Julie London Nude Novels & Stories

Outside, the city was screaming with life—sirens, bass from the clubs, the restless roar of the Atlantic—but inside the suite, the silence was so thick I could hear the frantic, uneven rhythm of my own heart. Julian wasn't in bed. He was sitting at the massive glass desk in the corner of the room, the glow from his laptop screen casting sharp, demonic shadows across his face. He had stripped down to his black silk trousers, his broad chest bare, the muscles of his back rippling as he typed. He looked like a god of industry, cold and untouchable, even in the middle of the night.

I ran back to the library to my uncle Harry's computer. The first one I insert in the DVD drive is labeled NST01. There is also an NST02, NST03 and NST04. The computer is in auto-play mode and it mounts the DVD. There is an MS-Word file, an mpeg video file and a folder full of jpeg files. I open the jpegs first because I want to see if they are pictures of Nicole. They aren't. They are pictures of an older woman about my mom's age. The pictures show her in various stages of undress, then various nude poses; bent over, legs spread, masturbating and some close ups of her erect nipples and wet pussy lips. She's a very attractive woman and my cock is responding, especially to the one with her le

Julie asked, turning around to look at me again. "Yeah...yeah." I replied. "Sounds like you're trying to convince yourself." She conceited. Her lips twisted to from a crooked smile. I avert my gaze to the ground. In the corner of my eyes,I could still see the empty bottle of Renault Wine and it felt like a punch to my guts. "You know,he reached out to me last night. He's in London." Julie says. She ached her back in an attempt to reset her posture from leaning too long on the cemented edge of the rooftop.

London shouts as she falls on the soft carpet. I rush to her and notice the comforter had made her fall. She had tripped on the many layers. I want to laugh but I don't dare do it. Rather, concern feels my features when I hear her groan. "Are you alright?" I ask as I kneel before her, trying to remove the comforter around her. London holds onto it like her life depends on it. "No, stop! I am naked," London screeches and slaps her mouth when she discovers that she is naked and had just said it out loud.

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

Wouldn’t be the first time the lounges were used as some private room for rich people to screw. I stand up straight to leave, hoping to not be spotted, when what I hear next makes my heart drop down to my stomach. “Oh, Julian,” a feminine voice moans. My hands start to shake, my skin starts to prickle from heat and my heart breaks into a sprint. Compelled by sick, morbid curiosity, I slowly take a few steps forward, peaking my head around the feature wall. I feel my soul exit my body and bile rise up my throat as I instantly recognise Julian, sitting on the sofa, his fingers buried in the hips of the blonde woman straddling him. Her dress is down around her waist, her breasts out and exposed

Her heart lurched into a pace that was all too familiar as she inched closer. Julian had removed everything but his shirt, trousers and stockings. He was wearing a lawn shirt that was open at the throat, exposing a tease of fresh, dark hair. His long, chiselled legs were sprawled out in front of him, and his head flopped against the scrolling arm of the couch. His cheeks were flush with the tops of his black, silky eyelashes. He appeared to be in the deepest of slumbers despite the unusual stillness of his chest.

I have the perfect place to take him and make this fantasy come to life. We walk up to the door of my long time friend Lenny’s house. We call him Lenny because he looks just like Lenny Kravitz. He’s also an artist and his house is a local art studio where he holds sketching parties. Naked women and men pose and are drawn by fellow artist. I’ve never participated in the nude modeling but I could be inspired for Julius. Lenny answers the door wearing a funky dress shirt unbuttoned, revealing his naked muscular chest and some black leather pants. With his signature dreads and nose ring, the resemblance is uncanny. Lenny and I are close but have never had a sexual relationship. Just mutual respe

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

Observing her bare physique, he bit his lips seductively, “Why don't you come out and let's have a chat. Trust me I won't touch you.” “There is so way I'm going to do that.” He strode towards her, “Then I might as well pull you out.” Suddenly, Julia raised her hands, “Fine! I'll come out.” She exited the tub completely nude and went to the bedroom, where her clothing was spread out on the bed. Martin licked his lips, “You look so sexy. I guess that's why Don has refused to give you out.” Julia stopped in her tracks, “What do you mean by that?”