Michele Greene Nude Novels & Stories

But I knew she wouldn’t buy it — not for a second. “You don’t have to jerk off, you know,” she said, her voice sweet and tempting. “I’m right here.” I turned around slowly. “Michelle…” The sight of her hit me like a punch to the chest. She was sitting up on the bed with her legs crossed, completely naked, looking at me with those big, beautiful eyes. Her pale skin was glowing under the soft light, her breasts rising and falling with each breath — perfect, full, and fitting so beautifully in my hands. Her nipples were still hard and magnificent. Every cell in my body screamed at me to go back, pin her down, and suck on them until she was moaning my name again.

Just as I stepped through the door, my phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down and squinted. No name. Just an unknown number. Hmm… Strange. The picture loaded slowly, then it appeared. My eyes went wide the second it came into focus. My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the phone. Nico was in it. He was naked, lying on his side. Nico’s eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep. His arm was draped over a blonde‑haired woman, pulling her close against him. Her bare back was to the camera.

“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.

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That agony that once tore me apart was stripped away and reshaped, stroke by stroke, until it became the silent works hanging on the walls. Renee sent me a text. "Congratulations to our great artist! Have a few extra glasses for me!" Just after I replied to her, a familiar figure that appeared at the entrance instantly drew everyone's gaze. It was Landon. Dressed in a perfectly tailored dray grey trench coat, he moved through the crowd straight toward me, carrying a bouquet of irises. "I hope you don't mind me showing up uninvited, Ms. Holden," he said, handing me the flowers. Mom and Dad were visibly curious.

Helen said, squinting at the screen. “You got it, baby,” I said automatically, still snapping photos. Monica shot me a death glare, her jaw tightening. Helen looked confused, glancing between us. “Sorry,” I said quickly, lowering the phone for a second. We continued the photoshoot, tension thick in the room. I was extremely hard, my focus slipping. They were posing in front of me, practically naked, and occasionally touching each other without thinking. Covering their nipples somehow made it even sexier, pushing me closer to losing control.

It was Reinhard who seemed to have just woken up from his stupor. Reinhard got up, sat down, and looked around until he saw something he shouldn't have seen, an earthly beauty that made him feel like he was in, where there were three beautiful women naked in front of his eyes. And from Reinhard's pants, something appeared that seemed to want to burst out of it. “Aaaaaaaaaaa! ... ” Alexis and Michelle shouted at the same time. Ginny was as calm as ever, expressionless. She could only be embarrassed if Damien stared at her naked.

I hummed softly as I rinsed my mug in the sink, listening to Stassie ramble on about how I’d apparently become a domestic goddess—cutting fruit into perfect squares like an Italian grandmother. It was almost enough to make me forget. Almost. Then my phone buzzed. A single vibration. Sharp. Unexpected. I frowned, drying my hands on a towel before picking it up. My stomach flipped at the screen: Unknown Number. I hesitated, thumb hovering. I tapped the notification. Everything stopped. A photo. Grainy. Dimly lit. But unmistakably real. Sienna McCoy. Naked. Draped across Nikolai’s bare chest, her long hair tangled over his skin like silk. One of her hands rested on his abdomen. His eyes were cl

Not only journalists but heiress of other families also pulled out their phones to capture a slight glimpse of cold and alluring beauty. His cold gaze swept across all the journalist and guest, forcing them to retreat backwards. To their surprise he held out his hand and a small slender hand was elegantly put on his large palm. Golden heels landed on floor and pale legs were visible to everyone. They all look earnestly to be the first to glimpse at the lady who managed to appear with Damien Romano. With an elegant smile, Athena made her way out of car and intimately wrapped her hands around Damien's arm. She wore a emerald green below knee length off shoulder gown. Rownd diamond earrings dan

Greg grabbed her roughly by the wrists and pinned them behind her head as he removed his white tee shirt, grabbing it from the bottom and crossing his arms over his head as he flung it off, exposing his flaring abs and oblique muscles. As Greg began to unbutton his pants, Cooper whispered into the ear of the next student in line, who confidently strode up to the platform, removing his shirt as he moved. Matilda turned her head to the right to observe him as he advanced, noticing the momentous bulge in his pants. By the time she turned her head back to the activity in front of her, Greg had already stripped himself completely naked. She stared in awe as his bulging cock stood straight up and