Naturist Contest Novels & Stories

Prologue My name is Nadia Burlesque. I don’t believe in love at first sight or love at all. My life has never been like the movies, and I live a very risqué lifestyle. Before I can get into all of that, I feel it only fits that you know my back story.

"Is he worried about me?" Elias nodded; he turned his gaze to the distance as if contemplating that. "Kelsey, I think I should tell you about the rules of the contest." I'm nervous, and I have a feeling it's terrible. "I'm listening, Sir," I said small. "Actually, the rules of this contest are elementary. It is a contest created to find the strongest warrior of the Red Forest; of course, the winner will have a lot of benefits later, so everyone wants to take first place. During the competition, the warriors will be free to operate in the forest for three days. The position in the forest is perilous, and there are many wild animals and traps arranged everywhere, requiring the warriors to have

I shook my head hard enough that my earrings jingled, trying to pull myself back into the moment. This was supposed to be a sacred celebration—the Luna Festival, a once-a-year event to honor the moon goddess. The kind of thing steeped in tradition and whispered reverence. But looking around, it was less holy ritual and more nude rave. Naked bodies—both male and female—were moving to the pounding drumbeats, swaying in strange rhythms, touching, laughing, even doing… other things I probably shouldn’t be watching. Not everyone was naked, but there were enough bare chests and swinging parts to make my eyes dart all over the place, unsure where it was safe to look.

I will see you at the finish line. ‘Yes. I will be there. I love you more than words can say, Catherine.’ I smiled at him before the screen in front of the stage caught my attention. There were three big screens, one on each side and one at the back, which I was facing. The speaker was reading the rules of the Claiming, and although I had read them from the manuals I had, I still tried to take in all that I could. ¤ Contenders are not allowed to bring any weapons or any metals inside, including rings, necklaces, or any metal jewelry.

His strong muscular arms, broad chest and his perfect six pack abdomen, everything was so sexy that girls started screaming happily, everyone was cheering for him. Following the suit, others also started undressing themselves, so that they can go on in the competition with an ease. but Joe, was the only candidate who decided against it and he didn't removed his clothes. Witnessing his actions, Tiya looked towards Ruby and raised her eyebrow. "How can you allow your man to be naked in front of so many mad girls? " "And how will he perform with such clothes inside a cage?" "Well that has to be managed by him." Ruby shrugged while continuing her focus on the match.

That almost makes me sad. Station Two: Endurance (Prince Nate) Nate’s endurance course is basically humiliation with obstacles. There’s a sprint loop, a climbing wall, balance beams, rope pulls, designed to let wolves show off speed and strength. Several girls shift partially, eyes flashing, claws emerging, earning cheers. Nate saunters along the course, clapping and laughing and making “encouraging” comments that sound like taunts. When my turn comes, I step onto the start line and feel the familiar sting of being at a disadvantage.

Each one of them expressed excitement they too had allowed their tits to be seen and how excited it made them feel. Jenna and Terri started bringing out the food and setting it on the tables. Terri said, "All the food is here, so come out and get dried off and we can eat." One by one we walked up the steps to get out of the pool and grabbed a towel to dry off and sit on while we ate dinner. While we were eating dinner there were many questions floated around the table about our nudist lifestyle. Of course there were some questions for Jenna about her exhibitionist streak and how she got the nerve to let total strangers see her whole naked body. Jenna told everyone it excited her and made her

Both Cassandra and Whitney openly express their admiration for my painting, their eyes wide with wonder. I bite the corner of my cheek to contain my excitement, feeling a surge of pride. I glance at the other three judges, gleaning their reactions. Baron is scribbling on his score sheet, his brow furrowed in concentration. Julius peruses my art with an intense gaze, as though seeking flaws within it. Abel, rumored to be expressionless, sits with an impassive face, his eyes fixed on my painting. This talent scout show, held annually in Florida, has gained prominence in the art world. With only two winners chosen each year, the competition is fierce.