Julie London Nude Novels & Stories

It’s taking all my control not to toss her from my lap onto the floor. Julie lets out a strangled noise and whispers in what she must think is a sexy voice into my ear, "Why don't we go somewhere a little more private?" She's super enthusiastic about her idea, and I can tell she thinks that I'd be into it too. I'm just not feeling it though. All I can think about is Dels in that polka dotted bikini looking like a goddess laying across a blacked out Maserati. "I'm so glad that we're together now." Jennifer gasps as she runs her nails down my chest.

This time Julia couldn’t keep her eyes closed. “You! Son of a bitch! What are you doing?!” she shouted very fiercely, her face sullen with anger. There were fireballs in her huge eyes, wanting to burn him to dust if she could. “I’m gonna do what two naked bodies do,” Joshua answered with a smile. Though he was in a trouser with a bare chest, still Julia found him naked. Julia gasped with more shock. Because she believed that something might have happened before that while she was unconscious, otherwise this man would not be so absurd doing something with her.

Chapter 1: The Fatal Send Julian’s tiny studio apartment felt even smaller under the heat of the ring light. At twenty-two, he was a cocky little shit on the surface, a talented artist with a sharp tongue and an even sharper body, but deep down he was needy as fuck. He needed this portfolio to pop. And he wasn’t going to be doing any more safe shit. He wanted raw and filthy now. The kind of images that would make galleries take notice. He stripped completely naked and poured expensive body oil all over himself, rubbing it in until his skin glistened. His cock was already thickening just from the anticipation.

The one who broke the silence. Lucas whispers in my ear: — The hyenas have caught the scent. — I know. I don’t smile. I don’t pretend to be comfortable. I am here to disturb. A waiter offers champagne. I refuse. Lucas takes a flute, just for show. His gaze scans the room. He is in protection mode, as always when he senses a trap. Then I see her: Cassandre. An icy silhouette in an ivory dress. Not a single strand out of place. Not a wrinkle on her mask. On her arm, a man I don’t know. Legal, no doubt. Or strategic. Maybe just decorative.

Soon, I'm fully naked, and I walk to the bed and sit on the soft mattress. Then I beckon on her to come and she immediately obeys. I lie on all fours on the bed, and arch my ass out like I'm about to receive a doggy. I'm arching my ass in a way that nothing is hidden….not the glistening slick of my pussy, not the folds of my lambia, and definitely not the hole in between my ass. Juliette reaches my body and rests her hands on my bottom, reveling in my soft skin against her hands.

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.

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

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.