Michaela Stark Nude Novels & Stories

A panel in the wall—right behind the picture—slid open with a grinding of stone on stone. A woman stepped out. Sister Mara, 30, church clothes gone, naked except for a silver collar etched with Latin: “Peccavi”—I have sinned. Her body was a map of control: faint rope marks on her wrists, a tattoo of a snake coiled around her belly, nipples pierced with tiny silver rings. She held a fifth camera—digital and modern, live-streaming to a dark-web server. Behind her: a wall of screens, set into the stone, glowing with dozens of feeds.

“So, when you died, you were able to keep your… spirit going here in the dream world?” “Well done, yes. It's not that difficult if you have the will power; most people don't.” Michael was now painfully aware that this very attractive, very exotic woman was also naked from the waist up. Her white skirt fell down to her ankles, her headdress was incredibly ornate, and she was wearing a beautiful pectoral of gold and lapis lazuli, but her breasts were bare, the areolas and nipples reddened with makeup. “Julia came to me because of something you did tonight.” “Um, we just talked.” Quite why he was embarrassed to mention the sex in front of this woman, Michael did not know, but embarrassed he was

He leaped forward and turned around again, a smile finding his lips. “Are you going to be brave?” I taunted, not knowing what had gotten into me that day. I swam backward, daring him to come after me. Michael slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped off his perfectly fitting shorts until he was standing there with nothing on but the wind at his back. I couldn’t help but stare at him standing naked on the shore. He followed me into the water, although less gracefully. “What did you want to talk about?” I asked as Michael stopped a few feet from me, treading water. It was hard to keep my eyes on his face and not let them wander down to his manhood.

Michael asked in fright. "Relax, Michael. I have had a thing or two for you for a while now. Now stop acting like a child, make me feel like a woman," she circled him, trailing a finger around his shoulders as she did. "No one needs to know," she added, now standing in front of him. Michael looked gobsmacked. He was very shocked. He blinked his eyes as he watched Athena take things a step further by twisting her shoulders, nudging her clothes off her, revealing her nakedness. My heart fell at the sight.

Crystal catcalled. I rolled my eyes and took a seat at my desk, my back to her. "What?" Crystal shouted at my back. "You haven't been on TMZ today?" I felt a cold dread wash over me. There was no way. "F*ck you, Crystal," I said, shooting her the bird. When I was sure she was busy, though, I did get online. Sure enough, there were pictures of Michael and me plastered all over every gossip rag in the city. "Michael Hightower Seen Out with Latina Lover."

What else did you find? ‘Uh … well … it’s rather graphic.’ ‘Graphic?’ I furrowed my forehead. ‘After untying him from bed posts, removing the blanket and the flower petals, we discovered Michael was naked. His …’ the warrior gulped before continuing his words, ‘uh … groin was tied with trousers.’ He took a deep breath before talking again. ‘Then we found more flower petals. But then … Well, we saw the graphic scene.’ ‘Yes?’ I was curious to know what Anna did to Michael.

Though it was a legitimate question, I couldn't help but smile. "Thankfully, not that either," I said. "But it’s like we thought. I just saw pictures of other young girls on Mr. Williams' desktop. He didn't even try to hide it when I came in." "Slow down Mila. What exactly did you see?" she asked me, still holding my shoulders. "They had statistics, descriptions, even their measurements. The girls were half naked for God's sake. It was probably a dating site." Ada didn't speak at first but then she laughed under her breath and smiled knowingly.

He really has a reason for everything just so that I give him what he wants but still it didn’t help me to stop thinking how embarrassing it is if ever someone caught us here. "Imagine that it's only me and you in this place. I want you to close your eyes and imagine me without clothes, not even a brief or boxer." Michael ordered me and for some unknown reason, I obeyed his order. I closed my eyes and started to think of Michael’s naked body. I can't help but swallow my saliva when I once again remembered his salivating six-pack abs and his big dick that could actually shed every women's panties just by looking at his naked body.

Realizing that she was talking to Michael stark naked, Christina immediately rolled herself up with a blanket and gave him the death glare. Michael let out a light laugh as all traces of anger melted off his face. “Is that necessary? You know I’ve seen every inch of you, right?” Christina’s face turned bright red. “You shameless man!” Michael slowly folded a towel around his body. “Your clothes were wet from the rain last night so I had to take them off. The villa doesn’t have a female occupant for now, so I sent my men to get some clothes for you. Give them some time.”

Intentionally, Grace was making him suffer in silence Actually, Michael is a weak man. He easily get hor*y when he sees a private part of a female. He waa trying to control himself. But Grace keeps tempting him more. He was staring lustfully at her cleavage. Grace stood and bent over her laptop. Revealing more part of her cleavage. Michael went back to his seat. He started licking his lips imagining some weird things in his head. Grace's jacket was slipping away from her body gradually. The whole upper part of her body was almost exposed.