June Lockhart Naked Novels & Stories

*BE MY NAKED LOVE* *CHAPTER 2* Approximately one hundred and sixty three days left, Lance had raised just three thousand dollars from the coffee shop and selling some of the possessions he owned. Vanessa still hadn't made a penny to bring home. Later that night she headed up to the biggest club in the town THE NEXUS. On arriving there , she met the female lead stripper Selma who was amazed by Vanessa's physical appearance and instantly knew she would be a top watch by the men.

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

"See ya!" She waved at him, heading to the door as she used her fingers to brush away her hair falling into her face. She stepped outside Amigo, welcomed by the familiar breeze. "Elenaaaa," she heard June scream her name. She hurriedly walked closer, obviously excited. "You look, beautiful." "You too!" June was wearing a black high wasted short skirt with a matching nude top. She wore black ankle boots, clutching onto her purse. "Let's go, shall we?"

The temperature had dropped by then. The moment she entered, she saw my body on the floor, dried to a husk. Her eyes gleamed with malice. "Susan, your baby suffocated to death. You must've felt so desperate, right? I was the one who turned the sauna up to 356 degrees, just to roast you into a dried corpse. That way, you and your bastard child would never compete with me for Timothy again!" Natalie walked up to my corpse and lifted her foot to crush my brittle bones.

“Lena. You’re Nate’s sister. We can’t—” “Nate is asleep. He won’t wake up. The door is locked.” I push my shorts down. Step out of them. I’m naked. Completely naked in front of three men who’ve known me since I was a kid, and the exposure should be terrifying but it’s liberating, I can feel their eyes on every inch of me, can feel the energy in the room shift from concern to hunger.

God, I need to get a grip before they notice how I am ogling him. “As you can see, we are a family of neat freaks with one and only black sheep, called Jacob,” June says. I would have killed Amy if she did this to me. Not that I would have sat in my room with no clothes. But still, it is embarrassing. For him. For me.. I wish I would stop blushing. My brain has gone haywire and I am barely able to process anything. Jacob grabs a towel and smacks it at June, and she dodges it.

My next spin brought another high card, the tension in the room electric, everyone breathing heavier, and the dare hit hard. “Strip everything off and give a lap dance to both guys, grind on them until they beg,” Lena said, her smile wicked, and my heart hammered in my chest as I stood, hooking my thumbs into my panties, sliding them down my legs slowly, stepping out to stand completely naked, my pussy exposed, lips swollen and glistening with wetness, clit peeking out hard and begging for attention, trimmed hair above it damp from how turned on I was. I straddled Jake first, lowering myself onto his lap, my wet folds pressing against the bulge in his boxers, grinding back and forth, feeling

Nooooo. June was spread on the bed, naked, with her legs spread out and a vibrator on her clit, her fingers deep in her pussy. "What the hell are you doing, June?" I asked with widened eyes, mortified, in great shock. Such equipment had been in my house all this while and I wasn't aware, and June was touching herself to... to me! I heard the last sentence from her fantasies. June lay on the bed, her mouth forming a wide 'O' as she stared at me. We looked at each other for a while with my heart almost jumping out of my chest. I could tell that she was also feeling the same way from the quick rise and fall of her chest.

Dominate, even. June rolled her eyes and groaned. She walked over to the small padlock she had been fighting with all day. Looking down at it, she focused her attention and recited the spell. "Aperta." She whispered. Suddenly she heard a small click as the padlock unlocked. Her face dropped and she looked around the room at Hunter who stood there with a smug look on his face. June stomped her foot in aggravation. "THAT was nothing more than you doing it for me so I feel good about myself." She knew deep down that it had been her but she just couldn't believe it.

Harriet Delevingne has been watching tech billionaire Locke Atwood from afar for the past two years. Ever since that tragic night that pulled them apart, and made Locke forget about her. When Harriet gets contacted and hired to plan a stunning Halloween party for Locke's software firm, she sees it as a chance to get up close again. Locke makes her burn. Makes her feel things no other man can. But he's sworn off happiness or pleasure of any kind, and his quiet suffering only draws Harriet closer, turning up the dial on her obsession.