Julie Dawn Cole Nude Novels & Stories

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

I don't want it to. I pick up my phone again, ready to move on to the next photo. This one is a little merciful, in the fact that it doesn't cause another pause of my heart. It's basically Cole, his tongue poked out with a crazy grin on his face, with Jude in the background, uh, with his middle finger on display. This time he's thankfully dressed, but in a sleeveless undershirt. Cole is standing behind the couch that he is sat on, so that I can just see his back and I of course recognise his hair.

and she tugged down my shorts, “know about this, a’nd she kissed me again, finding my tongue She may have been double my age, but DAMN that woman knew what she was doing, and before I knew what was going on, we were naked and getting in the shower. "Let's hop in the shower first. I know how grubby I feel, and I want this handsome young man clean” Julie just laughed to herself, and started to slowly peel the tank top upward over her stomach. She got to her breasts, and rubbed her hands over them, pinching her excited nipples through the thin cloth. She peeled it up a couple of inches on one side, and gave me a peek at one breast. My dumbfounded look stopped me cold in the middle of taking my

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

Every time he walked through the door in those fitted tees, Lena's pussy clenched like it had a mind of its own. Tonight, Ryan was out of town for a conference. Perfect. Lena slipped into the sluttiest dress she owned—a deep red bodycon number with a neckline that plunged to her navel, no bra, and a hem so short it barely covered her ass. The fabric clung to every curve, thin enough that her hard nipples poked through like invitations. No panties either. She wanted him to see how wet she was when she bent over. Cole was in the living room, sprawled on the couch watching a game, beer in hand.

“You look like you need vitamin D and dick pics. In that order.” Stella snorted into her coffee. I managed a tiny laugh despite myself and sank onto the couch, pulling Nicholas’s hoodie tighter around me like armor. For the first time in forty-eight hours, the air felt almost normal. Jules flicked through her phone, showing us photos from some dating app she’d apparently downloaded “for research.” Shirtless guys on yachts, guys with puppies, guys doing that obnoxious finger-to-the-lip pose. “Okay, but look at this one,” Jules said, zooming in on a bronze god with dimples sharp enough to cut glass. “Tell me you wouldn’t let him ruin your life for a weekend.”

“Strip and get on your knees. Show me how sorry you are with that pretty mouth of yours.” Cole says. Cole's degrading words send a thrill of arousal and shame through me as I unzip my dress and step out of it. Holt and Cole both look at my body unabashedly. They look at me with a mix of entitlement and possessiveness that makes my stomach flip. I undo my bra and step out of my lace thong so that I’m completely naked. I’m about to drop to my knees, but Holt stops me.

Julian helps me speed the action, pushing it down to reveal black boxer briefs. Damn. Julian is delicious everywhere. Beautiful, big, and hard. His cock is ready, with the crown poking above the waistband of his boxers. Its shiny pre-cum entices me, urging me to pull his underwear below his hips, which I do. Julian is the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen, standing there with his trousers undone, his cock blatantly bare and lusciously hard, and his muscles tense and powerful.

For some reason, a nap sounded divine. But Julianna obviously wasn’t feeling the divinity of the moment. “Colton?” She shook my arm again. I blinked my eyes open, rolled my head to look at her fully. Damn, she was as stunning as usual. But that gray dress, with the slit, and those long, lethal legs that ended in sexy-ass high heels...it was not good for my pure, innocent thoughts I was supposed to be having around her. I suddenly wanted to see her in nothing but those heels.

MAYA Of all the people that Miss Waters could pick. How am I going to concentrate when its freaking Cole? He is shirtless, and his abs look like they were chiseled by a master sculpture. He is glistening with sweat, and his chest moves as he breathes heavily from his workout. “Dear moon goddess, please help me.” I murmur under my breath. “Keisha.” Cole nods at Miss Waters. “Hello, Cole.” She returns his acknowledgement.