Marianne Gordon Nude Novels & Stories

Then I turned around, bent over, and lifted the back of my skirt, fully exposing my round ass and glistening wet pussy to all of them. My smooth pink lips were visibly wet and shiny. A thin string of my juices slowly dripped down my inner thigh. I stayed bent like that, ass up and pussy on full display while they stared. One of the men held up his phone. "Can we take some pictures, Marcus?" Marcus looked at me. "Elena, would you like to pose for some nice semi-nude photos for us?" I hesitated for half a second, but his calm gaze melted me. "Yes, Sir..." I whispered.

The taste of despair disguised as calm. The one we’re taught to swallow with elegance. But not this time. Not me. I am not a woman to be replaced. I am Cassandra. I rise, naked beneath the silk dress. And in the mirror, I meet another woman. A wounded woman, yes, but sharp, ready. I think back to his absences. To those nights when he stopped responding. To that foreign perfume on his collar. To that vacant look that told me everything without saying it. And I understand.

By her side, Marika nodded in agreement. Marika turned to face Manuela and the two cousins started to undress one another. Tad couldn't believe it as their blouses were peeled away and their bare tits spilled free. He also couldn't stop watching, while the blood rushed to his abruptly stiffening dick. Now, already nude from the waist up, Marika and Manuela went to work on each other's skirt. Down they fell. Of course, neither girl wore panties so all at once the two of them were stark-naked.

Shyness overtook her limbs as Bree remembered the acts she allowed Grayson to perform on her body in the forest. After recalling the different ways he pleasured every part of her anatomy, it gave her the courage to push his door slightly ajar. She had every right to be in his bedroom, but she did not know she would witness the most horrible image Bree had ever seen in her entire life. Marina, naked as the day she was born, body stretched, feet on tiptoes, and her hands reaching up toward Grayson’s neck. The position was so intimate nobody could deny they were getting busy. Grayson was naked. His left hand held Marina’s hands on his neck, while his right caressed her breast.

Even if it was just to make her pregnant. They finally agreed not to screw her if they could have her for arousal to help them cum. "You want to fantasize about my wife as you masturbate?" I asked. "Not only that," Gordon replied. "We want to see some pictures of her nude." Greg added, "No! We want to see her nude. Let us at least see her dressed very sexy and with very little clothes on like a short see through gown or something. Make her show us her little titties and pull her panties down at least."

he had pics of her on the screen. “I asked her permission to show you these pics. This is my wife Marnie, she has a high sex drive. She looks good in anything. This is her last time we went to dinner. And this is her when we arrived home in just her sexy black lingerie. And this is her naked. Look at that beautiful big ass and hips. And this is her front on. Nice tits as well. Look at the way I shaved her before we went to dinner. “Would you like to meet Marnie? Does Friday night work for you? Do you have any male g-strings or sexy black jock straps you can wear for us, for Marnie and me?”

On Saturday night, Marina and I were ready to go to the school party, wearing our new dresses. Mine was nude , with small sparkles of sequins, cut shoulder crossed, bodycon slit that started from the bust and emerged towards the side, almost meeting the slit of the tight skirt, which went up to the apex of the thigh. Since my belly still was not showing and my breasts were slightly bigger due to the pregnancy, it had made me as sexy as I have ever been.

Her - Karen Goodwill - is exactly Gordon Williams' expired contract “sugar baby” Karen Goodwill looks at the naked man in the same bed as her, surrounded by messy pillows and blankets, the air still lingering with a faint scent. She ruffles her hair in frustration, glares at Gordon Williams, then pulls all the blankets toward her, covers herself, and rushes into the bathroom. “Ahh!” The blanket is suddenly snatched away, leaving Gordon Williams naked in the daylight. He could only scream and then put his hand to cover the awkward spot that had just been revealed. It seems that "little guy" has raised its head again! Damned!

Aria stood outside the converted warehouse in Manhattan's Meatpacking District, checking the address on her phone one more time. This was it. Damien Cross Photography Studio. Damien Cross. The Damien Cross. The photographer whose work hung in MoMA and the Guggenheim. Whose controversial nude series had caused scandals and made millions. Whose subjects became famous simply by being photographed by him. And he was looking for a new muse. Aria was twenty-five, a struggling artist working three jobs to pay rent on a studio apartment the size of a closet. She'd seen the casting call online: Seeking female model, 21-30, comfortable with artistic nudity, long-term project, substantial compensation.

He'll follow soon since he can't stand the stickiness on his body. I bit my lower lip as a thought crossed my mind. Marco wasn't here yet, so it should be fine! I unbuttoned my shorts and hung them together with my shirt. I laughed at my appearance, wearing just a bra and panties alone at the waterfall. Oh well, I hope no supernatural beings fall in love with me! That would be scary if it happened! I quickly jumped into the water to hide my body and cleanse myself.