Holly Evans Nude Novels & Stories

if he ever suspected, even a little, that I am not some humble human priest but also a motherfucking monster hidden inside a black holy cloth. As we all settled around the fireplace, silence sliced us like some knife...screams of agony surrounded the entire realm. Her screams, and then sounds of cheers and claps...then more screams and cries. I don't think I could bear her pain if I even go there...I might definitely snap at those foolish werewolves for being so happy while Freya is clearly in pain.

A little while later, when Andrei strolled back into the bedroom, Holly sat naked on the edge of the bed, drying her hair with a towel. "I didn't want to touch your clothes," she said, explaining her nude state. "The last time I was in there, you weren't too happy with me." "The last time you were in there, you acted like you were possessed," he replied as he stepped into the walk-in closet, returning a moment with a long-sleeved t-shirt and sweatpants. "Not the best fashion around, but I'm sure you'll make them look good," he said, throwing the clothes at her, a cheeky smile tugging at his lips when she fumbled to catch them since her eyes were on the towel around his waist.

I cleared my throat, eyeing the beautiful globe of her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. I wondered if she had left the room in this way. She wouldn't have dared to. For some reason, her breasts look fuller, and her nipples even rosier. I noticed that yesterday after cupping her breasts. They fit perfectly into my hands. Although they did fit before, they were much more fuller. Deirdre climbed down from the bed slowly; she walked towards me and turned her back, leaning forward. She stepped out of the jeans she wore, pulling off her panties as well, and she sat on the floor, her legs spread apart.

‘Perhaps she wasn’t curious enough to explore the area,’ I thought, then heard the rippling of water and my heart skipped a beat when a figure emerged from the stream, completely nude. “Dear God!” I muttered under my breath, seeing her beautiful body on total display. Her hair which was held up and in a bun atop her head before was left loose now, and it fell down her shoulders, covering her left breast, but leaving the other one uncovered. She was round, full, and luscious. My entire body stood at attention for her. I couldn’t help trailing my eyes down her front to the v spot between her legs and I saw it was matted with hair, I released a shaky breath. Her hips were wide and round and her

"Bend over, Holly -- I want your ass." Holly let out a breath that was more like a moan, and suddenly the expression of longing on her face was open and intense. She turned around, and braced herself on the sofa -- bent over, knees on the cushions, her hands and forehead against the sloping back of the couch, her ass raised. She was naked except for her black choker and her knee-high black and white socks, and as Simon looked at her hanging tits, her shapely thighs, and her round, firm, virgin ass, he felt like his cock was ready to explode all over again.

I could now wake up without feeling like a piece of shit. I gently nibble on my bottom lip. The excitement isn't there. In fact, I feel a slight pain in my chest. I am still lost in a world of thoughts when I hear a voice. “Kris Evans?” A soft, feminine voice calls out, I immediately turn around. “Yes?” A smile is plastered on her face, and her blonde hair is wrapped in a bun. I am stunned just staring at her. The lights in the room highlight her strikingly blue eyes.

Holly had just finished packing up for the night when her phone buzzed with calls from numbers she did not recognize, followed by a barrage of crude and mean texts. Something was definitely off. Then, like a bad joke, a hashtag flashed across her screen. #PianoProdigyExposed in Racy Photos, Friends Claim She's a Total Mess# #Who Knew the Piano Girl Had Such Weird Tastes# With shaking hands, Holly clicked on the link and her heart sank. She was in the video. She was in the dressing room, changing her brassiere. Because of some meds she was on, she has been dealing with the embarrassing issue of leaking fluids.

And in a little over an hour Holly had consumed almost half the bottle of vodka and watched about five explicit lap dancing videos. She was tipsy but she also felt like a sex goddess as she practiced some of the moves. A text from Ryder came in her phone signalling that he was on his way. "Ohhhhhhh." Holly thought as she walked into her closet almost tripping on some invisible rope she could have sworn was on the floor. She picked a sexy red wraparound gown she had bought on her shopping spree with Kim. She tried not to think too much about what Kim said. It didn't matter to her. She whispered to herself as she picked out black lacy underwear.

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.”

Monica bit her lower lip for a moment before she continued, dragging out my anticipation, "…she reached around and undid my bra, so then I was like, completely topless…" I swallowed hard and shifted in my seat, my erection actually hurting at this point. "He was totally staring at my, um… chest… It was so weird! Then Holly leaned in and kissed, um, this one…" She reached up and cupped her right breast. I helplessly watched her and for the first time stared at her nude form without trying to hide it.