Naturist Contest Novels & Stories

They're to sit and eat the bowls of fruits and beef on the table, including liquor, which would of course slow down a few contestants. Natalie is a fan of pack run, she always cheers whoever she deems fit as her favorite, but now she's silent. Hasn't even made any sound. Is it because her daughter is among the contestants? She doesn't like her running or she's sensed something happened between the two of us? Turning my attention back to my mate, I can see her devouring her meat like a glutton. She's eating with all of her cheeks full. Seeing her like this reminds me that I am to reject her right after the pack run. And it just feels too wrong, even though I've hardened my heart to do it.

“I'm helping Natasha with her fall reading festival this year. She's been holding it for how many years now?” “Eight.” she says, shoving another piece of chicken in her mouth. Some sauce dribbles down her mouth and her tongue traces her bottom lip to lick it off. I'm staring at those lips, dirty nasty, adult thoughts intruding my sanity when Adam taps my leg. He definitely noticed. Game over. I have to pull it together, it's now or never. I need to get done with dinner, get home, take care of my aching dick and I will never have to see this temptress again. That’s the plan. I can do it. When I make up my mind, nothing can stop me. I need to remember, if I can work my ass off not only e

I didn't know what contest they were talking about. “It is the biggest running contest of the year, allowing werewolves who are not part of our pack to participate. There are many werewolves from other packs who will come here to participate in this competition or to cheer for friends or relatives because if they have a record in the top ten in the competition, they will have a chance to become a member of our pak without having to take the entrance exam with many fierce categories.” A gardener explained to me. "Is that still the case?" I spoke up in surprise.

Mr Winters said and everyone nodded in affirmative. "Mig,Elva" Fleur called,her gaze fixed on something in Braun's iPod. "Yes" We answered. "Braun just showed me something...There is a competition coming up in two weeks time..it's created by the wealthiest politicians in Mexico...it'll be done annually and It's based on modelling and music..the competition are for popular models and musicians...

The contest for the most beautiful woman is the first to take place, Whitney is among the contestants. A lot of questions were asked, and she answered hers, when it came to Zoe, she also answered hers, Jane was not left out, the contest was reduced in time, and Cathy was in the audience if the question was thrown to the audience, she answered it. "Catherine, why do you keep answering the questions that are thrown to the audience? Do you intend to Join?" "Relax, it's just for fun and how could I join when the contest has started already?" "It's simple, clause seven of the terms and conditions say that if you can answer five of the questions thrown to the audience, you are free to join when it

Still, with each passing day, more challenging and brutal animals like bears, lions, tigers, and boars were released for hunting competitions. The same goes for archer and shooting competitions; each passing day makes it difficult for contestants to hit their targets. In the last round of the competition, contestants were made to clear an obstacle course while hitting moving targets. But still, everyone enjoyed the annual function. Some people enjoy the annual function so much that; they suggest to Cole and Emma that it should be held every year instead of every five years. But Emma and some other people reject the idea that it consists of lots of work to be held every year.

“Let’s talk about the game first,” “Well, I already signed you up. Still not pregnant by now?” he sounds teasing. I blushed from the thought that popped in my head from what he said. Jacob and I did not even completed the mating! Ugh! “Dylan!” I said in a warning voice. He laughed. “Well, the contest is scheduled this week. Three days from now. As usual, it will be held during sunset. There’s new faces, too, maybe someone will finally beat you.” I slapped his back hard and he only laughed.

'Paragon annual designing contest' I halted, slowly scrolling through my phone. "Paragon is hosting a contest?" I muttered, my eyes scanning through every words displayed on my phone. It was a contest where talented designers upload their designs, and the best design with the highest audience votes wins cash price, dress of the year, and a percent of the sales of the dress. For a second, I thought of giving it a try, but as I scrolled through the number of people that already applied with their work, and some of them being celebrities who had won the contest three times in three years, I lost the spark. Will I even get a chance to win anything?

“In the second challenge, other three competitors go home. And of the last three, only one, the best, will win the last event. And the ‘Divine Parchment’ the big prize, will go to the best one, only one. This is how the contest will take place. Good luck to all the competitors and let the Magic Contest of this Decade start! May the best ones win the ‘Divine Parchment’!” A wonderful firework display at least as fantastic and interesting as the aurora borealis phenomenon appeared again above the stadium. The viewers who expected a much longer monologue were amazed when they saw Nakutsck finished the presentation. “What happened to Nakutsck?” an older wizard asked, smiling. “He got me used to h

Mom came out of the kitchen and said, "You must have forgotten, the annual youth contest is fast approaching, and the preparation has taken place already" "Oh", I completely forgot, I have missed out on a lot. The annual youth contest takes place every year and each supernatural clan including the mortals will choose a talented youth to participate in the contest and win victory for their clan. I have won this six times in a roll without my sight, but instead of praise I get disdain, they called me a waste of talent, I remember it all like it was yesterday, I want to go once more and fight now that I have my sight back, I want to see who dares speak trash of my name. The thought of this gave