Mads Mikkelsen Nude Novels & Stories

I dried my hands after i'm done and walked out to meet Mig in the living room. "Geez. He has peeled off his shirt completely,hanged it on the arm of the couch he was laying on. His face was upwards with his eyes closed. I went to sit on a different couch, trying to keep my eyes off him,but my prying eyes danced around. He's naked down to his waist,the broad lines of his chest matted with black curly hair down further to his hard flat stomach .. I sat still.. He's just so appealing. My gaze went up to his sleeping face and i almost cried..Mig is so handsome just like a roman god,his features are damn perfect and he has the body every model would love to pay billions of dollars for..

Mykel was beside me, asking me if I was okay in a diver’s sign. I showed my fingers that I was okay before I got out. I let myself float on the water, and Mykel did the same. I now realized he was shirtless. My gaze fell to his broad, solid chest. Even underwater, I could see those amazing pack abs, and I couldn’t deny those packages steered my interest further. I ignored the stupid flutter in my belly and had to look away for a moment before my thoughts went filthy for the second time. When I looked back, he was already sitting on the platform, showing off those notches above his hips.

Completely naked. What the hell?

Aria’s POV: Through the crack in the door— I saw him. Kade. Bare-backed and glistening, fully nude , sweat painting his skin like he’d just finished the first round. The air was thick with sex and his cologne—dark, intoxicating. I knew Kade was attractive, but this? This was something else entirely. *Oh my* His shoulders were broad, the kind that made fingers itch to trace the hard line of muscle down his back. The afternoon light caught the sweat along his spine, that tantalizing dip between his ridges—like an invitation.

Madden is inside. His hands are soiled with clay as he brought an image to life. This time, the image he's moulding is right in front of him. It's one of the female mobsters, and she's naked. She sat on a couch, spreading her legs wide in front of him and smiling proudly as he moulded her nakedness. "I'm glad i got to be your model for tonight," she sheepishly said. She might be freezing with the excess AC blowing, but being here is her greatest achievement.

Third persons POV The sun beats down on the nude beach. Waves crash against the shore in steady rhythm. A group of five friends spreads out towels on the warm sand. Alex, tall with a toned body, strips off his shorts first. His cock hangs semi-hard between his legs. Ben, shorter and muscular, follows. His thick cock sways as he kicks sand away. Mia, with long dark hair and full breasts, peels off her bikini top. Her nipples harden in the breeze. Sara, blonde and curvy, drops her bottoms.

she declared. I narrowed my eyes as I examined her. “Uh, where are your clothes?” It was a bit awkward, but she had an incredible physique. I wondered how she managed to stay so fit. Perhaps she didn’t eat junk food as I did. I mean, I wasn’t unhealthy, but she was all muscle. I couldn’t help but feel envious of her. “Wolf, remember. But we don’t have time to discuss my nudity,” she said as she pulled me away. I glanced back to observe Kade fighting the mysterious blonde wolf.

Dakota responded, "Well, it doesn't really bother me that much. You said that you don't have any real raunchy, hardcore stuff on there, right?" "The only thing other than just solo poses is some of a lovely mature lady or two giving a handjob or a blowjob, but that's it." Dakota smiled. "Well, handjobs and blowjobs I'll allow. However, I still want us to make our own erotica. I want you to photograph me in the nude, and then photograph me giving you a blowjob. How would you like that?" Maxwell jumped up and said, "Don't move a muscle! I'll be right back!"

"Uhhh..." "And that man in the picture, is he fucking skinny dipping?" Maddox looks away from the screen, sizing me up. "Wow, even the most innocent-looking girls are fucking predators. Don't judge a book by its cover. You can't trust anyone these days." Is he talking about the man jumping off a cliff into the water in one of my pictures? And we are writing about Norway, not Sweden! "We... We are writing about Norway." His eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, but the relentless, unfriendly expression returns a second later.

I say, showing them how to do it by scrolling through the pictures I gathered online. The images are moving smoothly, and the room is quiet as they pay attention until something pops up on the screen. A video sent by Michael. He’s standing bare-chested before the mirror in his private gym, muscles flexing with every breath. Sweat glistens over the ridges of his abs, catching the sunlight like he’s carved from gold. And of course, the outline of his boner is very visible. I can already tell how hard he is right now. “Just warming the muscles up until you arrive to munch on them.”