Nikki Simpson Nude Novels & Stories

She smiled. She came out of the bathroom purposefully naked, walking towards his wardrobe and picking up a choice shirt. “You really love that stuff, don’t you?” She questioned, aimed at drawing his attention. Ken was inhaling some powder of cocaine he had cut out, raising his head up each time he took a sniff. “Yeah." Ken sighed, hitting his head in a forgetful manner. He turned to look at his guest. “Damn!” He exclaimed at Nicky’s nude figure. Nicky smiled and cat-walked out towards the veranda, a curtain of beads demarcated them permitting ken a see through.

Scarlett shook her head, “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I just want you to think twice before you do anything. You shouldn’t just jump into a man’s bed because of his stupid sweet words!” Niki jumped to her feet. “So even you look down on me, huh? Yeah, as if you are all pure and clean, and I’m the only goddamn dirty slut! So what if I had sex and got pregnant? People make mistakes, okay?” She kicked over a stool and fell back on the bed.

She kneeled beside Rick but didn’t seem to notice she was nude. “Rick!” she yelled, but it didn’t stop Aarshon from pulling her away from the man. Nix struggled to get away from him. It was at this moment that she noticed she was nude. Nix stopped moving when she felt his body against hers. Aarshon seemed to notice that she stopped struggling, but it didn’t dawn on him that she stopped because she was nude.

I sip, then casually, though graciously, dismiss Simon. Once alone, Nikki takes her flute into my suite. With her other hand, she selects a non-descript black box from the gift bag that has no logo stamped on it to identify where it’s come from. The sex club. She passes it to me, takes a deeper drink, then sets aside the glass to start stripping down. I settle into a chair alongside the fireplace, but her purpose is to make a production of her tease-show. And I’m enrapt. When she’s down to her red-satin-and-black-lace bra, a matching thong and high heels only, it’s not just fiery adrenaline pumping through me. My blood turns to magma. My nerve endings snap like livewires.

Show her the pictures," Nikki hit him a couple more times, forcing him to take out his phone and find the evidence. He turned the phone around so I could see what was on his screen. The photo was of a nerdy teen, with clunky braces and thick black glasses which failed to hide his acne-scarred face. If it weren't for the boy's piercing green eyes, I would have doubted that it was of the same guy who was now sitting beside me. "Ok, I retract my previous statement," I announced. "Nikki, you're a miracle worker." "I certainly am," she joked, brushing off her shoulders, "and given that your starting point is like a million times better than his was, it shouldn't be too hard to make sure every guy

Her nipples stood erect from the stimulation, even in the hot water. Simon groaned. “You’re killing me.” “So join me.” He pulled his shirt up over his head. Would she ever get sick of seeing all those muscles? Probably not. She could stare at that smooth, tan skin with the sprinkle of dark hair trailing down his navel into his pants forever. Hmmm…maybe she couldn’t stare forever. At some point all that staring would incite her to jump his bones. Like right now. Tearing off his shoes and pants, Simon finally stood fully nude before her. Steam billowed around her as she beckoned him to join her in the huge shower. He stepped into the water, seemingly oblivious to the drops running over his hai

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

The picture is a close up of me, sitting naked on uncle Harry's bed, very similar to the position of the women in uncle Harry's videos. "Nick, have you used the transmitter on anyone you haven't told me about?" Nicole asks from behind the camera. "No." I answer in that weird monotone voice. "Did you do anything to me or make any suggestions that you haven't told me about?" She asks. "No." I say, flatly. "What do you really think of my tits, Nick?" She asks. Christ, not this again, I think, as I'm waiting for the answer on the video. I wonder if I can give her a Post Transmission Suggestion not to be self-conscious about her tits.

I took some pictures but tried to stay in the background and let him take over the photo shoot. Tina's last bikini can best be described as two dots and a dash. The top was nothing more than strings holding together two tiny patches that only covered her nipples. The rest of her tits were totally exposed. The bottoms were the same. The strings held a patch of material that barely covered her bald pussy and even exposed some of her lips in some of the poses. She couldn't have gotten any closer to being completely naked. Jimmy's eyes drank in the beauty of her tight teen body as he began to snap picture after picture.

"You didn't tell me anything about a pool party! I didn't bring a bikini." Nick smirked at me, and I looked to see Michael looking away and Rob blushing. "Simone, baby," he purred. "We've all seen you naked. I think a bikini would be entirely superfluous." I felt a shiver run down my spine, though it had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with how these three men were suddenly looking at me. Nick looked hungry, though I doubted it was food he was after. We'd devoured each other for most of the night and morning, but he still hadn't gotten his fill.