Gillian Barnes Nude Novels & Stories

The only sign of makeup is her glossed lips. The tiny cut bra holds her full breasts so tastefully; I could easily rip it off with a finger. Gold bracelets decorate her wrists. The bikini pants cover her, but leave nothing to my imagination, with cute ribbons tied at her slender hips. Her thighs are exposed; her arms are exposed; everything is out for me to ogle at like a finished man, as if I’ve not seen her naked. “She was just twenty-two…” Barbara comments. Mesmerized, I lift my hand and swipe, staring at some more from different angles. Heat brews in my chest, back, and legs. Everywhere feels hot. I break out in sweats, unable to help but bite my bottom lip.

he ordered. Guards ripped the tank top off her. No bra underneath just her pierced nipples caughting the sunlight, metal bars glinting. They yanked her shorts and panties down her athletic legs, leaving her completely naked in front of everyone. Tattoos on full display. Tight ass. Strong thighs from all the protest marches she used to do. Julian pulled a thick cane from a nearby rack. Dark wood, flexible. “You want to act like an animal?” he said. “Then you’ll be treated like one.”

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.

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.

I had trouble restraining myself from spreading her up on the sink counter and having her again. Brynne's skin had a natural golden glow, but right now it was pinked from the hot water, and so beautiful it was hard to look and stay neutral. Don't think about it. I ignored the urge and worked at drying her luscious curves, which had definitely lost some of their curviness but were still lovely and all mine. She stood gracefully for me as if not at all affected by our nakedness in such prox imity. I wondered how in the hell she managed to do it. Well. I had an idea of how. She was a model who posed in the nude and she was used to it. Don't think about that either.

But the thought of police, fingerprints, a record… She couldn’t afford that. Slowly, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing a simple white bra. Then her jeans, stepping out of them until she stood in just her underwear. Mr. Kane’s gaze moved over her , slow, deliberate. “Everything.” Riley’s hands shook as she unhooked her bra, letting her full, perky breasts spill free. Then she slid her panties down, stepping out of them. She was completely naked in the small changing room, arms instinctively crossing over her chest.

"If I show you, will you lick me down there?" I replied, "It would be an extreme pleasure." I sat there in awe as Greta took off her jeans and her shoes, leaving her in a pair of brief panties. The panties covered more of her that her bathing suit had. I took another photo of her and she went into a couple of poses for me. Then, she pulled her panties down and revealed her nice landing-strip bush and the slit of her vagina. The panties fell to the floor and she stepped out of them.

“I want you naked for me.” They didn’t argue. Hannah pulled her slip over her head in one smooth move. Her heavy tits spilled out, nipples already hard and pink in the cool air. Her pussy was smooth and shiny, and she was soaked already. Rebecca went slower, shy but excited. She let the thin fabric drop, showing her perky tits and that cute little strip of black hair above her tight slit. Both of them stood there naked, breathing fast, and waiting for him. Julian stripped too. His shirt came off first, showing his strong chest and arms, then his pants. His cock sprang free, long and thick, with veins standing out, and the head already wet with pre-cum. It bobbed in the moonlight, pointing ri