Missy Cooper Nudes Novels & Stories

Something they could no longer ignore. The moment before—the one suspended between desire and action, between restraint and surrender—was over. And what came next… would not be quiet.

If this got out, GLAAD would have her ass on a platter—and never mind Zane’s lawyers. This, however, wasn’t the worst the footage had to reveal—or not from Missy’s perspective. Excited by the topics she and her lover had been discussing, Missy tossed back her hair and came. A sound like a dying walrus issued from the phone’s speakers. Missy might not mind the world seeing her naked, but she’d damn well mind them knowing the noise she made when she climaxed. Missy jabbed her phone off, but not before half a dozen people turned curiously toward the noise. “You wouldn’t,” she hissed, her eyes shooting flames. “That . . . that is a private thing!”

“These are in the way.” His golden eyes darkened. He gave a single, slow nod. Her fingers worked the button. Then the next. The fabric parted. She pushed the pants down over his hips, and he stepped out of them, kicking them aside. He stood before her, completely unclothed, bathed in the stark stripes of light and shadow. There was no arrogance in his posture, only a raw and vulnerable offering. She drank him in. The powerful lines of him, the proof of his strength and his survival. Her gaze was clinical for a moment, taking inventory, then it softened into something else entirely. “You’re beautiful,” she said, the words simple and true.

Even so, Louisa herself was sure of the answer to that question. Mr. George immediately looked sharply at Louisa, and his hand reached into his coat pocket, then threw the sheet of photo paper in front of Louisa's desk. Louisa and Henry immediately glanced at the photos secretly. “I'm really disapointed right now. I really never thought that you were cheap enough, Louisa. Wearing skimpy clothes like that and coming to a cheap club, then kissing a foreign guy. So disgusting, Louisa."

I was lying down on the couch watching a movie, and he picked up my feet and sat down on the sofa while we watched together. Oliver played with my toes, tickling me, and before I knew it, I was feeling drowsy. A shirtless Oliver pushed me to the sofa. Our mouths fused together, and while his hands were roaming around my body, I couldn't resist the burning sensation I felt in my very core. His tongue wandered on my neck, kissing every inch of me. I kept cheering him on. His hands slipped underneath my cloth, and he pulled the cloth off me, baring my b**bs for his eyes to feast on. He grabbed my b**bs and began kneading the dough. He bent over to take my n*pple in his mouth.

These photos were undoubtedly nudes of some artists. Upon closer look, these were some of the most popular artists, and all of them had worked with Viola Magazine before. Regardless of gender, these nudes were exposed. In these photos, the artists’ expressions were not as relaxed as usual. Instead, they looked very cooperative and well-behaved like they were working. The following people immediately replied. [OMG, this woman has such a great body! Don’t you get a nosebleed when you shoot these?] [This man ain’t that great. He needs to be retouched. But these photos are really rare…]

He ordered the driver to start the car and sped off, disappearing into the night. The street was still busy with traffic, but time seemed to stand still. There was only Zack and me with my loosened bra at that moment. The neckline of my blouse fell directly at my decollete. The fabric trembled ever so slightly along with the rhythmic rise and fall of the heartbeat within my chest. Zack looked up and glanced at me, not hiding the disdain in his eyes. I swiftly hooked my bra back in place and gave him a smile. "What are you looking at? Never seen a beauty before? If you're willing to spend, I'll entertain you too."

I wish I hadn't looked. My breath hitched as I stared at the screen. There, in full view were pictures. Of Valerie. Naked. In various explicit positions. In one of them, her hand was playing with her tits; in others, I'd rather not say. Messages popped one after another: I’m waiting here for you, I'm horny again...

“What’s the worst I could find? Lexi Blaze's new red edition trailer? A fan club?” She chuckled and tapped on the notification, completely oblivious to Silas's pale state. But what she saw... Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted slightly. It was a string of nudes, the kind an androgynous camboy would send. She tapped on the first one automatically loading. It opened immediately. The image that filled the screen was that of a boy, his legs in the air, and his hole, stretched lewdly for the camera. And the caption read, Let me be your cum dump again.

If I'm getting this right I was pretty obsessed with this girl. This has to be fake. I scrolled through the pictures and my eyes widened at some of them. I did not expect to see her nudes in here. Wait, did I ask her to send me nudes? What a fucking dick. A whole photo album dedicated to one girl. And I, Cole Cyprus, don't have pictures of any other girls. Just nudes of my stepsister. So that's why she was acting all weird. She loves me. I loved her? What the fuck?