Lois Maxwell Nude Novels & Stories

“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

My heart nearly stopped. A beautiful woman who looked like she was in her late twenties, with long auburn hair, full breasts, and smooth, toned legs, was lying completely naked on the king sized bed, lazily touching herself. Her fingers circled her clit as she looked up at us and smiled, slow and knowing, like she’d been waiting for this exact moment. Max closed the door behind us with a soft click. “Lena,” he said casually, his voice low and amused, “this is the girl I told you about.”

Dawn shook her head. “Let’s start with the good news.” “We have actual clothes. I found two of your shorts in here. They probably got mixed in with mine,” Maxwell said. “But the only shirts we have are these.” He pulled out one extra-large T-shirt with a print that read: [I Put the ‘Max’ in Maximum Pleasure] “And this is yours,” Maxwell said, showing a small-sized shirt that read: [I Survived the Max Attack!]

He started gaining the reputation of being known as the modern-day Lothario, and people were wary. -=- Max arrives at his hotel an hour before their date, enough time for him to get ready. As he steps into the shower, he imagines what it would be like if Celine was there with him right now. He pictures her sexy naked body as it gets drenched under the warm spray of the shower. In this daydream, she tilts her head up towards the shower spray. Letting the water cascade down, from her face to her neck, touching and separating around her breast, then converging again to meet down the V of her thighs.

Maxwell Ellie is leaning over the counter. Her breast almost spilling over the small bikini top. The thong of her swimsuit draws attention to her firm buttocks. I lightly run my fingers up the back of her thigh. Ellie jumps, but relaxes when I put my hand on her back. In a gentle voice, I say, “We got married eight months ago, and I have never gotten a good look at you naked.” “Would you like to see?” she asks as she seductively shakes her hips.

I stood there for a moment admiring him in the dim light, when would I ever have that again? I went downstairs and grabbed my bag from the floor. I took my phone out and went back upstairs. "What are you doing?" he softly asked. "Taking the picture for my cover" I smiled back at him while pointing my phone camera at him. The light was perfectly dim; his face was almost hiding in the shadows. Max was lying on the bed, shirtless, hairless toned chest, statue-like abs, strong muscular arms, wearing his light grey pajama pants. One leg raised, arms relaxed on his side, barefoot. Messy hair, tattoo on his neck...and that damn sexy smirk on his face.

My thumbs caressed her ribs, slowly moving up to the outline of her breasts, which were round and firm, feeling her shiver at the contact. And I asked, with a tone of hope in my voice I could barely disguise. "What are we now, then?" She opened her mouth to answer, but before the words could come out, the door to the room opened, and Max walked in, as carefree as ever. The scene he found was, to say the least, unexpected—the two of us, completely naked, on his couch. The shock was mutual. Lindsay and I quickly covered ourselves, while Max, with an expression between horror and amusement, began to back away, cursing. "Damn, guys, seriously? On my couch? For God's sake, get a room!"

The message contained seven pictures and one video, and the picture she saw first left her shocked. She clicked it fully open with speed, her heart racing. This had to be a trick, she knew it. Anna didn’t want to believe it, there were pictures of Maxwell and Linda together in a way that was not proper. They were both naked on bed with her lying on his chest while taking pictures. Anna felt her heartbeat racing. “No, this can’t be happening again,” she muttered to herself. This must be Photoshopped or something. She opened the rest of the photos and her heart raced further with everyone, she felt her legs literally shaking, unable to carry her body anymore. These were recent pictures from to

“No, I won’t let go of you. I’ll only let go of you if you agree not to cut ties with me! Don’t worry. I’ll be obedient. I’ll not do anything to harm you in the future. Just let me stay by your side. I beg you, Max!” Although there were very few people on the field, Lovey’s actions still attracted the looks of some standing in the distance. Maxwell glanced at her coldly. His earlier unwillingness to cut ties with her was now completely erased upon seeing her behavior. “Lovey, where’s your dignity? Stand up straight!” He shouted out while pulling her up and pushing her off him forcefully. Lovey had never seen Maxwell getting mad. She stood rooted to the spot in shock. She did not dare to move