Julie London Nude Novels & Stories

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

I moved closer to the door. Just close enough to see through the crack. What I saw made my blood turn to ice. Leighton sat on the edge of his desk, his shirt unbuttoned. A young woman stood between his legs, her hands on his bare chest. She had long red hair and perfect pale skin. She wore a tight green dress that showed off her figure, and now she was half naked, huge breasts hanging in front of Leignton's face. Julia. From the Blood Moon Pack up north.

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.

Zlata "Wow — you have a killer body," Tessa exclaimed, whistling as I emerged from the bushes in my bikini. We'd barely started toward the rest of the group when Julian appeared. For a heartbeat, his eyes darkened with lust, and then he shook his head in disbelief. "Absolutely not. You are not performing the ritual dressed in that," he snarled. "Cover yourself. This is for my eyes only." Tessa huffed. "Julian, we didn't exactly pack a burkini."

Don't they realize how scared Jules actually is of this lunatic? Julia had been sending me articles about this guy, wondering when I would take some action against him. First time she sent me his surgery clip and people's reaction when he asked them if he looked like Jules, second she sent me his interview in which he said he was planning to wed Jules soon, third she sent me his wedding pics, were he is married to a cut out of Jules, and now this! "Oly London says that he is officially married to Jules and that G****e confirms it!"

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

She looked Jules up and down, a slow, deliberate inspection. "You're Jules," she said. "Yes," Jules whispered. "The ad said you were obedient," Cora said, walking closer. "We'll see." She stopped in front of Jules. "Take off your clothes." Jules's hands shook. She pulled the zipper on her dress and let it fall. She unhooked her bra and slid her panties down. She stood naked in the middlof the room.Cora walked around her. She stopped behind Jules. "Spread your legs."

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?”

Reality—the bed he shared with his wife, the photographs on the nightstand, the absolute and crushing truth of what they were about to do—hovered between them, a ghost of consequences. Júlia moved first. Her fingers, still black with charcoal, went to the buttons of her apron. She undid them with trembling but determined movements and let the heavy canvas piece fall to the floor with a dull thud. Then she grasped the hem of her loose T-shirt and pulled it over her head. There was no subtlety, no calculated seduction. It was the undressing of a worker at the end of the day, but infinitely more charged. The simple black bra supported her full breasts. The skin of her torso was paler, smoother