Meg Myers Nude Novels & Stories

I've been fuçking all kinds of dîcks, what's so special about his that I can't get it out of my head? “Come on, Ella, open up… You've gotta eat something” Megan said pleadingly while pounding on my door. I glared nastily towards the door, not because I'm mad at her over uploading my naked picture, but because she just ruined my perfect dream. “I have taken down the photo, ok? Stop being cranky now” her voice came up again. “Just go away!” I snapped and went under the cover. I looked down at myself, and smiled when I realized I'm still in my clothes.

"After we all began our sexual relationship during COVID, we gave up clothes. Marcy, you and Bob may do whatever you like, literally. You are our guests. As you know, we appreciate you watching us, and I'm sure opportunities to do so will arise as soon as the rest of my family arrives." "So, if I'm naked?" "We will admire your delicious body, but that is all. As I said, we don't share." There was rustling, and I pictured my mother removing her clothes. "You look amazing, Marcy. Are you comfortable?" "When I work, I'm naked. It helps my muse, so yes, but until I came here, I've never been naked for others." "Do you mind? You don't have to." "No, Melody. I like this. It's going to be interesti

In its place, she wore only tattered strips of soft, buckskin leather—little more than a primitive wrap that left her midriff and legs bare. She wasn't a "Glitch Queen" here. She was a woman in the wild. "Jaxson? Kael?" she called out, her voice raspy. "Over here." Jaxson emerged from a thicket of oversized ferns. If he looked lethal in a suit, he looked like a god of war here. He was shirtless, his broad chest marked with the faint blue scars where his tactical gear had been integrated. He wore rugged trousers torn at the knees, a crude bone-knife gripped in his hand.

I had been chatting with this guy named Tyler online for a couple weeks. He was twenty seven, built like a rugby player with wide shoulders and a thick chest, and he sent me pictures that made my cock twitch every time. We talked about meeting up for some fun but he kept mentioning his roommate Marcus. Marcus was the same age, tall and lean with smooth dark skin and a cock that looked huge even in the photos Tyler sent. They had played together before and Tyler kept saying how good it would feel to have both of them on me at once. I was nervous but so turned on I finally said yes.

Meghan Meg woke up clutching the sheets. Sitting up, she tried to process the dream she had just woken up from. Dreams like that didn’t come to people like her, ever. She had been tied hands and feet to a bed that had four posters and had been stark naked. Her body had been glistening with sweat and flushed with desire. She had sought for some sort of release or friction to ease the ache that ravaged her body and pooled down below.

Oh, I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh yeah yeah I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh I'm not going to wait until you're done 'Cause you pretended you don't need anyone Can't you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) Oh, you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) I'm not going to try 'til you decide You're ready to swallow all your pride I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked) I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked)

The next evening, I was already waiting on the couch completely naked when the doorbell rang. My heart hammered against my ribs as Ryan walked over to answer it, a dark, excited look in his eyes. Tyler stepped inside, tall, muscular, with short blond hair and a cocky smirk. His eyes immediately landed on my naked body spread out on the couch. “Fuck, Ryan… you weren’t lying,” Tyler said, his voice low as he looked me up and down. “She’s gorgeous.”

I thought she was just playing dump and wasn’t willing to explain what she already knew. “Jason you can not just leave me in the dark, I deserve to know what the hell is happening. You have naked pictures of me with the guy that I don’t even know and you just stand there without telling me what the fuck is going on? Did you make these?” Of course not, why would I spent my time creating some shitty nudes? “I got these from Megan, your best friend... she sent me these few days after moving to Colombia.” She looked like she was in disbelief.

“This is just for the commission. No one else will ever see these sketches. It’s you and me. Always.” I bite my lip, cheeks already flaming. I’m twenty-one. I’ve posed for him clothed a hundred times before—summer dresses, cozy sweaters, even swimsuits by the pool. But this… this is different. He needs a nude muse for this big gallery piece, something raw and intimate. And I said yes. Because it’s him. Because some secret, shameful part of me has been aching to be seen by him like this.

“Did you just agree with me that Pyke is hot?” “Yeah, now stop laughing at me.” “So, are you done despising men, Ms. Men-are-assholes-and-will-die-with-priapism?” Meg is still laughing at her. I can’t help but laugh with them. “It’s Pyke that we’re talking about,” she finally agrees. “I know, right?” “Wow, look at our little-goody-Cammy-soon-will-pop-her-cheery,” Meg tells Bianca while looking at me, waggling her brows.