Gillian Barnes Nude Novels & Stories

"Damn! Ms. Barnes actually has a great body. Though her breasts look way too artificial." Someone even reached out and touched her, letting out a sleazy chuckle. "Guess I'm living the Mr. Campbell experience today." Others, overflowing with misplaced sympathy, began to hurl accusations at me. "Ms. Barnes is stripped bare. Her photos will be everywhere. How is she ever supposed to show her face again?" "Yeah, this is brutal. They're both women. Was this necessary?" I didn't feel even a hint of sympathy. If my men had been even a second later, the one lying there exposed would've been me.

Who’d have guessed she’d have the guts and the brains to nearly escape? The thought made his anger flare again, and he raised his foot for another blow. “Enough,” Gillian snapped, her tone cold and sharp. “Get her up.” Andrew obeyed immediately, grabbing Nora by the arm and hauling her to her feet. She was so weak she could barely stay upright, her body swaying until he shoved her back against the wall to keep her from collapsing. In the overgrown courtyard, Gillian stood out like a vision from another world. She wore a pristine white designer dress, her heels clicking against the cracked concrete. Her wavy hair framed her face perfectly, catching the breeze as if she were posing for a photo

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—”

Linda stood naked beneath the soft, gold-silk glow of the fitting room lights. No barriers now. No seams or cotton to shield her. Her panties lay crumpled on the velvet bench beside her, still warm from the heat of her thighs. Her body was bare in the truest sense not just unclothed, but revealed. Her belly hung softly, full and natural, the skin loose from years of life. It curved gently over the mound of her pussy, which was exposed entirely -- thick lips plush and bare, a shadow of dark hair above, parted slightly from the way her thighs had pressed during the slow undressing. Her labia were flushed, visibly swollen now from blood and slow-building heat, soft folds glistening faintly in t

His gaze softened warmly. "You said you want me, Rye," she reminded him seductively. "Come here," he rasped hoarsely. Gillian abandoned the wash cloth and straightened. She walked towards the door and pushed the lock on the knob. She leaned on the door to take off the strappy sandals. She stripped in front of him. While she walked towards the bathtub, her loose white polo and brown slacks were divested one by one. Her brassiere and panties, all white and virginal, were left undone. Her large breasts almost surged to the brim.

Tessa eyes had a shade of blue looking closely at it. The women set aside Camila night gown and panties that looked more like rags now. They flip on the shower while they scrubbed and the shower rinsed. One of the women attempt on shaving her arms and pubic hairs. They dried her up with a towel before heading out. Tessa settled her on the huge bed while Vivian brought in her outfit. A scandalous type of underwear of cupless bra without no actual breast coverage and a low-waist lace panties. She puts on her panties. They helped her on the bra since it looked strange to her. She felt her stomach churn from the looks of her bulging breast out the frame.

My lips press tightly together, I nod as best I can. "I'd like to think so. But last time I checked, good girls wear bras." His hands go to the middle of my back, and rips down the zipper to my dress. The front of the gown falls open, revealing my bare breasts. I hadn't opted for a bra since it is so low-cut in the back. Harlan smirks when he sees me nude and uncovered, groping me roughly between his palms. "So fucking naughty," he moans, lips diving to my neck, where he sucks roughly against my skin. "You thought you'd tease me all night, hmm?"

Eagerly, I flip to the second page, but what I find shatters me. It’s Georgia. She’s sitting on a lounge chair by a pool, her bikini top untied, her back to the camera, but she’s looking over her shoulder with a smirk that is anything but "innocent." What the fuck? My fingers tremble as I flip again. Georgia in a wet white oversized dress shirt, transparent and sticking to her skin, her nipples very well visible. Georgia sleeping, her lips parted. Georgia in a bathtub, bubbles barely covering her naked skin, laughing at the lens.

She didn’t wait for him to speak. With a slow, defiant smile, Lila shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. The cool air of the lecture hall kissed her skin, making her shiver. She reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and let that fall too. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free, nipples tight and aching. She kicked off her heels, then hooked her thumbs into her skirt and panties, sliding them down her legs in one smooth motion until she stood completely naked in the middle of his classroom.

Gillian supposed he was attractive, but he never made her feel the way she'd heard women ought to feel around a man they fancied. Gillian glanced at her own face in the mirror as she tidied up the vanity. Perhaps she was different from other ladies. She placed the ivory-handled brushes next to a set of exquisite tortoiseshell combs. Unlike Audrey's dark chestnut hair, Gillian's hair was an unremarkable brown and her eyes a soft heather gray. She'd never stood out as a beauty, but she wasn't unattractive, either. She was, in short, the perfect sort of plain woman who worked best as a lady's maid or a companion.