Kamie Crawford Nude Novels & Stories

“What’s the worst I could find? Lexi Blaze's new red edition trailer? A fan club?” She chuckled and tapped on the notification, completely oblivious to Silas's pale state. But what she saw... Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted slightly. It was a string of nudes, the kind an androgynous camboy would send. She tapped on the first one automatically loading. It opened immediately. The image that filled the screen was that of a boy, his legs in the air, and his hole, stretched lewdly for the camera. And the caption read, Let me be your cum dump again.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

After rolling the waistband over a few times, they stayed put and fit comfortably. "Mind handing me a pair?" I nearly jumped out of my skin hearing Cain's voice behind me I hadn't even heard the shower turn off. Cheeks flushed, I grabbed a pair of the boxer briefs and turned around to hand them to him. Cain held a towel low around his hips with one hand and he reached out to take the underwear with the other. I felt my breath hitch in the back of my throat at the sight of his exposed muscular chest and abdomen. I began to get a lump in the back of my throat as I watched a few beads of water roll from his shoulders and down his chest and abs.

Damien bit her lower lip. "Ouch!!!" Celestine yelped in pain and frowned while breathing heavily Damien kissed her forehead and said in a husky voice. "If you feel pain and uncomfortable then tell me. Okay?" Damien asked her softly and Celestine nodded in reply with shyness. Damien couldn't hold it in anymore. He tore her gown leaving her in simple blue bra and panties. His breath hitched when he saw her slim figure and milky white soft skin. He removed his shirt and pants. He buried his head in her neck to inhale her scent which drove him crazy.

I screamed, my hair loosening and flowing across my face while I got whipped with his wood. "I love you so much," Aiden added again and I shook my head. "Me too, a lot," I replied, looking at the Camara which I had set up. "Girl you wild fr. Setting up a Camara for this, what if he sells this off or also your mom sees this and sends you out of the house? I mean this nude might get leaked, stop being stupid," a voice in my head called out and I waved it off. "Aiden can't do such," I said in my head as I closed my eyes, biting my lips with my neck arched and my nails plunging deep into his skin.

Perfect timing. The laptop screen lit up my dark bedroom like a secret window into Calvin’s dorm. His camera was angled low, giving me the perfect view of his naked body sprawled across his bed, broad shoulders, defined abs glistening with sweat, and that thick, veined cock already rock-hard in his fist. “Fuck, Di… you look so good like that,” he groaned, voice low and rough through the speakers. “Show me everything, baby. Spread those pretty legs wide.”

“Who alone was meant to see the images? I thought you knew better than this, Dahlia. You’ve handled so many cases like this.” Her words blurred into nothing. My eyes were glued to the image of me standing in my room, as naked as the day I was born, smiling at the camera like I had just won a trophy. I zoomed in and out, hoping to find a sign that it was photoshopped, but the truth was painfully clear. My nudes had been leaked. The only thing covering the little dignity I had left were three small tape emojis, two over my nipples and the last one between my thighs. Every other part of my body was so exposed that even a half-blind person would be left with nothing to imagine.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

She was one small hand movement away from taking a picture of her naked breasts. The fourth photo was a bit confusing at first. It took me a moment to realize just what I was looking at. It was Cass back in the shower, and it only showed her face. Only she had what looked like a pretty good representation of cum trickled in glubs across her face! It was the closest I'd ever seen her to take a facial! Fuck, it was so naughty! I would never have thought my Cassandra would do anything like it. Cass had by now fished out my cock and stroked it slowly as I looked at the pictures.

The curtains were heavy velvet, but I eased them apart just enough to see. The backyard was lit by floodlights that turned the falling snow into glittering diamonds. A woman (completely naked) lay sprawled on the frosted grass like it was a summer beach. Her skin glowed pale against the white, long dark hair fanned out around her head, arms stretched above her in deliberate surrender. She arched her back, breasts high, thighs parted just enough to be obscene and artistic at the same time. She looked fearless. Owned. Radiant. And kneeling in front of her, camera raised to his eye, was Cassian.