Justa Minx Nude Novels & Stories

Her green eyes were perfectly rounded as she heard the baritone sound in her right ear. Maxine slowly turned around to find Maxim standing shirtless in front of her. Maxine swallowed her saliva nervously again as she gazed at the perfectly formed six-packs. When the line formed the letter V in the lower area of Maxim's abdomen, Maxine immediately turned her gaze, and his field chest made Maxine's heart rustle—pounding for no apparent reason. Maxim smiled and stomped both palms into the locker door directly behind Maxine, locking—cornering the girl in front of him in the small closet where he kept all his equipment.

Mini puts earrings into my earlobes. I peer at him, he's sitting on the couch, hovering his fingers on the laptop, but I catch him looking at me many times. His chest is too sculpted, I can easily count each one of his six abs. I'm not comfortable in a blouse, but Mini has shown me my pictures in such dresses. I'm astounded, my mother hasn't killed me yet. My hair is down and wavy. Mini did a little makeup on my skin. I glance at my reflection this time, instead of him.

The back of the gown was down to her waist with just a few straps overlapping one another and forming wide parallel boxes on her back. She wore a nude pink ankle strap heels with a butterfly strap at the back, topping it up with light nude makeup and a nude pink twinkling purse. Her hair was braided in a messy bun and its braids were held together with a nude pink flowery hair comb. All her jewelries were nude pink making her shine brightly even in the dark. Cruz's lips went dry as he stared at her with wide eyes and dropped jaws. It was until Cade helped him fix his jaws, only then did he realize Jessica was standing just a stair away from him.

On my wedding day, I had just stepped onto the aisle when a ripple of laughter spread through the crowd. "Take it all off, and she's got a body on her! Look at her face, like she's enjoying it!" I turned toward the voices and saw my ex-husband's photos of me blown up across the giant screen. They kept changing, one after another, explicit and impossible to ignore. All around the room, phones were already coming up as people started taking pictures. My hands began to shake. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother collapse. Behind Leon Coleman, Allison Fleming slapped her thigh and raised her voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh, wow. Leon showed these to the guys yesterda

“She was… quite particular about it.” Clearway laid out the rest: Fresh linens. White. Soft. A pale blue gown with silver thread at the seams. A thick, wool-lined robe - heavier than anything slaves were given. Clean undergarments, delicate and untouched by wear. “We washed your bedding,” Clearway said. “The Luna requested only the best materials.” “She said you’re to have nothing coarse against your skin today,” Waters added gently. My throat tightened. Clearway poured the tea and held it out with both hands, waiting patiently until I could lift mine.

It pressed against Jun’s skin, a physical weight that made the fine hairs on his arms stand up. Jun risked a glance upward through his lashes. Min looked like a statue carved from obsidian and ice. The morning light, filtered through the rain-streaked floor-to-ceiling windows, washed him in cold greys. He was wearing a fresh white shirt now, crisp and unwrinkled, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle, the kind of muscle built through violence. He hated to admit it, but the sight of those sleeve tattoos pushed Min's sexiness to a 100/10. Every time he saw Min on his private social media page, he tried to make out the tattoos.

"Is that a nude?" Lucas’s voice cut through the late morning stillness like a blade. Nico flinched. The phone in his hand trembled slightly as he stared at the message on the screen. A shirtless photo from some random guy on I*******m, accompanied by a cheeky caption: *"Bet your boyfriend doesn’t make you moan like I could." Lucas had come up behind him too fast..too quietly. And now, silence stretched between them like a noose tightening.

Her friend’s voice came through loud: “Mina, the heels in that photo are exactly like yours! Aren’t they limited edition? Only two pairs in the world? Were you the one?” Mina laughed at first, confused. “What do you mean?” Her friend laughed too. “Check T*****r right now.” I leaned closer to my laptop as Mina opened the app. The scream that tore from her throat was pure music. Christian jumped up beside her. “What is it?” he asked sharply. She shoved the phone at him without a word.

My pride didn’t want to admit it, but my blurry vision, spinning head, and the way my limbs felt too heavy to move? Yeah, I was gone. Moments later, she returned. Music played low from the speakers—sultry, slow, seductive. The lights dimmed. Tina stood in front of me now, one hand resting on her hip. And for the first time tonight, I actually looked at her. She wore a nude-colored gown, so close to her skin tone that for a split second, it looked like she wore nothing at all. “I remember you liked a striptease,” she purred, swaying her hips to the rhythm. “Let’s see if you still do.”

I arrived for the final scheduled session already trembling with anticipation and nerves. Jax had texted me earlier: “Tonight we break all limits. Wear nothing under your clothes. Be ready to beg.” I stepped into the gym wearing only a loose tank top and sweatpants that I stripped off the moment the door closed. Naked. Exposed. Heart pounding. Jax was waiting, shirtless and imposing, the gym lights casting sharp shadows over his ripped physique. On the bench lay new toys, a larger anal plug, nipple clamps, and a thick vibrating dildo.