Nude Fiction Novels & Stories

I didn’t aim for his face since it was still hot, so I threw it at his chest. “What the fuck!” He yelped, holding his shirt away from his skin. “Are you nuts? You don’t throw coffee at people. And you certainly don’t throw liquids around a lab full of electronics.” He shouted as he carefully peeled the now-wet shirt off. Holy shit! I’ve seen plenty of naked guys in my life. People shift to and from their wolf, so nudity is part of the culture. I’ve seen some seriously handsome naked men too. Alexander Petridis looks hot nude, not that I would ever tell him that. He doesn’t need the ego boost, and honestly, I put him in the brother category in my brain.

Getting out of bed, Sophia shredded every last piece of cloth on her. Looking at her like this, all bare and uncovered in front of his immoral iniquitous eyes, Noah again begin to loose his control over himself and his swelled member was already dripping with pre cum. “Lie down.” Noah instructed Sophia. He had always imagined her naked and exposed in front of his sinful eyes but in actual when she is here, he barely held himself. The way her swells seemed, the way she had curves at perfect place, the way she was seducing him unintentionally.

Everything about his body speaks of this long and complicated history: the stolen nights, the shared silences, the way he always knows how to sense my returns, my absences. We make love with the discreet violence of those who know there is no future between them, only habits, debts, and the need to feel once more, one last time, the truth of another body against their own. It is neither tender nor brutal; it is necessary. Each movement is a language in which we translate lies into temporary peace. Afterward, lying down, panting, Raphaël presses his forehead against mine. His eyes, wide open, search for something in my face, perhaps a concession, a crack.

The moon was shining through the blinds and it was illuminating her nakedness. On her back, with her legs spread wide open on the bed , one arm thrown across her head, and naked. Her athletic physique was so tempting, pointy tits and black nips, flat belly and down to that shaved strip of black hair in the front of her pussy. Her pussy was parted a little, pink and smooth, looking so fuckable in the dim light. I sat down on the opposite couch to the bed, my dress hitching up. I brought my cock out again, it was still as hard as ever. I poured more baby oil, and rubbed it on my cock slowly at first, my eyes fixed on her pussy.

It’s a knowledge that settles in his bones, cold and clear despite the sudden internal inferno. He watches as Nia unfolds herself from the couch, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her bare feet, with their perfectly pedicured toes, touch the worn rug, making no sound. She stretches, arms reaching languidly above her head, the crop top rising higher, revealing more of that intriguing curve beneath her breasts. Her stomach is flat, a subtle ripple of muscle visible as she moves. There's a faint scent that reaches him now, a mix of something sweet and musky, like warm skin and berries and something wild. It’s intoxicating, unsettling.

Then, I freeze. Someone is breathing in the room. And it isn't me. My heart hammer against my ribs. I lunge for the nearest heavy object on the nightstand, gripping it tight. My eyes lock on the bathroom door as it slowly creaks open. Three women step out. They are completely naked, their skin glowing under the flickering blue light of the room. One is a black girl with a thick, heavy ass that swayed with every step. Beside her is a caramel-skinned woman with massive, heavy breasts that bounced slightly. Then there is a slim white girl, her pale skin contrasting sharply against the grime of the motel.

Curiously, she walked over to the table and looked at the catalog in shock. The catalog was all pictures of naked women in different poses wearing all types of underwear and brassiere with the outline of the clothed part quite visible in the photo. Brooke’s mouth would have gone dry with jealousy at the sight of all that attractive feminine beauty on display, but the fact that these pictures were in Nathan’s room unsettled her. What was Nathan doing looking at them? It wasn’t as if there was only one picture, there were many. Was this how he pleasured himself? Brooke felt dismayed about the fact that Nathan maybe loved to fantasize about naked women in bikinis. This wasn’t what she expected

I said. "Well guess what we are already" my wolf said in amusement. "What do you mean?."I asked confused. "See for yourself."my wolf pointed out inside my head. I noticed one of my hands had already pushed the door wide open and behold my best friend was naked dry humping another guy. Why do I see Nina naked.? "What the hell is going on here nina , I can't believe you can do this to your mate once again. How can you sleep with every guy just because your ex boyfriend called you boring so you think sleeping with every guy you see will make you interesting. I mean that's unfair -"

I guided him on what to do and posed on the bed, wall and every corner of the room, naked and interesting. “You look like a god, Greg.” “god of nudity?” “No…” He laughed loudly and freely. “I would have said the god of beauty.” I got used to being affirmed pretty, thanks to Nicholas. He never ceases to remind me of how pretty I am and his compliments gladdens my heart. “I will give you a shot.” I gave him a few nice shots. He suggested we snap together. And with my tripod, we got different angles for our nude photos. We went in for a shower and had another round of sex in my bathroom but this time, I took my man and left him exhausted.

The naked sight in front of him was the desire he didn't know he wanted. Like the good girl he desired. Nuella knelt on the floor, without a single clothe to shield the beauty of her body away from his hungry lustful eyes. Her hair was packed into a messy loose bun, just the way he loved it and her nipples poked hard, screaming thunderously with want and desire to be buried in his willing mouth.