Kira Kosarin Naked Novels & Stories

There was water drops dripping from the strands of his loose hair hanging above his forehead. Raven looked like a heck of tasty meal with his body wet and slightly tanned skin appearing like a torture to Kiara's throbbing heart. She always shied seeing him naked. He was though not fully naked, a part of heart still jumped in fear. While she has seized making any movements and stared him, Raven wore a loose pair of track pants and utilized the towel wrapping his lower body in drying his hair. "So pathetic of you? You behave as if you never saw a naked man. Don't tell Payton never showed you anything all these days!!!" her mouth grasped forming into an O as Kiara ultimately registered his word

CIARA The dare started with a lazy smile over morning coffee. "Stay naked," Cain said. "All day. Penthouse only. Just you." I nearly choked on my drink. "You're serious." "Dead serious." His eyes dragged down my body like he could already see me bare. "You’ve been healing. Reclaiming shit. This is part of it. No clothes. No hiding. Just you and me." My stomach flipped. Part fear. Part thrill. The idea of being completely exposed, even here where no one could see, made my skin heat. But the way he looked at me pushed me over the edge.

She’s naked. Completely fucking naked.

Nyra asked She looked at herself and saw she was naked, she quickly put on the shirt while I looked the other way Today is going to be a long day

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

One of the crew members said and she nodded her head. “Sure, I am.” It was time for the scene and she got shocked seeing Kieran shirtless on the bed with his eyes closed, her heart skipped for a bit like it was no longer a movie, she moved to touch him slowly, instead he started shaking and stood up unable to bear it, he was not seeing Nora but someone saying, ”You do not deserve to live.”

At that moment, Kira untied the belt of her black coat. Underneath, she wore nothing but a shaping bodysuit. It was a tight black piece, her curves fully revealed. Rachel’s fingers tightened around the stair railing, her knuckles turning pale. “Tim, how dare you look!” Rachel thought. … The shock that struck Tim was far from minor. A female friend of more than twenty years suddenly throwing all dignity aside, standing nearly naked in front of him. Anger flickered in his eyes. “Kira, I asked you to come to my house to act, not to go for an award-winning performance.”

Ten hours earlier: Kira: I've gone out for drinks with my four friends. I’m wearing a very short, black and tight dress, I didn't even bothered to put on abra. Under the dress I wear a red thong. I also wear hyper high redheels. I haven't fucked someone in weeks. Withdrawal is taking its toll on me. My libido is out of control, so much so that I'm hallucinating with Patrick Amíntoros

She stood proud, every inch of her breathtakingly real, a mix of strength and fragility that I couldn’t look away from. I forced myself to breathe, to think past the fact that the woman I’d been quietly in love with for years was standing naked in my living room, her beauty somehow more potent in her raw, unguarded state. But I couldn’t stop my gaze from wandering, from noticing how her curves flowed like a sculptor’s masterpiece, the almost missable scar on her abdomen, the faint blush creeping up her chest, and how her eyes held mine like a challenge. “Alex,” Kira said, her voice low and steady as she used my moment of being awestruck to climb onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.