Gary Gross Nude Novels & Stories

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.

What the actual freaking hell. He sent a photo of himself in the shower, reflected in the foggy mirror. His silhouette is barely visible, but the outline of his naked body is clear enough. His brown skin stands out against the dark tiles. He's showering. Naked. -Norali: You’re texting me while showering?? -Mr. Grumpy: You wanted me to think of you, right? Here's me doing that. -Mr. Grumpy: I want a picture back. For our mirror kink.

The moans climbed higher, more frantic, and more desperate in a way I'd never once heard from a man who looked like he was always at war with the whole world. I pushed the door. The room was nearly dark with just one lamp throwing amber across half of him, and the half I could see undid me where I stood. Jeremy Kellason. He sat on his couch like a sin no one had taught me to be ashamed of. Completely naked. His head was tipped back against the cushion, the long line of his throat working as his fist moved over his thick, flushed cock leaking at the tip, in hard, furious strokes that were almost punishing, like he was angry at himself.

His other hand cupped one roughly, his thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple until I whimpered. “Such a good girl,” Grayson sneered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Let’s see how well you can follow instructions.” Hale’s arms were crossed, his expression unreadable, but his cock was a thick ridge against his slacks, impossible to miss. Grayson shoved me to my knees, his grip punishing as he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, already hard and glistening at the tip. My breath hitched. He was big, thicker than Hale, with veins pulsing along his length.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

A SLUTTY ENCOUNTER Aaron pushed Gina down onto the bed and the wood creaked under her weight. She chuckled, buying down on her lip as she watched him take off his shirt. “Today's really been a long, hard day," he groaned as he tossed his shirt to the side. "You want to see what else is long and hard?” Gina smiled and nodded as she slowly slipped her hand into her shorts. She lifted her shirt up, revealing her hardened nipples and pink areola. Then she licked her fingers and began drawing wet lines around her nipples.

Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.

"Okay, let's be honest with each other here. What's really going on? Why are you having such a freak out about getting your freak on?" If it hadn't been such a serious thing for Jessica, she would have snickered at the play on words from Bianca's mouth. "Because, who does that? I ran here because I had nude pictures get exposed, and I was so embarrassed that happened, but I'm perfectly okay with shucking every part of clothing off the top half of my body and letting Layne have his way with me on the side of the road? What the fuck is wrong with me?" "Nothing," Bianca told her softly. "Nothing is wrong with you. You want to know what I think?"