Lois Maxwell Nude Novels & Stories

It was pathetically ridiculous. I didn't know how long I sat there, paralyzed, before I finally calmed down. The first thing I did was to unlock my phone and book a flight to Portia for seven days from now. Portia was the city of my dreams, which I had given up just to stay by Zane's side. Now, I was going to pick up my brush again and chase the art dream I had put on hold for love for far too long. Next, I zipped the sordid photos from the laptop and sent them to my best friend, Renee Jones. Her call came through almost instantly, and her voice was full of shock and fury.

The girl's naked body looks very seductive. .

"Ten pieces, Max. I need to submit at least ten pieces to qualify. All I've got are the lines I want to release for next season. I can't touch those." Max brushed the tears off her face and gently kissed her lips. "Remember the social media trend? Remember how it turned out for good, babe? We'll weather this storm together." Chloe had thought all along that it had been a mistake. But the turn of events recently proved one thing: Emma had deliberately recorded and uploaded her nude dancing video.

Perfect. I turn on music on my cell phone at a very low volume, almost inaudible, just to set the mood. I stand in front of her and start taking off my own clothes. First I take off my shirt, which reveals the top part of my ensemble. A lacy and completely low-cut bustier enhance my breasts. Even before the touch, my nipples feel swollen, as if asking for Max's fingers on them. Or his language, whatever. " You know this is cowardice with me, right? " Max says, almost drooling when he observes my body.

Bambi had posted yet another picture of Maxton and her and this time they were on a bed together. Naked.

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.

I was foolish to have believed anything he said. I'm overreacting, aren't I? No. Not after I saw the photos. My phone buzzed me out of sleep at around 4:10 am, and I opened it to see a message from an unknown number. In the photo, Maxwell sat in a bar, probably somewhere downtown, and a woman, incredibly stunning, was all over him. Her hand draped his right shoulder, and she looked at him with a knowing excitement. Maxwell smiled back at her, one of his charming smiles.

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.