Madeline Jackson Nude Novels & Stories

Madeline sighed. "Do I need acupuncture?" Madeline asked Jason. Her wizened face somehow twisted. She would not mind dealing with it at that age, but it was a different feeling for her when she was in front of Jason. Her body was never seen by him when she was young. Now that she was old and wrinkly, she feared that it might leave a bad impression on him. "No need, I'll write you a prescription. Nurture your body properly, and you still need to refresh the techniques that I had taught you before." Jason told Madeline.

A knock on the door interrupts our conversation. “May I join you?” a female voice questions from the hall. Jackson rises, walks around the curtain toward the door, then returns with his arm around the shoulders of Madison. He introduces Madison to the chaplain. Her pale face wears large red blotches. She’s in a sweat shirt and yoga pants. This is not put-together Madison with never a hair out of place. Jackson escorts her to the chair near my bed and passes her little Kennedy to hold. I welcome her with my smile, as words fail me yet again.

Jason's point of view. We were twins, similar in nothing but our drive to use any means possible to get what we wanted. But while I remained true to my words, Zachary had the ability to use tricks to get what he wanted. He slid the photo to me, "Beautiful pictures really, it's crazy what one can get their hands on these days with just the right amount of money to grease the right set of hands." Nudes. Naked photos of Meda. Photos of her in nothing but matching sets of underwear.All joined together in some sort of holy matrimony. And I couldn't even say those were edited because I knew the day she wore those exact lingeries.

Madeline goes to the camera again, jiggles her boobs to the camera while she makes a seductive face and goes back to the camera to continue her actions. Everyone is stunned, the heat is intense, the household is dumbfounded, and Madeline’s eyes are wide open. Everyone is cringing except for me. “I'm just happy and horny” “No.. No.. No.., this didn't just happen right? This didn't just happen” Madeline cries as she runs into her chambers this time, not majestically and elegantly. This time, it's shameful. Richard buries his head in shame as he can't process what he had just seen.

Completely naked now, she felt exposed under his intense stare. “Fuck, you’re even better in person,” Jaxon groaned, palming his obvious erection through his sweatpants. “Sit back on the couch. Legs wide open. I want a clear view of that pretty pussy.” Mia obeyed, spreading her thighs until she was fully on display. The laptop camera captured everything. Jaxon’s eyes flicked between her and the screen. “Touch yourself. Same way you do for your fans. But this time, you keep your eyes on me.”

"Is there something wrong, Aunt Jasmine?" "Your father asked me to bring you something." Jasmine entered the room and placed the items on the table. Madelyn closed the door and watched as Jasmine took discs from the box. "You can watch these in the evenings." Madelyn stared at the images on the discs, and her reaction showed extreme shock. They were all in unreadable Jonirian, featuring several women dressed in alluring kimonos. Without a doubt, Madelyn knew what the content was. She could only describe it as 'absurd'.

Even after he walked away and left me standing there with my heart in my hands. I still cared what he thought. And isn't that the problem? "Yes," I admitted. "But why would he have a problem with this? I mean, you are only trying to help me. Isn't that why he sent you here?" "It is. But you see, Maddison..." She paused. "This is going to be the most phenomenal of my works of all time. But it's also going to be very controversial." "What do you mean?" "Nude, Maddison. I would like to paint you nude."

"Okay, let's be honest with each other here. What's really going on? Why are you having such a freak out about getting your freak on?" If it hadn't been such a serious thing for Jessica, she would have snickered at the play on words from Bianca's mouth. "Because, who does that? I ran here because I had nude pictures get exposed, and I was so embarrassed that happened, but I'm perfectly okay with shucking every part of clothing off the top half of my body and letting Layne have his way with me on the side of the road? What the fuck is wrong with me?" "Nothing," Bianca told her softly. "Nothing is wrong with you. You want to know what I think?"

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

"Enough! Who are you to insult him? He treats me well. In the two years I've been with him, he respected me, learned all my preferences, and supported my work without reservation. In the four hundred days with him, I have not been unhappy for even one day. So what if he cannot speak? He can make me happy!" The stinging pain in Jackson's face burned away the last of his composure. He let out a bitter laugh, locking eyes with Cadmus. "You're sleeping with a woman I've slept with. How does she taste? Did you know that she once humbled herself for me and even took out a loan using her nude videos as collateral? Oh, and did you know she's a stripper? Who knows how many men have seen her naked!"