Michele Greene Nude Novels & Stories

Greg braced himself on the door. Carrie had a sly grin. Her plump lips were painted red, but that was all he could see of her face. The screen was taken over by smooth, flawless skin spanning from her throat down to her chest. Shoulders bare, Greg could tell she was naked. Presented in the photo was his boss’s cleavage. She had one hand on one of her breasts, which was pushed up so that Greg could see almost its whole size. She was fondling her breasts while texting Greg.

I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth to take it back. Dozens of photos of me... Fully, completely naked, the way you only are when you're certain you're alone — stepping out of the shower with my hair dripping down my spine, sprawled on top of the covers on several hot nights, on my knees on the mattress reaching for the lamp, legs mostly open because who closes their legs alone in their own locked room? "Jesus," I whispered. “This isn’t happening.”

With one sharp tug, the delicate fabric tore away, leaving her completely exposed. Anny lay there, chest heaving, her body bare except for the ruined top still bunched beneath her breasts, her legs slightly parted in a gesture of unconscious invitation. Michele and Adriano retreated for a moment, positioning themselves on either side of her. They didn't touch her immediately, instead, they just stared. They looked like hungry wolves, their eyes scanning her trembling thighs, the swell of her breasts and the glistening wetness between her legs. "Look at you," Michele murmured. "Spread out like a feast."

He entered onto the rooftop in a staggered manner, stood frozen for a while, and grabbed his chest, frightened of the figure on the premium red chair; it was none other than Nathan Greene. "Happy Eightieth Birthday, Asshole! I hoped you liked my gift." His cheeks brightened up joyfully as he strode closer and nearer to the scared Macerio while making the sex moans play repeatedly in the background. Now, it was only the both of them; there was no sort of escape for him!

Mrs. Greene opened her flap and unlocked the floodgate, the spit during her tirade so profusive that she could water an old lady’s lawn. “It’s him, officers! It’s all him! He did this to his own camera just to remove himself as a suspect, but we know better than that! He’s the guy who stole my goddamn lingerie!” She turned and trained her finger on Javier. “You vile, disgusting, degenerate piece of sh*t! Ptooey!”

“Shut up.” Clothes came off in pieces. Maya’s top ripped. Bra unhooked and tossed. Lira’s dress hit the floor and she stood there naked, perfect, almost too perfect. Smooth skin, nipples dark and tight, a thin trail of hair leading down to a bare, glistening cunt. Between her legs something else flickered for a second—shadow, scales, gone before Maya could focus.

Watching her with hooded eyes, Annie realized she must be drunk. Michele seemed to be looking directly into Annie's eyes as she began to push down at her waistband. She stepped out of the tangle of track pants at her feet, grabbed the hem of her tank top and struggled to pull it and her sports bra over her head. Freeing herself, she dropped the tops and stood for a moment above Annie, totally naked in the dark, swaying slightly. Annie had held very still, unsure of what to do. She had wanted to reach out, to touch her, but Michele had stepped away before she could overcome her own reluctance. She watched as the stronger girl sat down heavily on her bed, admired he long calves. Michele was as

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

Ann looked at herself in a few poses, then picked up her phone from the table and took a few photos of her reflection, naked apart from her shoes. Ann placed the phone on the table next to her wine and drank the last sip of her wine down. Moving her attention back to the shopping bag, she pulled out the first items. she held up a green bra in both hands before proceeding to try it on. It was a single tone green with half cups, and lace at the top. Once she had settled it and adjusted its straps, she fished through the bag until she pulled out a green matching g-string. Her hands guided it over each silver shoe and slid it up over her hips. Again, Ann picked up the camera and inspected hersel

“Ezrah, that is Michelle. Let’s go take a picture together. I already got a pass.” Somehow, Ezrah froze at the sight of the woman dressed in a Michelle Versini Luxury Thigh-high Slit Embroidered Evening Dress. The back was totally bare. There was just something about the woman that made his heart thump so loud, he was afraid that people around would hear it.