Lindsay Duncan Nude Novels & Stories

He should have guessed the doc was nearly married the first time he saw it. Too fucking perfect. No wonder Nathan was clawing to hold on to him. Aiden: I don’t have any nudes. Lukas: Then take one. Sit with your legs spread, hold your cock up for me to see. Lean back and take the pic with your phone between your thighs, angled up. For a moment there was nothing. Lukas almost laughed, ready to call him a coward. Then the three little dots appeared and a picture followed, attached to a single message:

That weekend, Emily showed up at Landon’s studio and posed for the nude photos. They were all tasteful, as Landon had promised, but Emily couldn’t help feeling like she’d sold herself out. She posed behind a sheet that just barely covered her breasts. She couldn’t help but think of the modeling jobs she used to get.

"This is so embarrassing!" Duncan grinned and nodded. "So I drive up and notice someone standing in the yard naked." The statement caused a few calls of "What?" and some laughs. "I guess she didn't hear me, because I got out of the truck and I'm standing there watching this gorgeous woman. She's completely nude and has a water hose, taking a bath outside, complete with soap and everything!" He grinned. "I pulled out my phone and took a snapshot, which caused her to open her eyes and nearly piss herself she screamed so loud. I quickly apologized as visions of sexy times under the water hose vanished."

After I cleaned up, there was no sense putting back on my work clothes. I take one last look in the mirror at a more casual Kimbra, probably the most casual that Duncan has ever seen me. I stifle a giggle. That isn’t exactly true, considering that not long ago I was totally nude, wearing only his trim, toned body as a blanket; the reflection in the mirror is more dressed than that.

I run back to the library to uncle Harry's computer. The first one I insert in the DVD drive is labeled NST01. There is also an NST02, NST03 and NST04. The computer is in auto-play mode and it mounts the DVD. There is an MS-Word file, an mpeg video file and a folder full of jpeg files. I open the jpegs first because I want to see if they are pictures of Nicole. They aren't. They are pictures of an older woman about my mom's age. The pictures show her in various stages of undress, then various nude poses; bent over, legs spread, masturbating and some close ups of her erect nipples and wet pussy lips. She's a very attractive woman and my cock is responding, especially to the one with her legs

Duncan pressed on. "Who did this?" The question suddenly burst out of me, raw and painful. "Who—who could hate me this much? Who did I hurt so badly that they thought the best punishment was to walk into an event filled with the most powerful people in this country and play my nude—play my nude on a projector screen—" I stopped and pressed my fist against my mouth, but the tears kept coming. "Who does that, Duncan? Who does that?" Duncan pulled me into his arms then. Both arms, strong and steady, the way you hold someone who is falling apart. I let him. I didn't have anything left in me to fight back with.

"Is that a nude?" Lucas’s voice cut through the late morning stillness like a blade. Nico flinched. The phone in his hand trembled slightly as he stared at the message on the screen. A shirtless photo from some random guy on I*******m, accompanied by a cheeky caption: *"Bet your boyfriend doesn’t make you moan like I could." Lucas had come up behind him too fast..too quietly. And now, silence stretched between them like a noose tightening.

she warned. Duncan chuckled and removed his shirt, his eyes gleaming with malice. "As long as I have you, I won't regret anything," he sneered, climbing onto the bed. Christine struggled against the restraints, her face twisted in fear and anger. "Don't touch me, you bastard!" she yelled. "I'll kill you!" Duncan just laughed, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "You can kill me after this," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

"You have any?" "Nope. Virgin skin." Tad watched Duncan kick off his pants and push down his boxer briefs with rapt attention. The tattoo low on his stomach said Start Here in a cursive script that pointed down to his cock. At half-mast he didn't look as big as Mark had been. Tad began to take off his own clothes and was pleased to see the hunger he felt echoed back at him. Duncan's eyes widened when Tad's erect cock popped free. "I want that," Duncan whispered as he stepped closer. He gripped the shaft as he pulled Tad in for a kiss.

"Duncan is crying for my sister again. I can't stand it anymore. I want him to only have eyes for me." "Jeremy is so disgusting. All he thinks about is sex, unlike Duncan who's pure and has self-respect..." The screen was filled with videos recording Cindy's secret thoughts. The spicy videos started half a year ago. Cindy stood completely naked with her eyes hazy in front of her sister's portrait. "Today is the anniversary of my sister's death. Duncan told me he was actually aware of my feelings for him. I couldn't hold back anymore. I seduced him in front of my sister..."