Nude Fiction Novels & Stories

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

"Relax. So what if they're broken? They're just plastic junk anyway. I'll swing by The Dollar Store later and buy a whole new bunch for you." I fixed my gaze on him. "The Dollar Store?" Tyler rolled his eyes and started out of the room with Celeste in his arms. "What? Is that not good enough for you? Arlene, you should be embarrassed of yourself—you're almost 30 years old and you're still playing with this kiddie crap. Celeste did you a favor by smashing them all. You should thank her for helping you beat your addiction." Celeste draped herself over Tyler's shoulder and flipped me the middle finger.

Jake was about 6'4" and thin, He had dark hair and thick glasses, a total nerd but he had a big dick that I wanted in me again. We sat around having another drink while I recouped from blowing 10 dicks in the course of a few hours. I could see the guys almost drooling over my naked body so I teased them by bringing one leg up onto the sofa while keeping one leg on the floor, openly displaying my pussy for them. I made sure I got up to get more drinks for everyone so they could check out my ass too. I liked parading around nude for them and being the center of attention. As we were sitting around, I casually asked, "Why am I the only one that is naked?" It was funny watching the four guys scr

I quickly picked it up and started flipping between the pages. But to my greatest surprise, the pictures aren’t showing normal nudes like the ones we normally see when some traders borrow us their phones. These images are showing pictures of naked women being tortured by naked men; more like rape or something. I was still staring at the images with shock all over my body when Michael came into the room.

The rules for this are as follows: 1 - I must be naked when writing. This is not unusual as being naked at home is required at all times. I will explain why later. 2 - I must have something in one of my two holes while writing. It can be a butt plug, a dildo, a vibrator, anything of my choosing.

I asked, like I wasn’t sure of what he was saying. “Nude painting,” he responded. I jerked back, eyes wide. “Rain, you mean nude like nude-nude? Take off your shirts and get naked kind of nude?” He smiled, nodding. “Yes, exactly!” “What the fuck, Rain!” I cursed, stepping backward. “No. Count me out. I’m not doing that with you. What the fuck!”

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

“Yes, because I’ll do anything to get back with you, Nicklaus! Anything!” His eyes darkened, disappointment heavy in them. “That’s a shame, Nuela, a shame that you’ve stooped this low.” But instead of shrinking back, Nuela leaned forward, her desperation burning brighter. “It’s not a shame! Don’t you see? It worked! You’re here. You came to see me. Don’t deny it, you still feel something for me. I saw it, Nicklaus. Back at the training hall, when you saw me… when you saw me naked…” she licked her lips deliberately, “your eyes told me everything, you were aroused.”

So, I grew bolder. “I keep fantasizing about older men, Father. Strong, experienced hands pinning me down. Being fucked hard and deep until I can’t think straight.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “Men like you.” Silence. I slid my hand beneath the hem of my sundress. My panties were already damp. I pushed them aside and ran two fingers along my slick folds, biting my lips to hold back my moan. “I’m touching myself right now, Father,” I breathed. “I’m so wet. My fingers are sliding through my dripping pussy while I confess my sins to you.”

Tom got himself comfortable. He was only wearing a pair of briefs and he quickly typed into his computer to Julie that he was naked except for the briefs covering his cock which was already totally hard. Then, he watched as the emails started to fly back and forth between him and his sexy lady friend, Julie. He didn't know much about her yet, but he'd already