Jazmine Gifford Nude Novels & Stories

The curtains were heavy velvet, but I eased them apart just enough to see. The backyard was lit by floodlights that turned the falling snow into glittering diamonds. A woman (completely naked) lay sprawled on the frosted grass like it was a summer beach. Her skin glowed pale against the white, long dark hair fanned out around her head, arms stretched above her in deliberate surrender. She arched her back, breasts high, thighs parted just enough to be obscene and artistic at the same time. She looked fearless. Owned. Radiant. And kneeling in front of her, camera raised to his eye, was Cassian.

“Send me a photo.” Jubilee had never taken a topless photo of herself, and she’d never thought she would. Yet right then, she wanted to be daring. To do something new. She pulled her tank top off, cupping one of her breasts as she took a few photos from different angles. Her nipples peaked, and she could almost feel Heath’s hands and mouth on them like when he’d touched her that night. She sent the photo and waited for Heath’s response. He swore. “Baby, are you sure you’re a virgin? Because you don’t take photos like one.”

I swallowed hard when my gown fell to the floor and I was just in my bikini, I raised my hand to cover myself, and Jamie frowned. Although this is not the first time, that I have stood nude in front of him standing under his scrutinizing makes me feel embarrassed. “What a shame?” I look at him confused. Is he feeling disgusted right now, “what hides these rare gems under a fiber of worthless pieces of dollars? You shouldn’t keep it wrapped but just for me.” I lowered my gaze as I tried to cover myself move, Jamie sighed and shook his head before he bent and pick our clothes tattered on the floor. I look at him lost.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

Then the sight of her. Jasmine was in the middle of the room, dancing like no one was watching. Her dark hair swung loose around her shoulders, wild and free. She wore nothing but a pair of tiny sleep shorts that hugged the curve of her ass and… nothing on top. Her breasts were full, bouncing slightly with every movement, nipples dark and tight from the cool air. She had her eyes closed, lips parted in a soft smile, completely lost in the rhythm, completely unselfconscious in her own skin.

"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.

I told Gio the good news over lunch the day after I signed the contract for both the modeling and the photography. "I am proud of you bella. You are really coming out of your shell. I think this Sebastian has been a good influence on you. But are you sure that you are comfortable showing that much of your own skin?" he asked, taking a drink of his lemonade. Gio knew my entire portfolio though I never showed those to him. He knew that part of my healing process had been to embrace nudity, both partial and full, from an artist point of view. I was known to be one of the most professional and most prepared photographers when it came to doing nudes or sexual and sensual shots. Money shots

And when Mathias comes home, I will tell him what those sick fucks tried to do to his twin. I returned, and Jasmine had stripped down completely naked. I asked her to take off her clothes, not her underwear. I froze in my tracks. She was a beauty. Curvy, silky smooth, unmared skin, delicate features. Her breasts were firm and rounded. I tried to avert my gaze, but I couldn't. I had seen so many naked women, but Jasmine was a goddess. I averted my gaze to control myself and led her to the bathroom. "Get in the tub and sit," I said, and she did as I had told her.

Almost simultaneously, in the dimly lit office with the faint glow of a desk lamp and soft jazz music playing from the speakers to mask the moans, Tina climbed onto Gito's body on the soft, long sofa. The 19-year-old girl, with her slender body and innocent black eyes, looked at her boss with complete obedience. "Sir... I'm going to climb on top, woman on top like yesterday... slowly at first, okay?" she whispered softly,

) Crystal glided through the water to the shallow end, pretending to be unaware that her perky C-cup tits were exposed, and she surfaced right in front of Jeff. She stood up in the belly-deep water, and tilted her head back, sweeping the hair from her face with both hands, while at the same time giving Jeff a great "inadvertent" view of her naked tits. Even from her husband's long-distance vantage point, he could see that her nipples were stiff-no doubt from a combination of the cool air on her wet body and her arousal at exposing them to her fantasy lover.