Julie Dawn Cole Nude Novels & Stories

The scene that greets me would be artistic if it wasn't so goddamn typical. Cole stands in front of an easel, completely naked except for the wine glass in his hand. A woman—also naked—poses on a velvet chaise, her body arranged in some classical position that probably has a fancy art term I don't know. Drugs are scattered across every surface. Pills, powder, God knows what else. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," I snarl. Cole doesn't even turn. Just takes a leisurely sip of wine and adds another brush stroke to his canvas. "Ah. My darling boy is here."

She hadn't felt like that since her high school days. After socializing for a couple of hours, Jeff asked Julie if she wanted to go upstairs and she readily agreed. They had sex twice again that night and, they fell asleep in Jeff's bed afterwards. The next morning, Dave, once again, caught Julie getting out of bed completely nude. Julie knew he was pretending to be sleeping this time and deliberately took her time gathering her clothes, giving Jeff's roommate a good show of her nudity. She wondered if he would masturbate later while thinking about her. The thought of him doing that turned her on a little.

Julia's teasing and commentary had me harder than I had any right to expect given I'd cum twice already. Dawn got in the act, pulling off my cock, a wet pole. "I'm going to put this fantastic cock in my hungry cunt. Get a close up of this for your slaves." I adjusted the zoom and zeroed in on her pussy sliding down over my cock. "Julia, you lucky girl, fucking this hunk for the last ten years. I hope you appreciate this cock," she moaned when I was all the way in. "I appreciate his cock more than you know," Julia replied.

I pressed my thumb against the screen to play it. The video opened in a dimly lit, unfamiliar hotel room. Cole was standing in front of a bathroom mirror shirtless, his damp dirty-blonde hair falling over his forehead as he held his phone up with a triumphant, wicked smirk. "Best victory lap in WSU territory," Cole whispered into the microphone, chuckling softly. He slowly panned the camera away from the mirror and walked over to the king-sized bed in the corner. Lying under the white duvet was a girl, completely passed out on her stomach with her face turned deeply into the pillows.

Elena needed the money. The ad was simple it a private artist seeking nude model for long sessions and the pay was good very discreet. She showed up at the loft on a quiet Tuesday afternoon. The artist was named Cole his tall, and doesn't talk much probably in his mid-thirties, with paint-stained hands and a steady gaze. The studio was large and full of natural light. A wide couch sat near the windows. A big wooden table held brushes and sketches. “You can change behind the screen,” Cole said. His voice was calm. “Take your time.”

He pulled her down hard and held her there while grinding up into her until her thighs shook. When he finished, she stayed seated a moment longer while feeling him pulse inside her. Then she lifted off. He tucked himself away. Cole was already moving. He spread a large beach towel across the mat while the edges were weighted with shoes so the wind wouldn’t catch it. Selene went to her knees on it without being told. Cole pushed her dress up over her back and pulled the swimsuit bottom down her thighs. She felt the rough towel against her palms and the cooler air on her bare skin.

I still didn't know what to do regarding nudity, remembering Julia's whispered comment to dress after Shasta's crying spree, but if I were to use the pool or hot tub, I either needed to put on a swim suit or go nude. I decided to take the bull by the horns. "Shasta, I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Would you object if I was naked?" "It's your home, Scott. You should do as you please." Not really a ringing endorsement, but since I was getting in the pool instead of the hot tub, I got naked. I went into the pool and Dawn joined me. We got maybe fifteen laps done before Dawn decided she'd waited long enough and tackled me at the shallow end of the pool and grabbing my cock

It’s so hot here and the sun has no clouds to hide behind, just clear blue skies and sun. We’re definitely getting that sun kissed skin for the wedding which is Sierra's reason for coming for so long. We’ve taken so many pictures together and even more selfies. I Sent one to my mom to show her my tan line and she called me to say how jealous she was. I love my mom. I wish she could’ve come, I wish she could help me out of this situation with Dwayne. But I hate to involve her. I ran back into the water and jumped on Aurora's back ruining her selfie.

I’d jerked off to her more times than I could count, locked in my room with my cock in my fist, scrolling through the pictures I’d secretly taken or stolen from Julian’s phone. Her in that tight little sundress at the family barbecue, the way the fabric clung to the swell of her ass. Her laughing in a bikini by the pool, tits barely contained, nipples poking against the wet fabric like they were begging to be sucked raw. I’d photoshopped every single one of them. Cropped out Julian’s stupid face, zoomed in until it was just her perfect tits spilling out, or her ass bent over in those yoga pants that made her cheeks look like two ripe peaches I wanted to bite into until they bruised.

He looked up, but if he was surprised, he hid it well. "Can't sleep?" Jenny shook her head and pointed to the cot, still folded against the wall. Cole set down his phone and slid off the bed, padding barefoot around to the cot, which he easily set up. Consciously trying to avoid staring at his broad shoulders and washboard abs, Jenny smiled her thanks as she sank onto the cot. Still wrapped in the quilt from her bed, she curled on her side, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.