Jennifer Van Damsel Nude Novels & Stories

“I need to go and get a few things. While I’m out of the room you’re going to strip yourself naked. From now on, when we’re alone in this room together you will always be naked.” Christ, what had she been thinking? “I want you at the edge of the bed on your hands and knees, your legs spread nice and wide.” Damien unlocked the door and left the room, leaving her in a slightly dazed state. Sitting up, she removed the teddy. Well, that seemed like a waste of money. Always naked in their bedroom? Was he kidding? She was pretty sure he wasn’t. Not in the slightest. On her hands and knees, Jessa positioned herself at the edge of the bed then spread her legs wide. She blushed, realizing exactly how

His thumb began to rub slow circles against her clit, teasing the sensitive flesh until she was squirming in his arms. Taslah watched with hungry eyes, her chest rising and falling with excitement. She reached behind her, her own hands unzipping the tight black dress, letting it fall to the floor. She was naked underneath, her body a canvas of tanned skin and curves that made even Damien’s heart stumble in his chest. She walked closer to them as she knelt down between Lilah’s legs, her eyes never leaving Damien’s.

"For Blaire to be shamelessly sleeping with him, then he must be really good in bed." Damian took off his shirt, revealing his abs. Ella felt her mouth watering as she saw his body. He was built more than she had expected and she could not stop herself from staring at his body. Ella immediately pulled her dress off her body and threw it aside, revealing her naked body and spreading her legs wide apart. Staring at her middle, Damian bit down on his lower lip, a thousand and one thoughts running through his mind on how to use her and make Jacob wish for death when he would see the video.

As if he wanted—no, needed—it to go on, until the end. She watched his face as her hand massaged. The muscles along his square jaw jumped and his sensuous lips parted. Damien Vane was a gorgeous man. No wonder he had so many women. The thought of that long list of mistresses, and the angry wife, made Abbey's hand miss a beat. But Damien didn't appear to notice. His Adam's apple leaped once, twice, and his hand found Abbey's leg again. He pushed her skirt up the short distance it needed to go so he could get his hand inside. He rubbed against the damp panties, pressing her swollen folds.

she said, trying to hide the fact that she had been crying. Jun knew she was lying. He could see the sadness in her eyes. "Hwa, you can talk to me. What's wrong?" he asked, hoping that she would open up to him. Hwa looked down at her hands and took a deep breath. "I did something bad, Jun. I cheated on Yeon," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. -------------------------TBC---------------------

I stood completely naked before him, nipples hard, thighs pressed together in a pointless attempt to hide how wet I already was. The vulnerability hit me like a wave. I felt exposed, small, and strangely powerful at the same time. Master Damien stepped closer. His fingers traced my collarbone, then lower, brushing over my breasts. He pinched both nipples firmly, rolling them until I gasped. “Beautiful. Responsive. These will look lovely with clamps.” He continued his inspection, hands moving over my waist, my hips, squeezing my ass cheeks and spreading them slightly. A soft whimper escaped me when his fingers brushed between my legs from behind.

A thin string of her wetness stretched down her inner thigh. Damien took her wrists and raised them high above her head. He used the ring ropes to tie them in place, stretching her athletic body tight. The position forced her back to arch and pushed her generous hips forward. Her breasts jutted out. Her shaved pussy was completely exposed, lips swollen and glistening under the flickering lights.

The dressing room had its own rhythm and I had long stopped fighting it. Destiny stepping into fishnets like it was nothing. Camille reapplying gloss with surgical focus. Two newer girls already in heels, laughing about something swallowed by the bass bleeding through the walls. Thongs on chair backs. Three perfumes competing. Skin and mirrors and the particular noise of women preparing for work. Nobody performed discomfort here. They had all made their decision and moved past it. I understand that now. I thought about Kofi while I adjusted my straps.

And a woman’s. I stepped inside, heart pounding. The sight before me was nothing short of a nightmare. Damian, my husband, my partner, was sprawled on the bed—our bed for the night—with a woman draped over him, her body barely covered by the silk sheets. Dark waves of hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, her lips curled in satisfaction. Vanessa Harrington. A model. Younger, impossibly beautiful, and now—apparently—his. The champagne bottle slipped from my fingers, hitting the plush carpet with a dull thud. Both of them turned.

But ultimately, she melted under his gaze and slipped the tiny bikini on just to please him. Thamnithi was already waiting completely naked in the outdoor jacuzzi beside the house. The area was shielded by a domed roof, plunging them into their own private, steamy world. Once Kajarin was ready, she stepped out to join him. The young man, lounging in the bubbling water, watched with hungry eyes as the petite woman approached. Kajarin had swept her hair up into a messy, high bun with strands cascading down her neck, looking devastatingly similar to the day they first met. The only difference was that today, she was wearing a criminally skimpy bikini that left absolutely nothing to the imaginat