Leigh Christian Nude Novels & Stories

The thought that men around the world were jerking off over her naked pictures was making him madder than he wanted to be. “I’m afraid, they’re imprinted on my mind,” Leone replied without apology, watching something tense and disturbed flash across her expression before she suppressed it. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Norah… And I don’t mean that from a physical standpoint, but that’s true, as well.” She reacted with a startled stare of confused vulnerability. “That sounds almost… kind. Are you practicing? Because there’s no one here to overhear you being nice to me.”

She chuckles, "well after this morning your lucky I love you and still talk to you." I look out my window and watch as Leah trains with Charlie. I bite the pad of my thumb watching her, she's wearing a tight black long sleeve body suit and leggings, her hips have gained weight, her thighs and ass too. Her breasts where already a nice size, even though her ribs poked out, but now she's healthy looking and sexy as fuck. I turn to my Beta and Gamma, watching me, Steve points to my groin area, "might want to reign that in with just us guys here, you're making for an uncomfortable work environment.

Even though Amberleigh had lost count of the number of naked men she’d seen thus far in her life, seeing Leo in all his naked glory still stopped her in her tracks and brought a flood of heat to her cheeks. And heat somewhere else too. You knew this situation was bad, when the chef recovered quicker than the whore did, with an easy grin as he grabbed his towel off the bench.

Moreover, the reporter also showed his photos when he was with the executive manager, George Wellington, on various occasions, making the scandal inevitably visible in the eyes of the LA public. After shaving, Lean immediately stepped into his room to replace the towel wrapped around his waist with a pair of comfortable cotton shorts and a sleeveless shirt that would give his muscular brown arms perfectly exposed. His performance this morning is sure to invite a chorus of hungry beach women to the point of drooling. But Lean doesn't care, for him this holiday must be perfect and run smoothly as he wants.

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

The crisp sounds of those slaps resounded in the lobby. Leonard drew me past the chaos and guided me into the car. Back home, he lit an incense as always and gently massaged my temples. I broke the silence by softly saying, "Leonard, I've never asked you this before. But why me? That day at my family's house, you didn't go to Sasha even though she had just been named Chief Healer. You walked straight toward me. Why?" His hands stilled, then pressed a soothing kiss to my brow. After that, he reached into a drawer and pulled out a vial of luminous blue liquid—the same truth serum once forced on Sasha.

Leo exchanged a shocked 'get her the fuck off me' and I found it increasingly difficult not to suddenly guffaw. "Okay class," Katrine said and Leo gave me a 'thank the Goddesses' look when Linda let go of him. She lit the candles and started the meditation music track. Her hipster dreadlocked boyfriend joined her at the front and they turned to face each other "Today's warm-up will including positions and movements that bring out the spiritual link between you, your partner and your unborn child," she began and as we watched Katrine and hipster guy that no one knew the name of getting into the first position Linda immediately started going on and on about her spiritual link with pumpkin pie

I arched my brows at Angela’s comment and tried not to look, but a magnetic pull forced me to steal a glance at the phone screen. Leo was in his music room, sitting shirtless. The air left my lungs in a quiet, pained sigh. He was bent over his guitar, the muscles of his shoulders and back moving gracefully as he adjusted the tuning pegs. The black silk of his signature mask covered the upper half of his face, leaving only his mouth visible. I glanced at the corner of the screen: “2.IM FANS WATCHING THIS LIVE?!” I didn’t know he was that famous. “Guys, guys, someone asked if he’s dating a fat lady called Charlotte,” Angela said, pointing at a pinned comment.

It was still completely hard, and Cheryl smiled and shook her head when she saw it. I folded my arms behind my head and watched her fabulous body as she slid to her feet and stood up. Then I cocked my head and wondered what she was doing. Cheryl strutted across my room completely nude and opened the door a crack. Her shapely bottom was pointed at me, distracting me as she peeked out the door and cleared her throat. "Leslie, could you come in here for a minute?" she asked.

I glanced up, my heart thumping at the unexpected hesitation in her eyes. “Well,” Helena said slowly, choosing her words with caution. “Luna Claire is perfectly healthy, but…” “But what?” Liam’s voice sharpened with frustration. Helena took a deep breath. “Our Luna is with child, alpha.” My blood turned to ice. No, this can't be. Liam hasn't been touching me for months. Unless… no!