Liz Carey Nude Novels & Stories

As the wedding day drew closer, both Tisha and John were so busy with preparations that they didn't see each other but only spoke on phone. John realized that even Lizzy had suddenly become so busy. He was aware that she wasn't working since they had both relocated to London. Moreover, if she had gotten a new job, she would have done well to let him know. At this time, however, Lizzy was sitting naked on top of a certain man and doing what she knew how to do best. The man closed his eyes and held on to her waist as she made him experience sensations he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Lily, what the fuck are you doing?" Aiden growls, turns out he was the person approaching us, "Cover yourself now.” "This is a nude photoshoot, I have to be nude. Since when are you two such prudes, huh?" I ask and the attention whore side of me is loving having their eyes on me. At the same time. Once upon a time, Virgin Lily dreamt about this situation... but those dreams ended a lot more dirty than anyone could imagine, "They said I'm so perfect, I don't even need much make up."

Actually, I had plan to put on this lingerie for Zane the night we meet because it was titillating and there’s this irresistible eroticaura it gives. I took several pictures of me lying in randy positions, one could mistake me for a stripper. I smiled to myself when I stared at my banging hot nude image. The heat was too much, Zane might need a fire extinguisher because there was no way these images won't turn him on, they weren't ordinary pictures of me. ****** To Be Continued

Lily's brows drew together in confusion. For a second, she refused to believe what she'd just heard was what Richard said, because last she checked, the only person that had seen her body was William. And perhaps Aaron. But that was beside the point. The point here, was that she'd never been the type of girl to go around sending nude pictures, so how the fuck, was one trending now?! "My nude pictures?" She asked, wanting to clarify. She couldn't see Richard, but she could already tell that he was nodding. The sound of feverish typing against a keyboard followed his voice.

There on her bed was her roommate, Preshy, stark naked on her back with her legs wide open. A man’s back faced Liz. She couldn’t tell who it was, because his head was buried deep in Preshy hole. The room filled with moans as Liz moved slowly to the couch to watch. The action across the room aroused her and she started undressing. She removed her blouse and skirt, leaving on just her matching white pants and bra. She knew Preshy had a boyfriend, but had never met him. But going by how Preshy talked about him, Preshy knew this was the man making her grind her waist and moan loudly.

A low, rhythmic sound leaked out into the hallway. Whirrr... hummm… I stopped. I edged forward, and my heart stopped dead in my throat. Lizzy. She was standing by the center island. She wasn't cooking. She was braced against the marble countertop, her legs spread wide to give her better leverage. She was wearing one of my father’s old dress shirts—it was unbuttoned, hanging off her shoulders, revealing everything down to her lace-trimmed hips. In her right hand, she held a heavy, silver vibrator. It was humming, vibrating so hard I could see the blur of it. She was pressing it deep between her legs, her eyes rolled back into her head, her jaw hanging slack as she rode the waves of the high-s

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

Loren changed her pink dress into a mini, comfortable casual gown while Caleb's shirts were off, he put on only his jogger pants. Caleb laid on his back, on the bed, cupping Loren with the crook of his elbow while she showed him the most recent nude photos she took before leaving America. The photos were mind blowing, as usual. When they were countries apart, Loren never failed to send Caleb her nudes at least, thrice weekly. But now they were together and Caleb's heart raced with the anticipation of seeing the nudes in real life. "You're hot as always, Loren." Caleb turned his face to Loren. They laid side-by-side, facing each other. Loren put her phone away, her gaze intent in his eyes.

It's been an hour since Lizzy took off her clothes. Ever since she stopped playing with me, we've been lying on the forest floor, naked. I've been counting the seconds 71,72,73... Lizzy is the first to get up. "Okay, now let's practice transformation", she says as she pulls on her jeans nonchalantly like she just didn't lick my vagina. "Excuse me?" "What? We're not practicing anymore?", she shrugs. She acts as if we didn't have a full-blown make-out.Naked.On the forest floor.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, but I really just need you to know, it's not what you really think. It's a far cry from what you think. I really just need you to grant me an audience." "Okay, come on, show me." Lizeth demanded, taking back the same strides she took away from him, and waited while Omarion once more opened his gallery. Omarion clicked on a private collection, and immediately, she was faced with the nude pictures of a lady. At first, she wanted to throw a tantrum and probably give Omarion another slap, but she paused. The face was familiar.