Mae Whitman Nude Novels & Stories

She was intrigued, unable to stop herself from flipping back yet another page. Another risqué image of herself presented itself. Nude once again, but once more, with her back to the viewer. She was sitting on her knees in this one, her toes peeking out from under her bum. Her face was not visible in this one, but she knew it was her from the hair. It was wild and wavy, and in the image, she seemed to be trying to tame it with both hands, holding it up against her head, exposing her back aside from the few loose tendrils that always managed to escape. She flipped back another page. This was by far the most risqué image so far. It was her, of course, but full frontal nudity in this one. It was

I pushed through the underbrush expecting to find that juvenile moose standing knee deep in the water. I was shocked into silence when I saw the woman, perfectly naked, pale skin gleaming in the moonlight. I had been thinking of her so much for the last few days that it almost seemed like I had manifested her from my thoughts. Not that I was thinking of her naked. But now that I had seen her, those full, natural breasts with dusky nipples pebbled with the cold, rounded hips and thick thighs, a hint of dark curls at the juncture- well it was now thoroughly etched into my memory.

After bathing, Mia stepped out of the bathroom stark naked. She was surprised to see that Adrian was still in her room. "Am I supposed to go shopping like this? " She spread her arms apart. Adrian glanced her way. His Adams apple bobbled up and down as he stared at the naked body of his mate. 'what is wrong with you, woman? ' he wanted to ask but his throat felt dry as his body responded to what he was seeing. "Take mate. Mate" his wolf began to chant in his head.

I get closer to Maia and nuzzling into her chest, she gently stroking my back and we fall asleep. The overwhelming pain comes out of my head, I wake up slowly before Maia, our bodies clothed in nothing but the thin white bedsheets covering us. Last night was so hot and we decided to undo our clothes last night then back to sleep. A naked Maia is laying next to me, sleeping as she wrapping her hands on my waist. My phone suddenly rings in vibrate, making me jump and Maia stir slightly in my arms.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

I lay on the bed. The gorgeous woman, Ada, walks into the bedroom. She is completely nude. Her large natural breasts hang in my face for a moment as she climbs onto the bed and straddles my face. "Make me come!" she whines in her lovely, lilting accent as she begins to grind on my face. Her trimmed bush lightly, pleasantly rubs against my upper lip.

he mumbled and Whitney looked at him before she stood up and tried to leave, but because she was naked and still not comfortable showing Maverick her body even if he claimed he had seen it all, she wrapped the duvet around herself. As soon as she did that she regretted her decision, cause it turned out to be Maverick that's on the bed lying shamelessly naked. She gasped as she saw what she had called pencil-sized standing tall and erect, turned around and quickly ran to the bathroom. *** “Thank God you two finally came out. I was worried you'll stay all day in bed acting prince charming and his long-lost bride,” Lena cried out happily as she watched them walk downstairs. Lena was surprised a

Maia remained quiet as we returned to the pack house, not saying a word as we shifted and walked up the stairs to the front door. Nudity was a part of our daily life as werewolves, there was nothing sexual or embarrassing about it, but with Maia it was different. The clouds had finally passed and a full moon shone bright above us, it’s silver light illuminating her naked body and it’s every beautiful curve, making my cock twitch as her perfect ass swayed from side to side with each step. I could feel my self-control slipping as I soaked in every single detail of her, from her toned back that led down to her impossibly tight waist where a set of cute dimples sat just above her ass, to her lon

As I inched forward, movement outside caught my eye, I froze. Through the glass, a cloudless night with a new moon cast a noir light on the picnic table. My mother sat at the table, the photo album open in front of her. She was naked and one of her hands moved between her legs while the other alternated between pinching her nipples and turning the pages in that photo album.

The silence in Ethan’s room was deafening. Mia stood inches away, her tiny white crop top barely containing her breasts, nipples visibly hard against the thin fabric. The gray shorts rode high on her hips, showing the smooth curve where thigh met ass. She held the biology textbook like a prop, but her eyes told a completely different story. Ethan’s chest rose and fell heavily. His cock was already straining hard against his shorts, the memory of her mouth on him last night and the denial in the truck still burning through his blood.