Jessie Sims Nude Novels & Stories

Or not. Because when Kier stepped into the training yard, he tensed. Moira's eyes flitted across to the familiar blonde in the flimsiest clothing she had ever seen on a woman. A thin wrap covered Jessamine's breasts, revealing a generous amount of cleavage on which sweat clung. The skin bounced with each blow she delivered against her partner. Her stomach was bare and Moira hated that she could admire a woman's body. The slimness of her waist was terrifying and the flare of her hips into that pair of tight pants was liquid sin.

But when his gaze landed on me, it was the way one might look down at a filthy insect crawling near their feet. "Let me ask you again," he said, each word clipped. "Where were you last night?" I was weak—my whole body hollowed out by illness and injury. The blow had left me dazed, my senses drifting. I had no strength left to fight back. But years of being crushed underfoot had left something twisted inside me—something that no longer wanted to stay quiet. I knew exactly what would make him lose control. "I slept with a stranger," I said slowly and clearly. "Wanted to see if it felt good. To know if someone like you—who screws like a stud horse—actually delivers any pleasure at all."

Obey. I don’t even make it to the stairs. A hand clamps around my wrist (tall guy, glasses, messy brown hair) and he drags me behind the tallest shelf in the back corner. The others follow like zombies. Six becomes ten becomes fifteen. The whole basement floor empties toward me. “Need her now,” someone mutters. “Fuck, look at that little skirt.” Hands rip my crop top over my head. My tits bounce free. The thong is torn away in one yank. I’m naked except for sneakers and the glittery ANGEL lettering now smeared across my chest in sweat.

With the money there on the show I could make that wish come true. 'But not by stripping naked,' said Alice Moore indignantly. 'My daughter is naked on TV - such a shame.' 'I wasn't naked,' Jill protested, thinking with unease that she'd felt the same way, 'I was wearing a bikini.' 'Like that one would make a big difference,” her mother fumed. 'Anyway, what will Simon say to that? Do you think he'll ever want to date you again if he finds out about this?” Jill rolled her eyes. “Mom, I don't really care what Simon thinks about it. I don't care to go out with him again.'

He laughed at her, making her feel embarrassed. Music started. Without saying a word to each other she had swung herself high on the pole but she didn't take her clothes off. After eight minutes of dancing, she was surprised he didn't ask her to take her clothes off yet. She felt ease not really comfortable but it was still a good thing. She didn't enjoy having to take them off. Thirty minutes now ,she still had not gotten naked.

"Now that's something you'll need a hand with…" "Didn't need help zipping it up, and I don't need help zipping it down." Finally, after an eternal struggle, I got it unzipped. "Now, Mr. Nelson..."—I slid my dress down and stopped halfway over my breasts. Josh drew a sharp breath, but his eyes still didn't leave mine—"if your cock so much as twitches beneath me, I get to choose how the night ends.” He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head, with a you-really-think-you can-call-the-shots expression. I ignored it and released my dress, allowing it to fall down to my waist. My nipples hardened as the cool air whispered around them.

I laugh at my own nervousness and playfully push her back on the bed. "I'll do it." I tell her, lifting her feet and removing her shoes and socks. "Now the jeans?" I ask. "Now the jeans." She says, leaning back and shoving them down over her hips. I watch her tits bounce from side to side as she wiggles out of her jeans. Grabbing the pant legs, I pull them off. What a sight! Jasmine is lying back on my bed in just her black thong, smiling at me. Her thick black bush pushes against the thin material covering her pussy and stray hairs curl around the edges of it. I want to take it slowly, but I can't wait to see her completely naked. It's like I'm afraid that at any time I could wake up and fi

Earl asked. Jessie, matter of fact. "I'm a nudist. Started doing it last week." "Like all over your house?" "No. Mom won't let me. Just my room." "So why you got clothes on now?" "Because mom explained that not everybody likes to have nude people around. You're supposed to ask." Earl turns to look at his friend. "You didn't ask me." Jessie smiles. "I thought you'd think I was weird." Earl banged shoulders with his best friend. "I do. But you're still my best friend."

Jessie was naked under a single shirt, Nyll saw his naked upper half and touched his chest, here and there, wherever Nyll wanted to knead and press her hands into, but unlike Jessie, Nyll still had her chest mounds covered by a piece of sports bra. "I wanna have a taste of these two," Jessie bent his head down to Nyll's chest. The latter had no choice other than to arch her back to give way for Jessie to do as he wanted. Jessie guided Nyll to lean her elbows on the table behind her while she bent her body backward.

Charlie must have hidden inside the house because he was no longer on the porch, and even when we entered the living room, he was nowhere to be found. “Yeah, it was -” I cough, choking at the last word when Jessamine takes off her wet clothes without warning. “Take off your clothes, Aiden. I don’t want you to get sick.” She glanced over her shoulder as she removed her pants, keeping her underwear. I swallowed hard, scanning her divinely beautiful body. My mouth gaped when Jessamine turned around, looking like a seductive goddess in her black underwear. I had seen her naked many times, but today… I was captivated, bewitched.