Monica Patterson Nude Novels & Stories

I wasn’t supposed to be tied down by what happened years ago. “If I don’t deal with it now, I will never get out of it” I assured myself, and agreed to go immediately. Irene flashed a victorious smile. “Now that’s my baby.” We all dressed up in our various outfits the next evening and got ready for the party. Irene was in a peach braless gown that stopped right under her firm buttocks. Her silky blonde hair was flowing down her bare back as she dazzled in her shiny eye shadow. Monica, on the other hand, was in a white dress that was woven from the top to the bottom on the left side. She didn’t put on anything underneath and just flashed her milky skin through the visible spaces. Her hair was

“It’s such a shame to cover those breasts up, it’s like covering up the Mona Lisa or The David. They are a bloody work of art.” Monica has no response to that, she just laughs and pull on the shirt. Her cheeks already blushing with the idea of how much close they have grown into 24hours and it's fucking suffocating for her. It was a marriage convincing to her and him. Who could ever think that they would crawl into each other's space, time and body? One of his shirts that falls down her thighs. She puts her hair up and ties neatly before putting on a show of how she looks delicious and every man's wet dream. She paints her lips dark brown and her eyes so full of sunshine it looks like she wa

he announced, impatience lacing his tone. Monica picked the piece and walked to the bathroom, Striped off her clothes, and put on the multi-string bikini, as she stared at her reflection. Her flat stomach, thighs, and back were exposed. she felt sexy in the black bikini but couldn't bring herself to reveal it to Sly. To feed her insecurities, she searched through her casuals and got a loose transparent shirt, and slipped it over the bikini. After much hesitation, She stepped out of the bathroom. Her gaze was on the floor the whole time as she saw Sly walk towards her. "Remove the shirt, Monica," he ordered.

Monica replied as she grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom. Monica showered quickly, she quickly changed her clothes and dressed up neatly. Even though at home she only wears negligee and t-shirts, she must still look beautiful in front of her husband. The problem is that there are so many prostitutes out there. "Mama has finished bathing," Monica said as she kissed Endaru and hugged Anton. "Wow, mom is back to her old beauty," Anton praised. "Yes, I'm basically pretty and sweet," Monica said proudly. "Yes, yes. You are indeed the most beautiful in the world," Anton praised again.

Naked, skin glowing under the soft spa lighting, she runs her fingers through her hair, shakes it out, and strides toward the steam room entrance, hips swaying unselfconsciously. Patterson’s wife, moves with quiet precision. She slips the thin straps of her floral maxi dress off her shoulders first; the bodice falls to her waist immediately. She pushes the fabric past her hips with both hands—the loose cotton whispers down her legs and puddles at her feet. She steps out carefully, then reaches behind to unhook her strapless bra and lets it fall. Her nude lace panties come next, thumbs in the waistband, she bends at the hips, slides them down over the curve of her ass, past her thighs, and st

I could feel the heat—my mind praying and hoping it was not what I was thinking. “And who? Annie?” The lack of patience is visible in my voice. “I don't know how this would sound, but we decided I have to be the one to tell you before you see it and go into shock.” She was stalling. From her voice, I knew she was stalling for time; she does that when she doesn't know what to say. “Ok? Annie. Tell me. Monica and who?” “And Ivor.” She coughed. “Their pictures have been circulating since midnight.” Another paused. “Naked. Together. Under one sheet.”

“Ever again.” Niccola studies my face, searching for cracks. “Is she being arrested?” “Not yet,” I admit. “But she’s cornered.” My mother exhales slowly, something like relief softening her posture. “About time.” The TV flickers to life behind us. Mom must’ve turned it on earlier without sound. Now a familiar image fills the screen. Monica. Standing outside a courthouse in a tailored coat, hair immaculate, jaw set like steel. Cameras swarm her. Microphones press forward like weapons.

In the heat of the moment, Nathan roughly tore Monica’s clothes, ripping them open to reveal her chest, causing a soft moan to escape her lips. Nathan moved his lips to her right breast while his fingers toyed with the left. Monica’s hands gripped Nathan’s muscular shoulders, which were still covered by a thin white shirt. Finally, with a quick movement, Nathan threw off his shirt, exposing his chest. Monica, now fully enticed, moved to Nathan’s left ear, heightening the man’s desire as her slender fingers gently brushed his chest.

My panties came off next until I stood naked in front of them, my skin tingling under Jade's gaze. "Good girl." Jade's eyes raked over me, before turning to Monica. "Follow suit, darling." For a second, Monica hesitated. And Jade wasn't exactly pleased. "I said strip." Monica's fingers fumbled with her shirt buttons, before pulling her shirt off, revealing lace-covered breasts. Her pants slid down her legs, pooling at her feet. She stood in her underwear, her hands covering herself. Who could've though the bufch with the sharp mouth could be this… shy?

I called, “half an hour to show time.” “Thanks, Charlie,” Monica said, as she shimmied between me and the door frame. Her long bare legs made short work of the red room floor—we preferred red instead of green like in theater—as she strode toward her vanity and took a seat. The fishnet stockings she had on were dotted with glittering crystals at every cross section. I’d been eyeing them for weeks considering buying myself a pair, but the good ones cost upward of a couple hundred dollars. The money she earned during her routines made purchases like that no big deal to her. Monica was my highest grossing dancer. She’d been stripping here at Ascension since I first started as a dancer. She and I