Jessie Flower Nude Novels & Stories

"They call us dreamers, but we're the ones that don't sleep" His Flower's Point Of View After King Calix left, a girl that looked like a female version of him came through the doors. I tried to hide under the covers, but she had already spotted me. A huge smile took over her face when she saw me. I wanted to cover my face with my hands and shield the tears that had dried. She came towards me with a slight bounce to her steps, her eyes never leaving mine and her smile never faltering.

I hesitated only a moment before I strode through the door. The sight that greeted me took my breath away. Jessa lay on the bed without a stitch of clothing on her beautiful body. Her back was bent slightly, lifting her hips off the bed. Her legs were longer than I thought, her calves toned and muscular, her thighs pillowy. Her stomach jiggled as she twitched and writhed, her breasts swaying with the movement. Her nipples were hard and pointed with pleasure, dark and swollen from being touched and kissed. The smooth, creamy skin of her neck had slight markings on it. And her face—her lips pursed, her nostrils flared, her blue eyes darkened with lust.

Feeling luscious and silky. Jessie patted her belly with a smile, wondering what her baby would look like. She reached a hand over to turn the tap off, then stepped slowly into the water to submerge herself. She let out a sigh, feeling contented. Jessie leant back, closing her eyes, indulging her senses in the soft floral scent. (When Jessie opened her eyes, the girl from her dreams was staring down at her. Jessie sat up with a gasp. "Who are you? How did you get in here?" Jessie asked, trying to use the soap foam to hide her body.

"When I have time, I will take it out for a walk to lose weight." Jessie saw that the two of them were having fun and smiled as she asked what breakfast they wanted to eat and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast with Nanny Chen and the rest. Madam Restall and Jouvita were in the courtyard fiddling with the flowers that they bought from the flower market yesterday. They saw Jessie from the kitchen window and called her out to let her choose the flowers that they had already planted. Jouvita saw that the flowers that Madam Restall inserted were beautiful and particular and became interested. She had been learning from Madam Restall since she came back yesterday.

How petty. "Anyways." I shoot him a look and stop in front of the window, bending to look down and gasping in excitement at what I see. "I knew I wasn't crazy!" I exclaim, pointing at the small patch of purple flowers that still sit at the base of the window. I tense a little when Erik presses against my arm to see what I was yelling about. I could feel the tension between us, blooming from something as tiny as our arms brushing. "Last night, I wiped my tears on my hand, and put it there, and when I picked it up, those flowers were blooming!" I look up at him with a grin on my face, faltering when I realize I'm inches away from him, and he's already staring at me.

The sight alone is enough to pull the breath from my lungs. Jessie stops dead in her tracks. Her eyes widen—something between shock and confusion—and she stares at the stones as if she’s seeing something impossible. I follow her gaze. Fresh flowers. The built-in vases are filled. Full. Overflowing. These flowers are bright, unwilted—far too fresh to have been placed weeks ago. “Those flowers look far fresher than a few weeks ago,” I mutter under my breath. “Who—why would they… how?” Jessie stutters, her voice crumbling. I place a hand on her shoulder, grounding her gently.

Jessica huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, which only serves to push her breasts up. ‎Francis doesn't even look embarrassed. "Hi, I'm Francis. I’ve... I've always admired you from the window," he stammers. "I’ve spent hours imagining you naked every time you go on a run. I’m a painter, Jessica. Seriously. Do you have any idea how your curves are built? Would you... would you let me do a nude portrait? I’d pay. No face, just... the body. It’ll be a masterpiece." ‎Jessica huffs a laugh. "Does your girlfriend know you’re hitting on her arch-enemy while she’s in the shower? Or is the 'art' just an excuse for you to be a creep?”

Riza followed suit, her dress slipping off her shoulders, revealing her perfect, naked body. I drank in the sight of them, their curves, their soft skin, their hard nipples. They were a vision, a dream come true. I reached out, pulling them into my arms, my mouth capturing Jessy's as my hands explored Riza's body. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I rolled them between my fingers, eliciting a gasp from her. Jessy's hands were at my waist, pushing my pants down, freeing my cock completely. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, stroking me slowly, teasingly. I groaned into her mouth, my hips thrusting forward, seeking more friction.

In the video, Jessy—clearly drunk—grabbed Reno’s collar, pulled him down on top of her, kissed him repeatedly, bit his ear, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt one by one. “W—Wait…” Jessy swallowed. “This… this is me?” Reno nodded calmly. “Yes. That’s you.” Jessy stared blankly as the video showed her crawling to Reno’s neck, whispering, “I WANT THIS, COME ON TOUCH ME,” then dragging Reno onto the bed. “I…” Jessy choked. “I was the one who started it?” Reno nodded again. “Yes.” Jessy immediately hid under the blanket. “OH MY GOOOOOD!!!”

Jess smiled, forming a new plan. “Fine, I’ll give you a choice. You can do the first thing, or you have to undress till your in your boxers and then go outside and make a proper snowflake.” Jess said and looked back at Joshua. The challenged was clear in her eyes. Joshua smirked at her daring manner.