Jenna Wolfe Nude Novels & Stories

It was a shock since I saw my shredded dress lying on the ground earlier. Brax laughed at my surprise as we both stood there naked in the moonlight; grabbing my hand, he led me back towards the house, sitting on the table in the backyard where there were two robs. He picked them up, handing me one and putting the other one himself. We made our way inside the house. It was dark and quiet. Everyone else had gone to bed. Once in Braxs room, he went and turned the shower on so that we could shower. I sat on the bed, my body tired and sore, but I had a new sense of power surging through my body. I felt like I had more control over myself now; I think Brax had been right. Unlocking my wolf would h

It was pathetically ridiculous. I didn't know how long I sat there, paralyzed, before I finally calmed down. The first thing I did was to unlock my phone and book a flight to Portia for seven days from now. Portia was the city of my dreams, which I had given up just to stay by Zane's side. Now, I was going to pick up my brush again and chase the art dream I had put on hold for love for far too long. Next, I zipped the sordid photos from the laptop and sent them to my best friend, Renee Jones. Her call came through almost instantly, and her voice was full of shock and fury.

Well then, two could play that game, let's hope humans enjoyed clueless wolves. * I was glad when Jenna had actually prepared two suits the next night. I'd stayed in the omega quarters all day long, skipping training and meetings with the Alpha and he had not communicated with me even once. It was hard to keep him out of my head especially when Aela kept reminding me how much of a bitch he was. "Why'd you agree to this?" I asked Jenna when she placed six swimsuits on the bed in front of us. "You're actually pretty so I was looking forward to making you over plus you've lived such a boring life, I thought it was a good chance to show you what you'd actually been missing the entire time." She

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.

Jenna continued crying, and it broke my heart. "It's already too late now. We have to end our affair so that you can move on with your life and career too. You should go to Alex and be with him. I think he's the one recording you both nude for me to see and to be aware. So you should leave here," I told her. "Alex wouldn't record me. What are you talking about?" Jenna asked me, denying her affair with Alex. I unlocked my phone where I had saved some of the nude videos and showed it to Jenna.

Sexy? I wasn't sure, but the numbers some creators pulled in made my eyes widen. If I could just push through the shame, maybe I could save her. My name's Jenna, 24, with curves that always turned heads but never paid the bills. Long auburn hair, full breasts that strained against any top, and hips that swayed without trying. I set up the account that afternoon, username 'Jenna Lusts', profile pic a teasing shot of me in lingerie. 'Helping a girl out...join the fun and make a difference,' I captioned it vaguely. No one needed to know about Mom. Not yet.

She loved the thought of that. The dragons all walked to the beach and shifted. They had all been swimming naked, except Jenna. She even thought that was funny. Nudity was not an issue now. She had even just had a full-blown conversation with Yale while he was naked, and she hadn’t even thought about it.

“Just five more.” I am wearing stonewashed denim shorts that barely cover my ass, a slight hint of my bum crease visible, below my belly, but not too low. A tight white crop top, covering only my breasts, it is somewhat see-through, enough to make my lace bra show. My stomach is bare, tanned, and toned. As I step my way into the lounge, I watch as his eyes grow wide and his jaw drops into total shock, “For fuck sakes, Jenna.”

"Goddamn, look at her!" Kenny smiled as he watched Danny scroll through dozen photos that he'd pretty much memorized at this point. Jenna, a tall busty blue eyed blonde, was absolute perfection, and it showed in her photos which ranged from an elegant evening gown, to a naughty schoolgirl outfit and lingerie. "Available for erotic shoots." Danny read part of her description. "I am as playful as I am professional and will pose semi-nude. For an additional f*e I am willing to engage in photos portraying simulated sex. I am not an escort or sex worker, so please be professional and a gentleman. Modeling is a career, and to many, art. It's not pornography."

I stop in my tracks when the door opens to reveal Jenna. Fuck! She’s wearing nothing but a white bedsheet, her white hair loosely curled and hanging down her back. She looks like a Goddess! “Jenna,” I swallow hard, not able to articulate what I want to say. My eyes roam over Jenna’s body. There’s not much exposed but her shoulders and the bottom of her legs. But I know that she’s naked beneath that sheet. What the fuck is she trying to do to me? “Like what you see?” Jenna asks with a hint of cheek in her voice.