Jocelyn Writer Nude Novels & Stories

"Ah, I almost forgot that. Don't worry, honey, I'll be gentle." "No, I like rough sex." "Wait, what?" "I like watching porn videos when I'm bored. And from those porn videos, I think hardcore is more fun." "As my princess commands." Jean then stripped off his clothes. "God, this is heaven. You know, Jean, seeing a handsome man naked is the greatest moment of my entire fucking life." "Well then, enjoy the show, darling." Jean then took off his pants. Now, he was completely naked. Alexa's heart was racing and she became nervous looking at Jean's athletic body. Jean had muscular, eight-pack abs and strong biceps. His smooth skin made Alexa even wetter.

You don't want your mom catching her little daughter sexting and fingering herself because of her bad stepson. I hesitantly walked to the door and locked it with the latch. Returning to my phone, I replied: Locked. Jayden: Good. Now, get naked for me, baby. I'm naked for you right now. See? *sends full nude pic grabbing his huge cock* Fuck! What was Jayden doing to me? I didn't even realize I was drooling. His body, from head to toe, was something to die for. Yvonne must be lucky. After staring at the picture for what felt like forever, I finally took off my clothes.

My palm twists gently over the head of my cock, My hips rocking forward, embracing the adrenaline flooding my body I closed my eyes tight, and there she is—Jules. Radiant, confident, her naked skin glowing under imagined light, Her breasts are perfect, nipples drawn tight. I picture her stepping into the shower with me and the steam from the shower curling around us, our bodies unclad and free.

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.

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

"Like someone I’d want to be." "Exactly," Jocelyn said with a smirk. I ran my fingers over the cover, then slowly opened it, flipping through. Every page was stunning. Crisp spreads. Dynamic layouts. Unique color blocking. All so perfectly executed. "The article," Petra added, leaning over to point at one spread, "talks about your relationship with Ronan, its ups and downs. Basically everything you told us.” "I... I don't even know what to say," I whispered. "Then don’t say anything yet," Mrs. Jocelyn said, rising.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

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.

Nico stayed buried, groaning through his orgasm, filling him up. When it was over, we all collapsed. Sweaty. Shaking. Stuck together. Jayden was still whimpering into the pillow when I rolled onto my back, legs open, soaked and aching. “Someone’s still hungry,” Nico murmured, eyes dark as he leaned over me. His gaze dropped to where I was dripping. “She’s shaking,” he whispered to Jayden. “Look at her. All that moaning got her soaked.” Jayden crawled closer, still flushed, his hair a mess. “She didn’t even touch herself, did she?”

“I want to ride you. Right now.” “As you wish, baby.” I replied, standing up while holding her to sit on the sofa at a corner of the room. The first thing Jocelyn did was taking off her robe and flinging it to the floor, leaving her hot and naked. Afterward, she reached into my pant to grab and jack my off my cock. As I hardened in her hold, I attached my lips to her right nipple and began flicking her right one, basking in the sweet moans that escaped her as she carefully aligned my cock to her entrance.