Kathie Sanders Nudes Novels & Stories

"I think I'm going to miss this the most." "My ass?" "Cuddling. Jeez, get your head out of the damn gutter." I snorted out a laugh and smacked his chest. "But yeah, your ass too. I'm going to require about five nudes a day to get me by. Should I write it in a contract?" "Five?" "About five, yeah." "I only have my boobs, ass, and v*gina. I don't have five parts." "One t*t, then the other, p*ssy pic, ass pic, and then maybe a pic of full frontal."

She looked at Justin, who wiped his mouth, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face, Debby seemingly forgotten. “Fine,” Sandra said, standing up. She pulled her top off in one swift motion, then shimmied out of her skirt. She stood naked in the center of the circle, her body confident and proud. “You.” She pointed at Brody. “On the floor. On your back.” She pointed at Justin. “You. Behind me.” Brody lay down, already freeing his hard cock. Justin stood, unzipping his jeans, his eyes locked on Sandra’s ass.

Sandy said nonchalantly. There was a way our friendship was. Sandy may have seen me shirtless and I may have seen just her shin and arms, or some parts of her body but we have never seen each other completely naked. Not that she was naked when I came in. She was only struggling to zip up her dress and I had seen her back. The image of it was plastered in my head for reasons I knew nothing about. “Dude, come zip me up. I'm sure you've seen more naked women than a bare back,” she whined and I couldn't help but smile.

Anderson couldn't force his gaze off her body that was starting to become unclad. Katherine took off the long satin jacket, her gaze remaining on him, the cold air met her bare skin. She was now left in her cotton night dress that clung to her body, barely covering her erect nipples. It was the only thing shielding her nakedness and it was very light. She didn't need to take it off before Anderson sees her nakedness underneath. "Fulfilling your wish and giving you my body. Make love to me, Anderson." ...

I am wearing just a skimpy black jock strap which falls to the floor as Sarah undoes the clasp, before I release the clasp on her g-string. “You can put your clothes on that chair,” Sarah tells them as a subtle way of asking them to show us their naked bodies. Andy is the first, he has an attractive male body and he has an average size erection. Anna is all smiles as Sarah helps her undress for us. Sexy, skimpy, lacy, black underwear. They are tongue kissing without saying a word as Sarah removes her bra, good firm tits with erect nipples, then her thong. Wonderful foreplay, I am not sure who is enjoying watching more, me or Andy.

She described blowjobs in alleyways, her lips wrapped around strangers dicks, slurping and gagging as they face-fucked her against graffiti-covered walls. 'I love the way a cock pulses in my throat, Father,' she'd purr. 'The way it twitches right before it explodes, flooding my mouth with hot cum. Makes me feel so alive, so fucking dirty.' I'd clench my fists, reciting Psalms in my head to drown out the roar of blood in my ears. The chapel's stained-glass saints stared down in judgment, their painted eyes accusing as I battled the erection straining against my vows. Sandra's outfits grew bolder... a sheer blouse that outlined her hard nipples, a skirt so short I caught flashes of her thong w

“Oh, so people in the West don’t get naked?” “You know what I mean. Aren’t there supposed to be sculptures of horses or cowboys riding through sagebrush?” “I’ve already fulfilled those requirements in other mediums and other pieces.” “So you don’t need to show these.” “Yes, I do. What’s the big deal? You agreed to pose for me.” “Not like that! I told you no naked pictures.” “I thought you were kidding. You know, like you were kidding about wanting a cowboy ménage?” “Not the same thing, Carter. I specifically said no nudes, several times, remember?”

"Melanie?" "In here!" The bedroom door opened and Sandy stepped into the en suite doorway, stopping dead at the sight of my nude body. I didn't cover up, instead just putting my hands behind my back. "I ran us a bath, I hope that's okay." "Oh, Melanie. It's perfect. You're perfect." She stepped forward, and I melted into her kiss as her hands roamed freely over my skin. I pulled away after a glorious few moments, unbuttoning the top of her polo. She reached down and pulled off her top as I stepped away. I stepped over the stone facing of my tub and into the water, sinking slowly down as I watched Sandy undress. I dropped down until my breasts were submerged before rising up onto my knees, le

'What would you like me to do? 'I want you to undress for me.' She paused for a few seconds and then reached behind herself and undid the zip on her dress, pulling it slowly over her head, sliding her arms through the sleeves and laying it over the back of a chair. She looked at me and I looked back. 'You're beautiful,' Sandra.' And she was. Long, long legs in black nylon stockings, black satin panties and garter belt around her slim hips and flat, taut stomach. A matching bra above, her shoulders smooth and shapely, her arms slender and long, her face in shadow and her red-brown hair, lit by the sunset, falling in a cascade over her shoulders like some painting by Titian.

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”