Natalie Florence Nude Novels & Stories

“Sorry to disappoint, Mack-Attack, but no.” I tried not to let my disappointment show. She had a great collection already, and we could enjoy them again. I was about to ask, but then she threw the link wide open and suddenly my mind was flooded and my entire body went still. Natalie with fuller breasts. Her skin blushing. “What’s going on?” But she just smiled and sent more: Natalie with a rounded stomach, laughing and then groaning about a sore back. “Natalie…” I breathed. Natalie sleeping in our bed, curled around a tiny bundle.

I had felt her body that one night but she hadn’t been entirely naked. I saw her close her eyes as she slid down me. I was hard and pressed against her stomach. I wanted her so bad that I could taste it. I stepped back from her so she could look at me completely nude. I imagined what I actually looked like naked as she looked at me. I wanted to go all in. “I want you to see what I really look like,” I said.

*BE MY NAKED LOVE* *CHAPTER 2* Approximately one hundred and sixty three days left, Lance had raised just three thousand dollars from the coffee shop and selling some of the possessions he owned. Vanessa still hadn't made a penny to bring home. Later that night she headed up to the biggest club in the town THE NEXUS. On arriving there , she met the female lead stripper Selma who was amazed by Vanessa's physical appearance and instantly knew she would be a top watch by the men.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

"Sure." My daughter is casually discussing sending me nudes like it's a new song she likes. I feel like I am losing my mind. I got an erection looking at my daughter's pussy and open ass last night and she wanted me to look at them. Florence goes on about the process of nude photography and the history behind the craft. I take a few more big sips of my drink and listen intently. The waiter sets our orders down in front of us and his eyes linger on my daughter. She tilts her head and gives the waiter a sultry smile. He nervously walks away and Florence giggles. "I'm going to pose again when the next semester starts and I couldn't be more excited," Florence tells me.

I drop my forehead between her breasts and like a broken record, images of Zara , sprawled out on the bed evade my senses. Thick thighs, that white lace panties she had on, the slight swell of her belly, the brown hardened tip of her full breasts… I immediately push the woman on my lap away. She looks at me in confusion from her position on the floor. Brenda has always been my call girl. I needed an itch scratched, I called Brenda. But somehow, her presence right now does nothing to quell the inferno in me. Each time I blink, images of Zara assault my senses.

“Going once, going twice sol-” “ A thousand grams!” A voice interrupted, earning gasps from the crowd. I swallowed the invisible saliva clinging to my tongue as my eyes searched desperately for who would want to risk that kind of amount on a cursed woman. “That’s ridiculous for a demon, a thousand-“ “She is a Nymph!” A man dressed in a cotehardie and black boots with a feather hat that almost covered his face strode forward. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the devilish beauty underneath the hat. “A thousand and she’s mine,” he blurted, holding the gaze of the man who stood beside me.

Millie stopped in front of it, staring at the rippling surface, trying to steady her breathing. Behind her, Nina lingered silently until she was approached by someone. Millie turned her head to look. It was the same woman she’d noticed earlier during dinner—the older one in the sheer, elegant gown that clung to her curves like liquid silk. Beside her stood the young man, now completely naked. His lean, toned body gleamed under the lantern light, and Millie’s gaze unwillingly dropped to his exposed cock. He smirked, seemingly unfazed by her obvious discomfort. Her cheeks burned as she quickly looked away, her attention snapping back to the fountain.

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.”

Natalie was scared that if she appears in the newspapers and magazines then she'd have a lot of people coming after her but the moment Dante brushed through her swollen clit, all her worries and fear disappeared. She bit back the moan that was she knew was coming but when he raised her legs and she was exposed above the waters with his tongue skimming through her pussy, she lost herself. With swollen lips from being constantly kissed and rosy cheeks, Natalie appeared before the kids. "Good morning, Nat," Noah smiled happily at her. "A good morning indeed, Nat," Chloe chipped in. Natalie blushed again as she gave the girl an odd look. Sometimes, Chloe talked more than her age.