Naked Body Pillow Novels & Stories

Besides, the butt plug was large enough that it easily held the large steel balls in. He used a nipple pump on me, sucking each nipple up and then sliding an O ring on them, making them forcibly erect. When he put my dress on me, they poked visibly against the thin, pale fabric. As usual, I had no panties, but it was unusual for them not to give me a bra, since my tits were pretty big. It was a sun dress, which was a bit unusual for the Pacific Northwest in late April, but the halter top helped hold my naked tits up when it was tied behind my neck. Spike heel sandals completed the "ready for Spring" look.

That we would all kneel? I pivot, and she is there: the Shadow, named so because she has the build of those who block the light, tall and heavy, stocky, arms bristled with twisted muscles, a smooth and shiny skull like a blade, and a jaw that snaps at regular intervals like a iron trap waiting to crush whatever comes too close.

The song is so comforting and nice to dance into, even for a poor ballroom dancer like me. After slow dancing to a few songs, Clayton said he wanted to get something in his car. A few minutes later, he was back with a huge wicker basket full of colorful things. It’s filled with BodyBabes products, a premium, hip, bath & beauty brand. I really love their products, but unfortunately, they’re kinda pricey for penniless students like me. He put the hamper on the coffee table and asked me to get closer. I saw so many things inside, maybe around 40-50 different products, ranging from bath bubbles, scrub bars, body wash, body cream, face mask, lip, eye, cheek color, even nail polish!

With unwavering determination, I slip out of my excuse for a dress, standing naked before him. My tits go hard from the cold and all the pent-up frustrations in my body. As he starts undressing, I feel a little better. At least, I won’t be the only naked person in the room. However, he only takes off his shirt and singlet, revealing the most perfect body I have ever laid my eyes on. Not that I have seen any other naked body aside from the ones on my television screen and the gigolos in Velvet Steam. He then sat on one of the single-seater sofas before pointing me toward the other empty one.

She was naked, soaked, and trembling with need. She climbed onto the bed, lay on her back, and spread her legs obscenely wide. From the nightstand drawer she pulled out her thick, realistic dildo — veiny, eight-and-a-half inches, with a fat realistic head. It was the closest thing she had to what she’d just seen.

It was like watching the world’s dirtiest movie on a big screen. And there, in the center of the room, on a massive king-sized bed was a second guy. He was laying naked on scattered pillows, his body toned and tanned, cock already rigid on a nest of trimmed hair. He stroked himself lazily, hand wrapped around the thick base, pumping up and down the veiny shaft in slow, deliberate strokes that made pre-cum bead at the tip and smear under his thumb. He looked up as we entered with a predatory glint in his eye.

I GRIPPED THE DOORKNOB, turned it slowly, and pushed the door open. Except for a pair of white stockings from mid-thigh down, Ashleigh was stark naked. She lay amid a mountain of pillows with her arms thrown back over her head and her legs cocked outward at the knees. Half a dozen lighted candles scented the room and provided the only light. The sight of her took my breath away. She looked like a movie star—Julia Roberts in person, naked.

Alaric suggests, his warm smile lighting up the room. Filled with curiosity, I hurriedly made my way towards the walk-in closet where I had spotted the letter earlier. To my surprise, I stumbled upon a delightful discovery: a pair of sleek black leggings accompanied by a charming t-shirt. My excitement grew as I reached for a matching pink bra and underwear set, and completed the ensemble with a cozy pair of socks. Eager to show off my new attire, I stepped out into the bedroom, only to be greeted by a jaw-dropping sight. Both men stood before me, completely naked, their chiseled bodies on full display. My heart raced as I couldn't help but admire their undeniable sexiness.

Zara said, breathily. I took the pillow -- a sad, floppy, lime green thing whose filling had fled long ago -- and dropped it on the ground. I fluffed the pillow as best I could, then lay down on top of it. I adjusted myself till I had my genitals in what seemed like the right place.

What kind of evil human being naps at a time like this? He wasn’t facing me, so I couldn’t see his face, but as I stepped closer, I realized something else, he was naked. Although the duvet covered half of his body, once that thought entered my head, I couldn’t stop imagining the rest and of course, I also expected him to be fully naked because he didn’t look like the type to sleep with clothes on and of course, he was also built like a damn Greek statue. The muscles on his back looked strong, smooth and toned like he took back day at the gym personally.