Nude Living Stories Novels & Stories

There was an openness here, a very reckless one. I stiffened slightly when I realized how open it truly was. People were walking around half naked and stark naked. Men and women alike. These people weren't hiding their desires behind polite distance, they were living in it. My gaze landed on a particular table that has been made into a make shift bed. A naked girl, fat ass, slender waist and small breast straddled a guy with a fairly built shape. Their tongues were down each others throats and their genitals were almost sticking into each other. It was just a matter of time.

The room echoed with the panting of three naked bodies. Sara watched Vincent pull up his underwear. His cock had still not gone down. The Viagra was still working. Sara let out a satisfied yawn. The night had gone so much better than what she imagined.

I was still feeling pretty hot even though I was so tired so I got up and answered the door, still totally nude! There were five men and two women outside all with trays of food on rolling tables and they were all pretty shocked to see a nude slut standing at the door to a room obviously filled with so many also nude men. The look on their faces was priceless! I have always loved seeing the shock on faces as men and women realizing what I am doing with so many hot cocks. What a slut they had to be thinking to themselves.

Both Rhena and Thelma talk about how they occasionally made out with their boyfriends and that had me envying them. That took me on the long road to the naked beach, hoping to catch myself a mate but I only ended up returning home to a solo sex. "You know that naked beach we all talked about. She goes there, and watches one particular dude, what's his name again? Then she returns home to finger herself to orgasm." Rhena spewed. I jerked my head away from Thelma's burning gazes and Rhena's annoying laughter. Taking my cup of cold vanilla juice, I began to sip.

Nicolas muttered. He twisted my panty near my core and slid his finger inside it. “No..No This can't be happening.” My eyes widened, I clenched my fists and bit the corner of my lips. He started with slowly rubbing my core and pulled down my red lacy panty completely. Now I was stark naked in front of them. I felt something hard under my ass. It was Clover's manhood getting hard beneath his pants. “Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.”

Later on, in order to carry on his family line, he even forced his younger brother on Vivian. Vivian tried to escape multiple times, but she was always brought back to him each and every time, even if she fled to her grandparents. Her grandparents said, "What woman hasn't experienced this sort of thing? You're the one who was a disgrace who couldn't even finish university, so what can you do other than give birth?" One rainy night, Vivian finally managed to flee, and ended up going to Horace. "Horace, save me! I don't want to go back to that hellish place. They're treating me as nothing more than a baby-making machine! I'll die there!"

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Having themselves initially met online in World of Warcraft and pursued through long periods of orgiastic the entire night sensual pretend, Sam and Duke where scarcely the paragons of traditionalism. Lannie's look meandered across to the stage, nearly fifteen feet from where they sat. Illuminated flawlessly from underneath, naked figures turned happily, sparkling with sweat in the midst of twirls of radiant smoke - turning for the amusement and excitement of club attendees. Nearest to them were a couple, both personally folded over a post and one another. The lady appeared as though she was an undergrad, blonde and hearty. The bosoms looked normal, however Lannie figured she could see follow

My feet moved on their own, carrying me down the hallway until I reached the corner where I could peek into the living room without being seen. The sight hit me like a punch to the chest. Mom was bent over the back of our big leather couch, completely naked. Her big tits hung heavy and swinging, nipples hard as diamonds. Her ass was pushed up high, legs spread wide, and a tall, muscular guy in his thirties — someone I didn’t recognize — was pounding into her from behind like he was trying to break her. His thick, veiny cock, easily eight inches and glistening with her juices, slammed into her soaked pussy over and over with loud, wet slapping sounds.

I hung up the phone and forced myself to calm down, my fingers trembling as I slid the mouse across the pad. Aside from the wallpaper, the desktop was almost too clean, with just a single folder named "My Treasure" saved. Zane Lockhart had once made me a folder like that, too. It was filled with photos of us growing up together. My heart hammered against my ribs as an absurd thought exploded in my head. Was he having an affair? The thought barely lasted a second in my mind before I crushed it. I knew that even if every other man in the world cheated, Zane would be the only exception.