Jules Jordan Nude Novels & Stories

after that, she excused herself and went to change as she was still going out for some shopping. Julian was very patient and waited for his goddess to be finished and when he saw her again, he had a nosebleed. This was so shameful and embarrassing, he wanted to hide somewhere deep. Juan was very satisfied seeing this reaction from Julian. She was dressed in nothing fancy but some white jeans and a black t-shirt, her midnight purple hair was tied in a ponytail and she had some studs on her earlobes. Julian realized something as he watched Juan with interest. It didn’t matter what she was dressed in, Juan looked sexy and hot wearing clothes and he also wondered how she will look when she was n

The platform sat directly beneath the largest window, bathed in that steady light that revealed every texture, every subtle shift of muscle and shadow. “Start reclining. Left side down, right knee bent, arm draped over the pillow. Look toward the window—not at me.” Julianna untied the dress without ceremony. The silk parted with a soft hiss, slid down her shoulders in a slow cascade, pooled at her feet like spilled ink. She stepped out of it, naked now except for the sandals, which she kicked off next with a quiet thud. Her body was soft where it needed to be—full breasts with dark rose areolas, rounded hips, a gentle curve to her belly that spoke of real life and strong everywhere else: def

But this time it really looks frustrating. Jullius just glanced at Damian briefly. Without feeling embarrassed at all, Jullius took off all his clothes in front of Damian. And Damian wasn't surprised at all. That muscular body looks perfect. Damian's gaze focused on that back. His gaze became sad. 'That back.' Meanwhile, Jullius didn't care at all. He remained silent under the warm shower water pouring down on his naked body. His eyes are closed. But Jullius hated closing his eyes, because every time he closed them, the woman's image appeared again.

wasn't optional, so I was stuck standing in the corner of the living room, nursing a red plastic cup and watching the door. And then Jules walked in, and my brain completely short-circuited. He wasn’t wearing his usual oversized hoodies or team gear. Instead, he was dressed in a pair of black, skin-tight jeans that hugged every line of his legs, and a sheer, dark mesh top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. You could see the lean, toned lines of his stomach and the faint dusting of hair on his chest through the fabric. He looked dangerous, he looked edible, and he knew exactly what he was doing. I gripped my plastic cup so hard the rim dug into my palm, telling myself to look aw

Her soft, full breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, and round, perky ass had made her a favorite in fashion and lingerie circles for the past two years. But today was different. Today, she was doing her first fully nude photoshoot. The man behind the camera was a legend in the industry: **Julian Black**, 38. Renowned for his fine-art and erotic photography, his work hung in prestigious galleries and the private collections of the wealthy and powerful. His images were sensual, raw, intimate, and unapologetically erotic. Julian stood near the large industrial windows, adjusting softbox lights with practiced precision. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp, chiseled features, dark hair stre

I called them Tala t-shirts because she had them made, usually skulls and blood or decapitated bodies and they were one of a kind. I walked downstairs and Jules stood waiting for me and Mrs. Walker looked at my t-shirt and I knew she was probably thinking something along the lines of “goodness gracious me.” Jules looked stunning in skintight jeans with a shirt that ended where her jeans started with knee high boots and when she walked you’d catch a glimpse of skin and somehow that was more attractive than showing everything.

she found him standing by the window facing her, no, watching her. "Why are you not in bed" She asked. "I had to attend to something on my tabloid, didn't want to disturb you" he held up the tablet in his hand. Audrey nodded absent-mindedly, her eyes trailing his exposed torso, and the marks across it, her face heating up. "They are perfect " Jordan said trading her, it was then she realized that she was naked under the duvet. "Here" Jordan held out a navy blue t-shirt, obviously his but Audrey didn't refuse it.

She folded herself backwards in an awkward crab like position. “Hold that position for a moment.” Jordan told her then he approached her and removed her bra tossing it in the corner as well. “Much better. I can see the angles of your origami paper better this way.” He told her and backed away to let her resume her positions. She went into a full bizarre exaggerated yoga routine, hunching and arching her back in cat cow and wagging her hips side to side. Crane and then into a forward fold. She was in warrior one two and three if there even was a three she was in it. She posed in downward dog and cobra with her C cup breasts pushed out in front of her. All the while Jordan had begun undressing

When I re-entered the bedroom Julius had on a pair of black shorts and was slipping on a fitted black t-shirt, and whilst he looked fucking incredible, I decided I absolutely preferred him to be naked. “Would you like to take a picture?” He chuckled as he caught me gawking. Heat flushed my cheeks, my heart fluttering at the reference to the words I’d spoken weeks ago when we’d first met. “I would actually, but without the clothes, they cover up your best assets.” I winked.