Loey Lane Nude Novels & Stories

The neon sign outside “THE FULL MOON” bar flickered with a buzzing sound that usually meant a bulb was about to explode, but inside the air was a scent of cheap whiskey, expensive cigar smoke, and the musky pheromones of filthy restless werewolves. “My name is ROXY” I stood backstage, leaning against a peeling locker watching Jax, adjust his glittery thong in the mirror. Jax was my best friend. “Just a little here, and yup that’s it” He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs.

“What’s the worst I could find? Lexi Blaze's new red edition trailer? A fan club?” She chuckled and tapped on the notification, completely oblivious to Silas's pale state. But what she saw... Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted slightly. It was a string of nudes, the kind an androgynous camboy would send. She tapped on the first one automatically loading. It opened immediately. The image that filled the screen was that of a boy, his legs in the air, and his hole, stretched lewdly for the camera. And the caption read, Let me be your cum dump again.

"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."

The contrast of the fabric against her skin made my mouth dry. *Mate beautiful,* Leon rumbled approvingly in my mind. *Ours.* I changed quickly into navy swim shorts, not bothering with a shirt in the warm coastal air. When I emerged from the bathroom, Lola was waiting by the glass doors, hair loose around her shoulders, a beach bag slung over one arm. Sunlight caught in her honey-blonde waves, turning them to liquid gold. The sight of her—relaxed, expectant, mine—sent a surge of possessive satisfaction through me that was as much Leon's as my own.

Crowd chanted perfect: “FUCK! FIGHT! FUCK! FIGHT! FUCK! FIGHT!” I stood right at the fence—Nikon Z9, long fast lens, shutter going like a gun, sweat down my back, nipples hard from the raw feel. I’m Riven Kane—28, used to write about bikes, now shoot secret nights for cash, always after the shot that could kill me or make me rich. That’s when I saw her. Lourdes “Lula” Reyes—24, dirty white tank stuck to perfect tits, tiny jean shorts so short the pockets showed more, long legs, black hair messy on top.

It must be the vodka. Has to be the damn thing really kicking in now. Because my eyes won't stop roaming eover very mouthwatering piece of this man's body. And that's when it hits me. This man is almost nude— save the tattoo perfectly sitting on his chest, flexing his abs and pectorals. Other than that, it's just a tiny towel wrapped around his waist, looking like it might snap loose at the slightest movement. Holy hell, I'm so freaking done for! Is this Lyra girl not just a stripper but a whore?

Amy nudged her on the elbow and wiggled her brow funnily. "Why do you want to know?" Loreen shoved her away and raised her creased brow at her. "Well, I helped you escape for a while. Don't you think I deserve to know?" Amy's face puckered a little, and she gazed intently at Loreen. Loreen rolled her eyes and dropped the bat stick in her hand to the floor. She pulled her shirt and slipped out of it, revealing her whole body filled with different unique and beautiful floral tattoos.

To my confusion, all of it were image attachment. And with a flick of my thumb, I opened the images. I was immediately met with a series of nude photos—of Elisse’s, my alpha’s mate, in nothing but seductive lingerie. Each of her photo was a tantalizing display of her body, posed in ways that made my blood boil and my dick hardened instinctively. “Sweet fucking Luna,” I breathed, feeling my pulse quicken. There she was, her delicate slender body wearing lace and silk, every curve screams of perfect wild invitation. The first image showed her leaning against a wall, her back arched, the fabric barely concealing her breast and only revealing her sweet pink erected nipples. I couldn’t tear my ga

For instance, there was a rear-side shot that showed her waist was uncovered, it showed her bare side from armpit to knees with most of her bottom, but was too far to the rear to get her exposed nipple (the girl had no sideboob) or any more than a hint of her rear cleft. They also took some graphic shots that we would keep for ourselves. Li would sometimes stare for hours at the one, a landscape shot showing navel to knees with back of the dress spread like a pair of open wings, that focused on her exposed open pussy, with the red and blue accents and the dragon tat. She had a print of her own, while I kept a blown up (larger than actual size) one in my office, on my wall for all to see. It

Maybe he would have an explanation for it. Sighing deeply, Layla stepped back into the shower and shut her eyes closed, enjoying the comfort it offered. Her eyes were still shut, even when she heard someone walk in. She immediately snapped her eyes open as she turned to see Nolan standing at the door. Completely naked, his disheveled hair, his tattoos, his biceps, and then his huge….they were all so tempting and inviting, at the same time intimidating. Layla realized that she was naked also, she immediately became embarrassed and wrapped her around her chest in embarrassment.