Kim Rhodes Nude Novels & Stories

His friend stripped down with a challenging stare in her direction, resulting in her turning her back, but still removing her bottoms and top, leaving her clad only in a light pink bra and white bottoms. Kendrick waded in the water before she was done, with Joel right behind him. It wasn't hard to guess the reason. Watching her splash water over her creamy body, her bra getting more and more translucent, displaying nipples, erect and evident even through the fabric, Joel wondered if anyone would notice him jerking one off. "We have a problem," Kendrick muttered, his gaze fixed on their very own water nymph. "Do we have to talk about it right now?" Joel asked, fascinated by the image of Ruth

Chapter 2 Then the Jumbotron flickers, and there I am. Holy shit. My face is blown up fifty feet tall, my hair a wild mess from the wind, my lips parted, eyes wide. And then the camera pans out, and there he is…Chad fucking Rivers, all six-foot-something of sweat-slicked, golden-skinned perfection, standing right in front of me like he’s been conjured out of thin air.

Sheri's eyes were wide as the woman, Criana Rhymes, reached behind herself and pulled the zipper of her dress down, the dress then sliding down her body to nestle on the floor at her feet, leaving her naked, her full, C-cup breasts surmounted by large dark nipples, her chocolate skin almost glistening as she reached for Charles' shorts and pulled them down, his rock-hard cock standing straight out in front of him as she knelt on one knee before him.

This was a trick, of course. I couldn't tell her that my plan was to take her dancing somewhere for a drink or something similar. The truth was that I didn't know she'd say no, and I was way too determined to just let her stay behind. Ten minutes later, I heard her coming down the stairs. She was dressed in a black dress with a turtleneck and long sleeves. It ended way below her knee. Despite how much skin it covered, it hugged her body in all the right places. Alice Rhodes was dressed like a nun, but one who prayed to a fuck god and begged for pleasure, not blessings or peace or even salvation.

She thinks her ass is as clean and ready as it's ever going to be. Taking a drag on her cigarette, she catches a glimpse of herself reflected in the dark television screen and again wonders if she should put on her nightie. After her bath, she massaged flavored oil all over her body and decided to stay naked while she waited for Tim. Then thinking she looked too anxious, she put her pantsuit back on. A few minutes later, she shed the pantsuit and put on the sheer nightie. Now she's naked again, second-guessing herself, when she hears the doorbell ring. Tim's cock, already excitedly pushing against the front of his pants, springs to attention when Rhonda opens the door. His eyes devour her na

“Right. Well, they decided to have nude models for the class, and you’d never guess who walked into the class wearing a robe.” I sighed. “He’s a better man than I am. I don’t think I have the balls to pose naked in front of an audience.” “Trust me. You don’t have anything to be shy about,” she mumbled. “Is that so?” I challenged. I sipped my beer and waited for her response. I’ll take Deflection for $200, Alex. “Anyway…Rory didn’t see me because I hid behind my canvas.” “I’m shocked you didn’t call him out.”

He got away and gazed at me with adoration, I gulped and unbuttoned his white shirt but before I can remove it, he stopped me. Why? Does he want me? "Are you sure?" He asked and I nodded frantically, I didn't care about anything. I wanted him right now. Rhyker smirked and removed the white shirt he was wearing, moving his wide shoulders as well? I gawked at the masterpiece and felt myself drooling over his toned chest. He unbuckled his belt while telling me to open the drawer of the night-table, I complied with his order and opened it, taking out one condom. The condom felt pricey to use as well, it was black and the name was intense.

His hands are already making quick work of my minimal clothing, tossing both my drenched T-shirt and flimsy panties into a pile at the corner of the shower. "Fuck you look incredible" Rhodes groans, leaning back for a moment as he holds me upright still. The water cascades down over me as I dig my nails into his shoulders, his hips grinding into mine slow and teasing. I think I must look like a drowned rat, but not in his eyes.

Her dark hair was coiled up, a few damp strands curling softly against her neck. In the center of the steaming pool stood Rhys. Submerged up to his waist in the glowing turquoise water, he looked like a mythical titan rising from the depths. The warm, mineral-rich current rippled over his broad, chorded chest and arms, glistening against the dark scar tissue running down his torso. Without the burden of his heavy armor or the cold armor of his Alpha public persona, he looked dangerously vulnerable, his dark hazel-blue eyes fixed entirely on her as she approached the water’s edge.

She kneeled beside Rick but didn’t seem to notice she was nude. “Rick!” she yelled, but it didn’t stop Aarshon from pulling her away from the man. Nix struggled to get away from him. It was at this moment that she noticed she was nude. Nix stopped moving when she felt his body against hers. Aarshon seemed to notice that she stopped struggling, but it didn’t dawn on him that she stopped because she was nude.