notice that I was looking at him. From his beautiful physique. Sharp nose and black hair and up to his round eyes. My throat almost itched when my gaze moved to the middle of his pants. Confused, the nanny looked at the man behind me. "Sir, I'm really sorry, she ran away suddenly." The girl nodded and looked at his daddy, "Sorry daddy! I saw my new teacher." I almost turned around when his daddy looked at me. "Daddy? He looks like a girl, doesn't he?"

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.

asked Garry while speeding up his fingers as he started to circle the small tip faster. "Uh-huh..." Rosalina nodded, admitting the truth even if it embarrassed her to do so. Garry beamed with satisfaction as he retracted his hand and grabbed the edge of the slit, pulling the fabric roughly apart to reveal the snowy white flesh adorned by voluptuous breasts. With beads of sweat that were glistening under the effulgence of the moon, it made the sight of a half-naked Rosalina lechery to Garry's eyes.

I don't know, he looked even more different. Who would have thought that this cute baby with chubby cheeks would become a famous ice hockey player who is everyone's idol, right? That's what I mean. "Eww, you can't look at that one." Grayson suddenly snatched the photo album I was holding. But he was too slow because I had already taken the photo he was referring to. I looked at it and it made my eyes pop. It was a photo of him naked in the bathtub with his hair... gone. He was bald!

She turned her body away from Donny slightly to keep him from seeing any pics he shouldn’t from her private folder collection. She finally came across a shot that might work, one she took of Grayson half- dressed after work in her bed one night. He wasn’t wearing anything but his half unbuttoned white shirt and tie. Amber cropped his naked bottom half out of the photo and shared it to Donny’s watch. He looked over the image, “Yeah this outta work out nicely. Lots of blood and pale skin I’m assuming.” “Yes. Like he was shot in the chest or something?”

This was no big deal. “I’m sorry. I was actually supposed to do kind of like a nude drawing, but I know asking you to stand naked in front of me for hours might make you uncomfortable so I’ll be cool if you were just shirtless.” I blinked once. Then twice, feeling my cheeks warm up. He originally wanted a nude pose. There was a guy who initially agreed to be sketched naked by Gary. I wonder who that guy was and if I could borrow his confidence for a couple of hours.

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

Greg braced himself on the door. Carrie had a sly grin. Her plump lips were painted red, but that was all he could see of her face. The screen was taken over by smooth, flawless skin spanning from her throat down to her chest. Shoulders bare, Greg could tell she was naked. Presented in the photo was his boss’s cleavage. She had one hand on one of her breasts, which was pushed up so that Greg could see almost its whole size. She was fondling her breasts while texting Greg.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”