Lacey Bloom Nude Novels & Stories

“Something elegant and eye-catching. Blood Red, maybe. Or black.” “Or a dreamy combination of both. Either of them will absolutely go well with your hair, Layla.” Zuby shifts closer to me and eyes me like she is assessing every physical part of my body that her eyes can see. “You have those damn curves too. You just never show them off enough.” “I don’t think—” “No,” Zuby cuts me off in a sweet but firm voice. “No thinking. You said yes. That’s it. Now we make you look like the badass beauty that you are.”

A playful, reckless one and without overthinking it, I reached behind me and slowly unzipped my dress. Liam paused mid-sketch and his eyes widened just a little when the fabric slipped off my shoulders and pooled at my waist. I eased it down and stepped out of it completely, standing there in nothing but my nude colored underwear. I was not completely bare but just enough to make him blink and make the air shift between us. “Now this is proper Titanic.” I raised my chin and said softly. “You can continue now.” I added and Liam didn’t speak for a moment. His eyes took me in, not hungrily but respectfully like I was something he’d been waiting for so long for but afraid to touch now that it’s

Throwing the dress onto the couch, Luna lay back as Bryan stared at her in her bra and panties. His stare made her shy; she closed her eyes and tried to cover herself. “Look at me, princess. Don’t be shy.” “Let me see you… all of you.” Luna slowly opened her eyes and stared into his, which always dazed her. “Kneel.” Luna immediately kneeled on the bed. “Good girl,” Bryan said hoarsely as he unhooked her bra and let it fall, revealing her chest. Staring into her eyes, Bryan slowly removed her panties, and in moments Luna lay on the bed completely naked.

I need no seer to tell me that Lacy had finally gotten her hand on the document that will prove her innocence. "What is happening here and why's Celeste in handcuffs?" Mum asks again. Lacy turns towards our direction which got my lips hanging in awe. I blink to be sure it's Lacy right here in front of me. Her skin glows so that I almost see myself through it. Her red gladiator heels complement her mini white gown, which clings to her body like a second skin.

I grab two towels and place them on the hangers on the back of the bathroom door. I walk over to Layla who is still sitting there lost inside her mind and begin to undress her. She helps by lifting her arms above her head as I pull her shirt off. Her breasts are on full display without a bra on and I can't help but marvel at their beauty. They are perky with small rose colored pebbles for nipples. They are the perfect size to fit my hands and I want to caress them and squeeze them, but I know now is not the time. I unbutton her shorts and help her to stand on her feet. She places her hands on my shoulders for balance as I slowly pull her shorts down to pool at her feet. Layla lifts one dirty

He started walking up the stairs. Lacey’s eyebrows rose at his taut chest and slight muscle definition. Then her mouth dropped open as his bottom half emerged from the water. He was nude. Lacey tucked behind a wall as her heart raced. She just saw him naked. Despite her embarrassment, she couldn’t resist peaking around the corner. Blake had grabbed a towel and began padding his physique dry. His back was facing her. His bottom was nicely rounded without a blemish from what she could tell. Lacey licked her lips as she envisioned grabbing it and squeezing a good handful – he turned around.

“I’d like to be your friend, Valerie.” “Will you at least tell me your name then?” “Layla.” she smiled as she tugged on the strings holding my robe together. “Get into the bath, there’s something I want to show you.” I undressed and stepped into the tub, gently easing myself into the warm, welcoming water. Layla bent down at the basin, then stood holding two glass bottles in her hands. “What are those?” “It’s not love potions or anything.” she chuckled, “It’s lavender and aloe oils, for those bruises.”

Reaching beneath the bed, she slid out her yoga mat, folding it in half. "Oh, you are a dirty dragon, aren't you?" she whispered, the wine drawing out her inner self, the Beth who wasn't afraid. She pulled the clip out of her hair, allowing it to fall free of its imprisonment. The bun vanished, her hair toppling down her back. She turned her back to the dildo, staring in the mirror across from it. Swaying her hips from side to side, she unbuttoned the top of her blouse, revealing the black lace bra underneath. She untucked her shirt, pushing her breasts forward. "Do you like what you see?" Beth let the beat take her, swaying her hips in time with the music, running her hands across her breas

Layla, with seductive glances and gestures, sashayed towards him and finally dropped to her knees. "How would you like my service, honey?" She inquired, showing him a seductive look. "Wild," was his reply. Without a word, she slowly began to lift his robe and then placed her right hand on his bulge. "Hot," she remarked with a smirk. "For you," he responded. She, for a while, began stroking the bulge that was getting peeved at the restraint of the Speedo. Finally, she took off his underwear, and her eyes sparkled as she saw the cock already erect, begging for some proper attention.

A thin fracture spiderwebs under my hand. Not light. Not magic. Glass. Actual glass. Her realm isn’t as perfect as she pretends. The goddess lunges forward, hand raised, fury twisting her perfect face. But the second her fingers touch my cheek A shock jumps through her. White and blue, mixed. Her eyes widen in disbelief. “You you are bleeding into me ” Good. Let her choke on it. “Aria is coming,” I say softly, dangerously, lightning crackling along my teeth. “And she’s bringing Ares.”