Kitana Baker Nude Novels & Stories

I looked at her questioningly. "Okay, let's start with the basic lesson." She said, bring her face near me. I pulled back slightly. Then she continued, "Take out any picture of Mr. Blackiston in which he is shirtless, you can find it on the internet amongst his many pictures from photoshoots. Then.." She paused again. "Then.. admire him, his chiseled body, his neck, his broad shoulders, his chest, then go little down to his delicious six-pack abs, then a little more down to his V shape going down to his...."

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Kiana had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff c*ck or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

Beneath her gown, Katie Medina, GHS's now-former It girl, was completely and totally naked. It was all of her almost exactly like I, and any hetero male at GHS, had imagined. (And we had all imagined.) A little bit thin, a little bit tall, and every single last piece of her about her just so goddamn cute you wanted to fuck it individually. She was almost the exact midpoint between Tabitha and Taylor. Tall, but not towering. Thin, but not skinny. Dark roots, but the bulk of her dyed pale blonde. Toned, but with all sorts of well-placed curves. Big tits, yet almost exactly one hair shy of being so big they distracted from the rest of her. A habitual smile from a lifetime of people who'd been u

"It's a great look for you. It's just a complete arsehole to draw. It's why we often draw or paint nudes. Less work. Fabric is hard" "I suspect you're giving away trades secrets." She glanced up at me, amused. "Maybe I am." I watched her, noting how hard she was pressing on her hands. "Cait?" "Yeah," she muttered, distractedly. "I could always... you know." "What?" "I could always be nude, you know." She paused for quite a while, then coughed. "I'm not going to deny that it wouldn't be a whole lot easier. But... Jenny... are you sure you're comfortable with that?"

The toilet sat at the far corner. The sight that greeted Sebastian as he walked into the room had him licking his lips. Kira was curled in on herself, her head laying on her knees. Her hair was wet and stuck to her face and back, her caramel skin glistened with water. She was naked and so deliciously good looking. Like that, she appeared almost serene , like the worry of the world couldn't bother her, mainly because she had her own personal troubles.

She stammered, averting her eyes, clenching her canvas and hiding behind it, “They’re going to be…na—naked?” Cattleya smirked, seeing her getting so flustered. She looked so adorable. “Haven’t you painted nude models before?” She baffled, “It wasn’t like… like that!” She seductively asked, “Mmh… Like what?” She let out a frustrated cry, “It wasn’t so damn erotic!”

The girl's naked body looks very seductive. .

Completely naked. What the hell?

Drake made Samantha feel tiny in comparison. As she followed him through his home, she noticed how it was decorated. There were First People's art, handmade quilts, an afghan, beautiful wood furniture. Yet for all of the dark accents and wood, the house had a light and airy feel to it. She followed him to the kitchen, she couldn't help but admire the densely packed and well defined muscle he had. He had to be at least 42, maybe as old as 45. However, his body was that of a 30 year old. There wasn't any give on his body anywhere. Letting her eyes drift lower, she took in the well worn jeans he had on. It was indecent how well they fit him. They were snug across his backside and did wonderful

“Lean forward slightly. Ass out. Legs spread wide.” Lila placed her palms flat against the cool glass. Her reflection stared back at her — flushed cheeks, hard nipples poking through her thin tank top, skirt bunched up, pussy swollen and glistening, inner thighs shiny with her cum. The sight made her clit throb with fresh shame and excitement. “Look at yourself,” Master Kane said, standing behind her. His hands rested on her hips. “See what a messy, dripping little slut you’ve become in just one evening. This is who you really are.”