Melinda Dahl Nude Novels & Stories

"Then that's settled then. Once he's gone, come over so we can discuss the plan. I will leave the back door open; please be discreet." ~~~ Thirty minutes later… Melinda's phone buzzes. Brandon's voice slips through the moment she answers. “Your lover boy is gone.” “Thank you.” She hangs up before Brandon can say more. Then, looking at the video she has carefully asked a professional to edit on her laptop, she presses send after making sure her ID is hidden. …~... Minutes later, a naked Brandon walks in. Melinda’s eyes drop instantly to his half-erect dick before she can stop herself.

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.

However, the duty of protecting the room was too important, so they did not spend too much time on it. The moment the door opened, Ren had stood up. Ready to greet her. His robe was to the side as he didn't expect matters to go like this. So Melinda was given a full frontal view of him. Ren looked up as Melinda stopped in front of him. The thin negligee was not covering much with the light in the room. Her breasts had grown quite nicely. The size of cantaloupe sitting on her chest. Looking down to her tone stomach, the definition of a six-pack was visible but only under slight movement. Her thighs looked soft to the touch, while her legs were nice and long. Hair down to her shoulders capitat

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.

Meanwhile, Daley returned to the Stardust Realm. At the City Lord’s Mansion’s courtyard in Stardust City, Melinda was sitting in the gazebo playing the harp. The melodious tune of the harp reverberated throughout the region. Daley walked over to her and knelt on one knee. Melinda paid no heed to him and continued playing the harp. Soon, the song came to an end. Then, she glanced at Daley and asked while wearing a composed expression on her face, “How did it go?”

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.

Cindy’s emotions were running so high that her face had gone pale, yet she had no choice but to follow Elaine onto the stage. The atmosphere grew tense as Elaine opened the press conference and asked for Cindy’s nude photos to be displayed again. In each photo, the men’s faces were different—there were two or three of them—but the woman in every picture was Cindy. The woman’s back in the photos was clear and unmarked. When the reporters saw the photos, some spoke up:

The perfect amount of view, and preview. Dahlia started a slow spin without saying a word. As she turned away from me, I saw that her panties were a thong. I thought her ass was amazing before? Holy Shit! I have known my niece had an incredible backside from the first time I saw it. In bikini underwear it is absolutely incredible. Nude, it is even better! The shape, the feel, it is indescribable, but in this outfit??? It was the cherry on a chocolate sundae! The bow on a beautifully wrapped gift! The single drop of rain, glistening on a perfect rose. The green lace, bright against her pale skin, pulling in and then disappearing into that fantastic ass? I thought I might be in heaven!