Lois Maxwell Nude Novels & Stories

Breanna laughed with a cough. 'They won't like that I used to be a stripper.' She mumbled after a beat. 'I don't care, I like you, stripper or not, student or not, traumatized or not.' She laughed again. But all her fears flew out the window as soon as Helen started saying stories of how Maxwell used to have terrible dermatitis all over his skin, when he was little so he would run around naked. They did not waste any opportunity to tell her embarrassing stories of him, but somehow, she still felt naked without him. Like the empty feeling of not having a purse or a bag.

They held hands while looking at the photographs of themselves displayed elegantly in Maxine's private home gallery. Most of them were in black and white in various sizes. Charlie's hands were sweating, but the excitement on her face somehow made it worthwhile. Looking at their naked bodies on canvas was surreal, Maxine did a very good job in editing them and made it look like a professional artwork.

My fingers shoved my soaked panties aside, finding my swollen clit. "Oh," The first touch made me gasp. I rubbed harder, chasing the orgasm that had been building for hours. "Oh yes yes-" Someone cleared their throat and I quickly dropped my leg, embarrassed at being caught. I looked up to see who had come in and wished the ground would open and gulp me down. What in the world was Leslie Maxwell doing in the public restroom? Leslie Maxwell stood in the doorway, her blonde hair looking perfect as always. She had a pristine white suit that had a rather short skirt and showed off her pretty long legs.

“But it’s Sunday. Surely you can take a break. Come on, stay with me today.” “But I don’t have any spare clothes.” “I don’t need you in clothes, and besides, we can just wash them.” Maximus didn’t object as the woman he had spent the night with got up naked and stood in front of him. She helped him undress again, and he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He loved smelling her and feeling her soft skin.

She sighed; at least she got what she wanted, for him to walk away to change clothes. One of the things Max assureds her once during those long conversations on the bed, was the lack of cameras on that side of the building, functioning as an intimate area where people could be naked if they wanted, people she never saw, but Max only indicated the two of them could undress there if they wanted to; he did it constantly, didn't care because he knew very well that there were no cameras. For that reason, Carla used to always make sure she was not accompanied, to go with her bathing suit on, however, because of the recent circumstances, she went down without anything prepared and had to undress th

"Delete that!" I threw a pillow at Loren because he didn't want to erase that picture he took earlier while I was asleep. It was a photo of my back, as in full back, I was lying on the bed and without a blanket, naked. It shows my ass! He propped up the pillow and returned to the bed while hiding his cellphone. "I shouldn't have shown you this," he whispered to himself. "What did you say ?! You just took a photo of me without my consent! Let alone I was naked—"

Nora read out loud. The pictures weren't ordinary pictures, they were naked photos of Lily and the man she woke up next to. She wasn't asleep in the picture, she was awake. With a smile on her face. There were different pictures, somewhere she was kissing the man, and the others were just part of her boobs and her face. “I… I swear to God, I don't know anything about those pictures, I... “ “They look real. They are real.” Max cut Lily off and she gasped as she felt her heart clutch in her chest.

I stumbled backward with a gasp, clutching the duvet tighter around myself. And looked up into Maxwell's smiling face. "Good morning, Christina, " he said pleasantly, his eyes traveling slowly down my body, taking in the duvet, the bare shoulders, the tousled hair. "Sleep well?" Behind him, I could see Marcel further down the hallway, talking with Gabriel, completely unaware that Maxwell was standing at his bedroom door, looking at his half-naked mate like she was something delicious he wanted to devour. Maxwell's smile widened. "You look absolutely lovely this morning,

TALIA’S POV I blinked, convinced my brain was malfunctioning. Because what was I seeing? Honestly, I couldn’t decide if it was horrifying or the exact opposite. Maxton stood there. Six foot three. Completely, unapologetically naked. His body looked like it had been sculpted on purpose, every muscle landing exactly where it should. I tried not to look but my eyes betrayed me, dropping lower until I landed on...yeah. That thing… Not even hard, but huge!!!

Maxwell POV Staying up all night yesterday was unbearable, my mind couldn't even focus on the main reason I had stayed online for. It was being disturbed by her images, scent even her soft skin texture wouldn't stay away from my mind. Especially the way she m**n out my name everyday. Today own was different from the rest because I have never seen her wet and stark naked before, it's either am the one to pull he clothes off or she is the one to pull them off with little help coming from me while I helped myself with my clothes.