Kiera Winters Nude Novels & Stories

“Oh my gawd...I had no idea...” Sandi lowered the foot of Kiera’s recliner, leaned over Kiera, and tugged her shorts and thongs down her hips and thighs. The tank top stayed tight above her breasts and now naked, Sandi took in the sight of her beautiful slender body. “Don’t move and don’t touch that blindfold.” Sandi knelt, opened Kiera’s thighs wide, and pulled her ass to the edge of the seat. To finally see Kiera’s shaven lips, open and waiting, her mouth watered with anticipation. Her pussy tightened. She blew on Kiera’s lips and her best friend whimpered.

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.

“Come on, loser!” “Bite me, jerk!” I call back to him. “Dude, you know she's not going to do it. She's scared of heights. And water. And fish. And lions, and tigers and bears, oh my!” Comes another teasing voice. “You are both jerks!” I yell down at them. “It's really not that bad! Just jump!” Wilder calls up to me. I look down to where he is already in the water, about sixteen feet below me.

“Then let’s begin your first channeling.” The silk slides off my shoulders and pools at my feet. I’m standing completely naked in front of three strangers and every single one of them is looking at me with varying degrees of professional interest and personal attraction. Kiera’s eyes move over my body with the assessment of someone evaluating a sparring partner rather than a sexual one. Then she strips off her own clothes with efficient movements that suggest she’s done this many times before. She’s pure muscle and strength, with scars across her ribs and thighs that look like they came from blades and claws. When she moves toward me, the mark over my heart starts to glow red.

When she pulled off with a pop, a string of spit connected them. “Come closer,” Lena said softly. “You can see better from the couch.” Kira moved on unsteady legs, perching on the edge of the couch just feet away. The scent of them—musky arousal and Keith’s clean sweat—made her dizzy. Keith pulled Lena up and untied her robe, letting it fall. Lena was gorgeous naked: full breasts with dark pink nipples, soft stomach, shaved pussy already slick. She straddled Keith on the couch, facing Kira, and sank down onto him inch by inch. Both women moaned at the same time—Lena from the stretch, Kira from the sight.