Kay Lenz Nude Novels & Stories

THE WRONG SEND "Lena's pov" I stood in front of my full-length mirror, heart racing with nervous excitement as I took the photos. Completely naked, I squeezed my heavy breasts together, pinching my nipples until they stood hard and aching. I turned slightly, arching my back to capture the curve of my ass. Then I spread my legs, sliding two fingers through my already soaked folds and spreading them for the camera, showing just how wet and needy I was. The last shot was filthy — me biting my lip, fingers glistening with my arousal.

Len began his sermon, hoping to dissuade Lily from continuing her affair. “I didn't come here to see Uncle Ken, daddy. I have the highest regard for you. Your cock is all I have been thinking about since last night,” Lily cut him off softly, voice laced with seduction as she let her coat fall to the floor. There she stood, in broad daylight, in the middle of Len's office, in nothing but a tiny red thong. Her heavy breasts were fully exposed, nipples stiff enough to cut diamond. Flat tummy and tiny triangle between her smooth thighs on full display.

To my confusion, all of it were image attachment. And with a flick of my thumb, I opened the images. I was immediately met with a series of nude photos—of Elisse’s, my alpha’s mate, in nothing but seductive lingerie. Each of her photo was a tantalizing display of her body, posed in ways that made my blood boil and my dick hardened instinctively. “Sweet fucking Luna,” I breathed, feeling my pulse quicken. There she was, her delicate slender body wearing lace and silk, every curve screams of perfect wild invitation. The first image showed her leaning against a wall, her back arched, the fabric barely concealing her breast and only revealing her sweet pink erected nipples. I couldn’t tear my ga

Lyra The morning crushes me before I even put a foot out of bed. The phone vibrates incessantly on my nightstand, like a frantic heart unable to find a normal rhythm. I reach out, numb, my eyes still glued shut by fatigue, and unlock it. Notifications pour down. Messages, missed calls, tags, press alerts. And that headline, in capital letters, icy, brutal: ALTERCATION BETWEEN TWO POWERHOUSES, ALEXANDRE DELCOURT AND DANIEL RENZI ON THE BRINK OF CONFRONTATION OVER A WOMAN?

Not to mention, I even dared to touch him just now! I could hear his footsteps getting closer, causing me to bend my back forward and lower my head even more. My heart beats in anticipation the moment his feet stopped in front of me. I refused to even breathe. Ever so closely, he leans down to whisper on my ear. "Unless you want me to bend you further and take you from behind, I suggest you stand straight already, Luna Leaxandra." I stood straight in an instant, even shifting to the farthest side of the room with my back on the wall out of instincts. He's fucking crazy, that's why.

The submissive, a younger man with his eyes closed in a state of euphoric subspace, was breathing in slow, ragged, trusting gasps. Lena didn't raise the viewfinder to her eye. She stepped forward, waiting patiently until the Dominant paused to adjust a knot. The silver-haired woman looked down, noticing the silver badge on Lena’s chest. "Excuse me," Lena said, her voice steady, pitching it just loud enough to be heard over the ambient noise of the club. "I am the house archivist. The dynamic between you is breathtaking. May I have your consent to photograph the tension of the ropes? I will not include faces, only the geometry of the bind and the hands."

But I was still hungry for more. Lena grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs all the way back until my knees were beside my head, completely folding me in half. My asshole and pussy were fully exposed and pointing straight up at her. “Hold your legs there,” she ordered. “Don’t you dare move.” I grabbed behind my knees, presenting myself like the nastiest whore imaginable. Lena poured more lube directly onto my holes, letting it drip down obscenely. Then she did something that made my brain short-circuit.

Lena leaned against the railing out on the balcony, looking out over the waves, cradling her coffee. Wearing some short pink booty shorts with frills around the edges. She loved to wear them at night. No panties, and just a tank top, no bra. She felt so satisfied and comfy. She could still hear Natalie's parting shot, “Elsie can never know”, and the way Lena had clinked her mug in agreement. A secret folded neatly between them, tucked away before the rest of the world could intrude.

She met Lena’s eyes and gave a small, shaky nod. Lena smiled, slow and predatory. She kicked off her shoes and crossed the room. Without hesitation, she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her full breasts. Her jeans followed, sliding down toned legs. She stood in matching black panties, confident and unashamed. Kevin slowly pulled out of Mira, his cock glistening with her wetness. Mira whimpered at the loss.

Katty says. “I have no idea that Lena is into this kind of game, I never know it…” I reply in a low voice as I point my gaze to Lena who played basketball. “W-what did you said? I didn’t hear you” Katty asks. “Oh, nothing… I didn’t say anything” I respond tensely. “Whoo, holly shit! Damn!” Katty keeps shouts excitedly during the game. I know what Lena does, she purposely shows her abs and muscles all over the prison so that all women got a crush on her.