Jelly Beans Nudes Novels & Stories

She eyed the jeans warily before walking into the bedroom; with Fiana following slowly behind. The scene caused Pam to stop in her tracks at the threshold of the door. A naked, well-built man and sumptuous woman lay across the bed on their backs as they languidly smoked a joint. Ignoring Pam, the woman looked over at Fiana and smiled while reaching her hand out toward her. “Come,” she moaned. Pam stared boldly at the deep curves of the woman’s body. Under different circumstances her large, full breasts and round, inviting figure would have been alluring. But now they only served to enrage her.

She is finding it an education. Natalie picks at her knee. "Damn, these were new this morning." "You've ripped them?" "Yeah, he wanted a BJ. Ripped 'em while I was kneeling." Jenny thinks about this then, "What's a Bee Jay?" Natalie rolls her eyes. "Where've you come from? You know… BJ. Blow job. Very popular. Good money for not a lot of work. You want to try it. With looks like yours, you'd make a packet."

"Is there something wrong, Aunt Jasmine?" "Your father asked me to bring you something." Jasmine entered the room and placed the items on the table. Madelyn closed the door and watched as Jasmine took discs from the box. "You can watch these in the evenings." Madelyn stared at the images on the discs, and her reaction showed extreme shock. They were all in unreadable Jonirian, featuring several women dressed in alluring kimonos. Without a doubt, Madelyn knew what the content was. She could only describe it as 'absurd'.

ELARA. I drop my shirt on the floor and reach for my jeans. "Slower," Dante says. "I need to see how you move." I work the button open slowly, slide the zipper down, push the denim over my hips. His eyes track every movement like he's cataloging it for later reference. When I step out of the jeans I'm standing in his studio in just my bra and underwear. "Everything," he says. I unhook my bra and let it fall. My underwear follows. Now I'm completely naked under the spotlight and he's looking at me the way other people look at religious art.

The moans climbed higher, more frantic, and more desperate in a way I'd never once heard from a man who looked like he was always at war with the whole world. I pushed the door. The room was nearly dark with just one lamp throwing amber across half of him, and the half I could see undid me where I stood. Jeremy Kellason. He sat on his couch like a sin no one had taught me to be ashamed of. Completely naked. His head was tipped back against the cushion, the long line of his throat working as his fist moved over his thick, flushed cock leaking at the tip, in hard, furious strokes that were almost punishing, like he was angry at himself.

His friend stripped down with a challenging stare in her direction, resulting in her turning her back, but still removing her bottoms and top, leaving her clad only in a light pink bra and white bottoms. Kendrick waded in the water before she was done, with Joel right behind him. It wasn't hard to guess the reason. Watching her splash water over her creamy body, her bra getting more and more translucent, displaying nipples, erect and evident even through the fabric, Joel wondered if anyone would notice him jerking one off. "We have a problem," Kendrick muttered, his gaze fixed on their very own water nymph. "Do we have to talk about it right now?" Joel asked, fascinated by the image of Ruth

Jenny just shook her head slowly and said, “It’s time to give it up, kids. We lost. I guess this one stays and whether we like it or not, we’re the Beauty Queens.” “What happened?” Kim asked. She hadn’t been close enough to read the small note herself. “‘What happened’ is that some SOB took pictures of the six of us working out in our new gym. And as you’ve probably guessed, we do it nude. What they did was to take the best picture of each of us, airbrush in a bikini, and here they are.” She tried unsuccessfully to control her grin as she added, “The note says that the next one — if there has to be a next one — will be the same pictures without the retouching.”

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Right now I wished we had missed everything. I sat in the middle chair, fingers hovering over the keyboard like they had a mind of their own. My eyes were glued to the screen, but my stomach was somewhere on the floor. There she was—Nina—completely naked except for those stupid diamond waist beads and the heels that made her legs look endless. She was kneeling in front of the open drawer, holding that thick black dildo like it was a live grenade. Her face… God, her face. Wide eyes, jaw slack, trying so hard to stay calm while her cheeks burned red.

Arousal rushed through Belinda—arousal and anticipation. Her hands moving quickly, she pulled her sweater over her head and pushed down her jeans. Draven watched as she unhooked her bra and took off her panties, taking in her full brown-tipped breasts and her perfectly rounded hips. Now completely nude, Belinda lay her stomach on the desk, her feet on the floor and her ass pointed upward. Her face was only a few inches from Draven's chest. Looking up, she gazed into his smothering dark eyes.