Nude Fiction Novels & Stories

Fia’s mother barely managed to spit out the last word as her eyes fell on the work that Fia was most proud of and most ashamed of. It was a painting, somewhat stylized, of a realistic looking woman nude lounging next to a forest pool. The forest was almost cartoon-like, setting up an odd contrast. It wasn’t the contrast that distracted Fia’s mother. It was the fact the nude woman was obviously a self-portrait of Fia and the woman was obviously masturbating. “Oh…my.” “Yes Mother?” asked Fia pretending she didn’t want the ground to suddenly swallow her up. “This is…different.” It was a victory that her mother didn’t throw a hissy fit in the gallery. A moment later Fia was rescued by the appear

Actually, I had plan to put on this lingerie for Zane the night we meet because it was titillating and there’s this irresistible eroticaura it gives. I took several pictures of me lying in randy positions, one could mistake me for a stripper. I smiled to myself when I stared at my banging hot nude image. The heat was too much, Zane might need a fire extinguisher because there was no way these images won't turn him on, they weren't ordinary pictures of me. ****** To Be Continued

Snapping a quick picture of it, I hit send. Almost immediately the bubbles came up. You masturbated? Yes Show me right now. Show me that pussy. Show me what it looks like I had never really been one to send nudes to people. I had heard countless stories of women’s pictures winding up on the internet or being shared in group chats but for some odd reason, I wanted him to see.

“Yes. I see things in you Mademoiselle. I would like to paint another portrait that would be more revealing of your real self.” “What do you mean?” She began to catch on to what Henri was saying. She had heard some of the other wives talking about boudoir portraits, some of them even saying that they would not even show them to their husbands. “I would like to capture you in the nude. I noticed that this room is very private. No one has disturbed us for two days. I would like to catch your essence in the nude. Your nipples while they are hard. The pouting lips of your cunt between your supple thighs, the triangle of auburn silky tufts that hide the pink lips of your pussy. Even the dark fiss

His fingers froze for a moment, then he slowly began to type again and paid no attention to me again. Is he really not fazed? “Well, I’m leaving.” I started taking my steps backwards, “Got a long day tomorrow.” I kept my eyes on him as I left the room and closed the door behind me. Well, it’s done. Gotta wait for tomorrow now. >>Quincy I kept typing on the laptop but it was one single word Nude? Nude? Nude model? Nude? Nude…. Nude… Nude model… Why Nude? Why would it encourage people towards art? Nude? Nude!?!!!

It went shut at the same time as they immediately skipped in. The bed was too soft to carry them as they were struggling to pull off their lovely dressing that had been turned to unmannered dressing. They struggled amidst the romance they were having, no one wanted to let go so that the other would pull off first. Finally, their clothes were already separate from their body and the nude picture of themselves were in sight. He moved his hands gently towards Enola’s breast region and massaged her breast so dearly that Enola’s hand began to settle down towards Bruno’s dick. The wetness of Enola pussy led the long thick stroke of Bruno to be plugged inside her absorbable organ.

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,

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.”