Holly Barker Nude Novels & Stories

I know she’s happily mated with Nigel. “Good morning, Holly. Did you need something?” I asked. Alex went utterly rigid, glancing at Holly. He’s not very stealthy as he checks her out. I guess I can't blame him too much. Holly’s a warrior like her mate and in excellent shape. She’s dressed for training in a black sports bra that’s working extra hard to contain her breasts and then skin-tight black yoga pants that accent every curve. And I’ll admit she’s pretty with her wavy brown hair that she currently has pulled back into a high ponytail and her warm brown eyes.

Soon enough, we're done with posing for the cameras, and we diligently walk into the building. It takes me five seconds to sight Lori amongst the crowd. As expected, she is one of the tallest women in the room. Her back is high, and in a low back dress, you can see how toned her muscles and skin are. Her hair is styled with pins, and there's an obviously loose one dropping to her back, but rather than it seeming off, it seems majestic. Almost intentional. “Give me a minute,” I say to Sergei, I walk towards her. Before I get the chance to tap on her shoulder, she turns around to face me.

She was delighted to detect two metal barbells, and expressed her pleasure with a gasping groan. “Mmmm...now I have four pierced nipples to play with!” “So...what was that about you calling all the shots again, Ken Doll?” Hollis purred from her friend’s belly button, leaving sensual kisses along the milky white skin in the form of a blazing trail...leading south of the border, where a very swollen pussy was hidden just underneath a pair of tiny black lace panties. “Wouldn’t have pictured you in something like this...” Hollis hooked a teasing finger through the delicate material, pulling it forward before allowing it to snap back against Kendra’s thigh. “...but I’m not complaining. It’s going

The towel slipped from her chest, sliding down her body before falling to the floor. Aurora had no bra on, only a pair of black underwear. Her petite frame stood firm, her chest slightly lifted as if it demanded attention on its own. Her stomach was flat and toned, her skin still damp from the bath she had just taken. She had small but well-shaped breasts that suited her body perfectly. A cold breeze swept through the room, making strands of her damp hair fall across her face. Maverick’s eyes darkened slightly. ‘She’s bold,’ Kael muttered with interest.

I immediately touched it and it flashed on the screen. More I read her erotic thoughts, the more I was taken aback by the desire that she has for men. °I have to lose my virginity °Playing strip poker °Wild truth and dare °Skinny dipping °Being naughty in public °Having multiple orgasms in a single night °Phone sex °Watching porn °Exploring the kinks °Trying foreplay for hours "What the fu*k is this?" I muttered to myself. My eyes went wide from shock and what totally got me was the fact that she is a virgin.

"I know... But I have a feeling he'll just keep bugging me till I do it so let me just get over it." Holly knew she didn't have to do it but a large part of her was driven by curiosity. By a secret desire to find out more about the player that was Ryder Bates. She knew that it was wrong, and she could possibly get hurt because of it, that getting close to Ryder Bates might be her undoing. "Okay. Okay. So are you going to give him the lap dance or what?" Holly shrugged. "More or less. What do you think I should wear?"

The ma’am had come so naturally with the situation, and Valerie hadn’t even realized she said it until it was already past her lips. She dropped her shirt to the floor and then reached behind her to unhook her bra. Once it was on the floor with her shirt, she slid her sandals off while unbuttoning her pants. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her slacks, she pulled them and her panties down her legs, kicking them off and over to the side with the rest of her clothes. Once she was naked, she stood straight once more, leaving her arms dangling at her sides as she focused on Holly. “Turn around,” Holly ordered. “I want to see the body that my boyfriend’s been toying around with.”

Let me have my delusions, people. As if reading my mind, Holly casually tossed the shirt and shorts to the bed, letting the blanket fall and pool around her feet. Holy FUCK! I know I just saw her naked when Kira shifted and sat in my lap. However, that was totally different. That may have been Holly’s body, but it was Kira. This. This work of art standing completely naked before me was Holly, not just in body but in mind. This was Holly FUCKING Boland choosing to be nude in front of me, for me, I don’t know all I knew was Holly was naked again, and my brain was fried. “You should probably go to the bathroom. You know, to get a tissue or a cup to handle the drool.” Holly scoffed, breaking the

My legs gave out, partly from the ache, but mostly from the sheer, blinding pleasure rippling through me. But Holly wouldn't let me rest. She kept going, her fingers working, forcing me to look at her. She loved to be watched. It had been right there on her dating bio: Exhibitionist. I love it when you watch me. Now, I knew it wasn't a bluff. It was a fair trade, because she saw me too, the darkest, deepest parts of me where the light could never reach. "He doesn't deserve you," Holly whispered, her ragged breath hot against my face. She grunted, plunging her hips closer, hugging me so tight I could feel her heartbeat. "You deserve so much better, Karen. Don’t you ever forget that."

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.