Melinda Dahl Nude Novels & Stories

"It will be if only we don't play the card well. I'll disguise myself to be your boss's wife, then I'll convince your parents I'll be offering you a new apartment. What do you think?" Delilah was speechless. She made no comment. "Don't worry, we'll talk about this some other time. Come on, they're lots of customers tonight." Delilah took off her cloth, leaving the stripe bra and panties on. She walked majestically to the club, climbing on the stage to dance. She was so flexible that she could move her body, split and make dirty moves on the bar pole. While she was dancing, there were lots of eyes staring at her, but there was this very eyes that wasn't just staring at her, he was studying he

Our own bathroom too? When we were all made up and wearing clothes, Melinda walked around and took pictures of us, for her portfolios. I couldn’t believe how I was feeling right now, I never imagined my life turning into this, being happy to be forced into prostitution. ---- I was dressed in a white shirt that was tied at the front, revealing my very flat stomach, “we can use photoshop to make you look a healthier.” She told me. She handed me a pair of small denim shorts that didn’t even cover my butt cheeks. “Perfect!” Melinda declared, clapping her hands excitedly.

"There's no way out," Melinda groaned. She was sitting next to Daniel on a lounge chair by the pool, drinking her fifth complimentary piña colada. "I mean, seriously, my parents have trained their children to be nothing but mindless, obedient puppets." "Isn't that a bit harsh?" Daniel asked, lifting his sunglasses. Man, he had amazing eyes. Melinda's gaze drifted down to Daniel's chiseled abs. That was the beautiful thing about swimming pools…men could take off their shirts without ulterior motives, and Melinda was enjoying every minute of it.

“Who alone was meant to see the images? I thought you knew better than this, Dahlia. You’ve handled so many cases like this.” Her words blurred into nothing. My eyes were glued to the image of me standing in my room, as naked as the day I was born, smiling at the camera like I had just won a trophy. I zoomed in and out, hoping to find a sign that it was photoshopped, but the truth was painfully clear. My nudes had been leaked. The only thing covering the little dignity I had left were three small tape emojis, two over my nipples and the last one between my thighs. Every other part of my body was so exposed that even a half-blind person would be left with nothing to imagine.

Arousal rushed through Belinda—arousal and anticipation. Her hands moving quickly, she pulled her sweater over her head and pushed down her jeans. Draven watched as she unhooked her bra and took off her panties, taking in her full brown-tipped breasts and her perfectly rounded hips. Now completely nude, Belinda lay her stomach on the desk, her feet on the floor and her ass pointed upward. Her face was only a few inches from Draven's chest. Looking up, she gazed into his smothering dark eyes.

Dahlia I didn’t expect to receive dirty photos of another woman’s legs during a Tuesday afternoon meeting, but here we are. The photo loaded slow on the conference room Wi-Fi. It showed a woman’s legs stretched out on white silk sheets, smooth and bare all the way up, one knee bent just enough to show the curve of her thigh disappearing under a tiny scrap of black lace that didn’t leave much hidden. Red heels dangled off the edge of what looks like a man’s dress shirt and a thin gold chain around her ankle.

James asked puzzledly. Daley nodded and said, “Yes. Back then, I was in the midst of a closed-door meditation. However, I sensed that something was extraordinary about this place, and I hurried here to have a look.” He was reminiscing. “This was an abandoned ruin long forgotten by all. As countless years passed, this place has been turned inside out many times. However, when I arrived, there was multicolored water in the hole. Then, an infant slowly floated out of the war. What was magical was that the water disappeared after the infant appeared, and that infant is Melinda. That’s how I know that she’s no ordinary person. All these years, not once have I revealed her true identity. In this w

Slow music played in the background and the beautiful colorful lights could be seen, illuminating the whole place. “May I?” Daren asked with his hand stretched towards Melisa who was walking towards him, dressed in a long beautiful black fishtail dress that was designed all over with beads and glittering silver stones. Her beautiful chubby face was heavily made up and her earrings and necklace sparkled like diamond as she sampled them with pride.

One had long platinum hair and blood-red lips; the other was dark-haired, skin like polished bronze, curves poured into a sheer black bodysuit. They immediately draped themselves over George, purring his name like a prayer. “George, darling…” “Missed you so much…” Melinda shrank back against the opposite seat, arms instinctively trying to cover her naked breasts, thighs pressed tightly together. Disgust and fury warred in her chest. “Let me out,” she demanded, voice shaking. “You can’t just keep me like this.” George’s silver-gray eyes locked on hers. He smiled devastatingly.

Alaric’s POV There was a television hanging along one wall of the meeting. While it had been off while the elders met and while I spoke, we turned it on now. John found the correct channel and immediately, Melinda Bedford’s face filled the screen. She’d dyed her hair again, black now instead of red, and wore clothes more fitting of her. Other than that, she looked the same as the last time I’d seen her, when she attempted to seduce me in that hotel lobby, pretending to be Cara.