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lounge. Some women were naked wearing nun veils and wimples and almost nothing else. They had pierced nipples connected by beads and loincloths with thigh-high stockings. One nun walked up to me, her breasts large and bouncing. She had blue eyes, her beads clicking. "Welcome, Pastor Green," she purred, her voice throaty and sensual. "We'll help you overcome your guilt. Pick one of us to fuck, and we'll show you that sex is not a sin."

My hand slid down his chest slowly, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt, before boldly palming the growing bulge in his pants. Nate sucked in a sharp breath. “I’ve read your books, Nate,” I whispered, my voice husky and desperate as I stroked him through the fabric. “I know you write about girls who beg to be taken. Who want to be used. Fucked. Ruined…. raped!! I read that chapter so many times I lost count… the one where the man takes her even when she pretends to fight. You can’t lie and say you don’t know some girls crave that.”

Whisper the dirty things we would do to her while we fucked the shit out of each other. I paused at the door and watched Charlotte stand up from her chair and stretch. She raised her arms over her head, pushing her huge tits out. They looked like they were ready to fall out of her skimpy top and I had the brief thought of standing behind her and untying it. Letting it fall away so Jack, who would be in front of her, could... I hurriedly shoved my key in the door and let myself in. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman and normally didn't think about it that much. Lately though, my mind had been going down that path quite often. Probably because tomorrow was national nude day,

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.

I laughed. "No way! I’ve never done nudes, even if I posed in just lingerie or swimsuits," I said, laughing. He slowly leaned toward me, and I suddenly became self-conscious as his eyes traveled over my body. I felt as if he were undressing me with his gaze. My body trembled, and that "slutty inner goddess" I had been suppressing wanted to claw its way out.

I bent forward, near her right ear. Me: "I want you nude, mom...I want you NUDE!!" [Without giving her a chance to respond, my two pipeyard strong arms took hold of the peignoir and ripped it to shreds. Even after it came off, I made sure she saw me tear it to ribbons, as it symbolized her chastity and modesty before me all of those wasted years. Now, here, she was rejected by her ex-husband, horny, lonely, desperate, and NUDE! My cock had seen enough of her to reach its ten inch zenith.

They were beautiful in a rugged, outdoorsy way—fit, with the kind of bodies that spoke of hiking and climbing, not gym selfies. The scene was a tangle of limbs and pleasure. One of the younger women, a blonde with wild, curly hair, was on her hands and knees. A man with a thick, muscular build and a cock that looked average in length but impressively girthy was kneeling behind her, his hands gripping her wide, swaying hips. He was fucking her, his balls slapping against her pussy with each deep, driving thrust. “Oh fuck, yes, that feels so good,” the blonde moaned, her head hanging low, her back arched. “You're so fucking good.”

It had taken me a while to get used to them, and still I had a hard time looking him in the eyes. I groaned, slapping my forehead. I couldn't seem to take the image out of my head. The image of his muscular form, standing tall and nude in all his glory, his arousal huge and erect. My cheeks warmed in embarrassment as the image replayed over and over in my head. I had never seen a nude, good-looking man up close. And he was gorgeous. My cheeks flamed again at my thoughts.

He opens the calculus book and stutters his way through half of his homework problems before we call it a day. As soon as he leaves, I pull off my soaked bikini bottom and grab my favorite vibrator from my underwear drawer. In college, I did a little nude modeling for the art department and it never once turned me on. I was professional and detached but maybe it was because I didn't know any of the art students. Exposing myself to my nephew has gotten me so fucking hot that I can't wait to touch myself.

THEMES: Voyeuristic fantasy, Neighbors, proximity tension KINKS: Voyeurism & exhibitionism, Mutual self- pleasure, Eye- contact control, breathy praise, Hair- grip, tongue play, teasing, denial cadence. I have a favorite daydream I never say out loud. It’s stupid and simple, but it burns... deep down in my mind, haunting me daily as I think of what it would be like to watch a man, alone with his shoulders tense and his hand moving up and down over his cock.