Laura Tang Nude Novels & Stories

"Hmm... Not quite.'' Laura said, straddling his waist. Like a flash, Drew's tiredness was gone. He sat up with her still on his lap. He could tell that she was about to get naughty and he couldn't wait for the ride. Laura unbuttoned her blouse, flinging it to the far side of the room. Drew groaned when he saw that she didn't wear a bra. Her nipples perked up at him under the powerful Chandelier that hung from the ceiling. He cupped a breast, kneading it in his warm hands. His mate was going to be the death of him and he wouldn't have it any other way.

At first i want to introduce myself for you, that you can imagine how i look alike. My name is Laura and i am 23 years old. I have long black hair and brown eyes. At this time in the year i have a dark taint. I am 5 foot and 6 inches tall and my wheight is about 123 pounds. I have the right curves at the right places. I have round and firm B-cups and an ass, the most men like. Round and big with very soft skin. Altough i am not a latina, i am latin looking like.

I said. “Who the fuck are you?” The man beside me asked angrily. “Sorry, man,” I said as I wiped droplets of sweat from my forehead and sighed heavily. Laura sat on the throne and crossed her legs. I could see her caramel colored smooth thighs. She wore a short gown that revealed her thighs and that immediately got me aroused, for I reminisced the multiple times we had had sex. I miss the times I’ve spent with Laura and after I’d gotten my throne back, I’ll still make her my Luna.

When I turn around I'm met with Laura and her blue IKEA bag—she must be doing her laundry. It would explain why she is hardly wearing anything—maybe everything is in the wash? She is only wearing this pajamas with Minnie Mouse. But this version of Minnie is a goth with entirely black eyes. The image is a bit unnerving, so I focus on her tattoos instead. Laura has a lot of them on her arms: roses, skulls—you name it. "Well... This is unexpected," she says, tilting her head to one side and letting her dark hair fall over her shoulder. "But definitely a pleasant surprise. I've been hoping for a chance to speak with you privately."

He shoved it wide, his arm gesturing us in, his face tight, expectant. I stepped through, my boots sinking into soft earth, my breath fogging as the chamber opened, a dim hollow, its ceiling low, its air thick with power, faint and pulsing. Chains rattled, soft, and my eyes adjusted, locking on her, Natalie, knelt in the center, her wrists bound high, her arms stretched taut by silver links bolted to the stone. Her knees pressed the dirt, her dark hair matted, streaking her face, her skin pale, almost gray, her clothes tattered rags clinging to her frame. She swayed, slight, her head bowed, her breaths shallow, rasping, her energy draining, visible, shimmering faint, a thread of light spiral

he whispers softly into her ear “We should enjoy this moment for a little while” Sholana moans when his tongue licks the tip of her ear. “Ella's in the next room…” Sholana argued when she felt Nathan's fingers unbuttoning her blouse. “We’ll be quiet Lana” His hands traces the edges of her bra after taking of her shirt, they both make eye contact and Nathan smirks. “Shh….”

"You're not done." As I knelt in front of Frankie, two more tank tops fluttered by. Tessa's gorgeous tea-cup breasts were on display, her pert nipples rigid. Laura was massaging hers. I slipped two fingers inside each side of the waistband of Frankie's shorts. Her skin felt soft and hot, naughty. I gently pushed down, the elastic yielded as the shorts moved from her trim waist, over her hips. I uncovered a small mole I'd never noticed before; she was nearly panting. Lower, now the vee of her abdomen was approaching the apex and then first stray pubic hairs were revealed. "I don't shave." She rasped, "I don't care. I replied.

Aaron Cole “She was a fucking mess.“ And she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Laura sat half-naked on the limo seat, my jacket barely covering her trembling body. The aphrodisiac those bastards forced on her had done its job too well. Her creamy skin was flushed pink, her full breasts rose and fell rapidly with every shallow breath, nipples tight and begging for attention. Her thighs were pressed together, but I could still see the glistening evidence of her unwanted arousal between her legs.

Thousands of strangers praising the woman I’d once convinced myself nobody would ever want. A bitter laugh escaped me. Just then the bedroom door clicked open and Laura stepped out wrapped in nothing but a thin white towel. Droplets of water still clung to her skin, tracing slow paths down her neck and shoulders. She moved towards me with that familiar sway in her hips, the one she used when she wanted something. The towel slipped just enough to tease, revealing some parts of her breasts and thighs. She stopped right in front of me, fingers playing with the edge of the fabric.

I had requested playful, Laura however was out to kill. I was wearing a one piece black strapless sundress that tied behind my neck with a shawl to cover the large medusa tattoo on my arm, and was also wearing high heels after all my legs were my best feature. I have to say I think Laura was Laura's best feature. Sitting across the table from her I couldn't remember ever being with such a beautiful woman. I told her that and her face turned redder than her blouse.