Jasmine Peterson Nude Novels & Stories

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

I’ve seen hundreds of naked women, but there’s something about Jasmine that makes her stand out, and she doesn’t even know it. She’s of average height, but not any part of her body has gone under the knife, yet every curve is perfection, and her skin looks smooth and soft. “Get in the shower.” With unsteady legs, she steps in while I adjust the water temperature. My cock instantly hardens as she goes under the spray, and the water runs through her naked body. With clenched jaw, I grab my body wash and pour it into my palm, and then I spread my hands on her smooth back.

The taste of despair disguised as calm. The one we’re taught to swallow with elegance. But not this time. Not me. I am not a woman to be replaced. I am Cassandra. I rise, naked beneath the silk dress. And in the mirror, I meet another woman. A wounded woman, yes, but sharp, ready. I think back to his absences. To those nights when he stopped responding. To that foreign perfume on his collar. To that vacant look that told me everything without saying it. And I understand.

No…connection. Christ. He must be a fucking wussy-loser if he’d rather be rolling in the sheets playing kissy-face with some nameless woman than participating in a threesome with an uninhibited stripper. The action increased. Kane pumped his hips, Jasmine started to come, Kane shouted and came. Kade wondered if they’d notice that he hadn’t come. In fact, his dick was semi-soft. Jasmine laughed, lifted off Kade’s pole and rolled onto Kane, keeping his cock inside her, biting his neck like a pesky little dog.

"Hey, Aaron! Did you know this!?" My friend Jasmine was just released from her schedule today. She is a pornstar too, second to someone I admire. She and I never worked together but since we were from the same university and she was my senior who inspired me into this field, I respect her vastly. Jasmine holds a pamphlet in her hand and swings it on my face. Removing the bands of the camera strings from my hand, I hold onto the pamphlet to read it briefly.

"But I'm not scared. You can try it if you want." Ophelia was stunned. She had never seen someone so bold when facing death. And sadly, she knew the woman was right. She was too weak to fight properly now. "What's your name?" Ophelia asked slowly, lowering the knife now. "Jasmine." Jasmine answered with a seductive smile as she calmly peeled off the towel around her body. She walked naked toward the closet like she didn't care at all. Ophelia could see her bared shaved pussy, her breasts with brown nipples, then her curvy body.

Petra stared at Sasha with wide eyes anticipating whatever idea she had. Her idea got her into this mess, it would probably get her out of it. “Some drum rolls please.” “Sasha please, now's not the time,” Petra replied. She understood that Petra was simply trying to get her to lighten up, but the only thing on her mind was how to get out of the mess she had gotten herself into. Sasha's face straightened into an emotionless one. “Okay, I'll be serious now. You know I have embarrassing pictures and videos I can use to blackmail you, right?”

Ethan queried. "Wanna sleep with me?" He squinted his eyes at her and turned around but the next second Jasmine was out of the bed. Without turning back she picked up her torn t-shirt with her bound hands as she deliberately tried to cover her body. Placing his elbow on the pillow and head in his palm he scrutinized her every move. She didn't turn around or look at him, didn't even care to untie the knot. That shreds did no justice to cover her body as his eyes clearly saw her pale skin and that heavenly curves. She has small waist with wide hips, much to his liking. Jasmine's hands reached out to the door knob as she was about to open it but then his words stopped her.