Nude Novels & Stories

Nathan immediately got up and sat next to Nina; he grabbed Nina's face and wiped the remnants of tears on the cheeks of the beautiful girl before him; he also kissed the girl's forehead lovingly. "Nathanny, you put on your clothes first; you'll catch a cold," Nina teased while looking at the man's bare chest. This was the first time Nina had seen Nathan's body without a t-shirt; his six-pack chest was covered in smooth hair, and he looked hot and arousing. It turned out that besides being a workaholic, Nathan was diligent in regularly going to the gym, so his chest muscles were beautifully formed.

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*BE MY NAKED LOVE* *CHAPTER 2* Approximately one hundred and sixty three days left, Lance had raised just three thousand dollars from the coffee shop and selling some of the possessions he owned. Vanessa still hadn't made a penny to bring home. Later that night she headed up to the biggest club in the town THE NEXUS. On arriving there , she met the female lead stripper Selma who was amazed by Vanessa's physical appearance and instantly knew she would be a top watch by the men.

“I will go if Aarshon comes with us. He hates it when I shift and end up nude in mixed company.” “You end up NUDE!” He told her with a growl. Nix rolled her eyes at him, then laughed when the others did the same. They had all seen her nude at one time or another. It was just part of being a shifter. They didn’t see it as her being naked. It was part of being a shifter.

Aria’s POV: Through the crack in the door— I saw him. Kade. Bare-backed and glistening, fully nude , sweat painting his skin like he’d just finished the first round. The air was thick with sex and his cologne—dark, intoxicating. I knew Kade was attractive, but this? This was something else entirely. *Oh my* His shoulders were broad, the kind that made fingers itch to trace the hard line of muscle down his back. The afternoon light caught the sweat along his spine, that tantalizing dip between his ridges—like an invitation.

"So, I guess we have two nudists now?" Molly, blushing, smiling. "I was curious, mom. Wanted to see what the big deal was all about." I put Molly's panties in her drawer. "Well, I won't mind doing less laundry." Molly walking around, glancing at me and herself in the tall mirror, her hands moving to cover and then retreating. "So now that Jessie and I are both, you know, are you gonna let us leave our rooms naked?" "Nude, dear. The proper word is nude. Nude means non-sexual exposure. That is unless you already knew that?"

She slid it down her body and laid it aside. Her skin looked like tanned perfection, with just the faintest visible abs, long legs and perfect breasts pushed up in her bra. “Want me to take it off?” He nodded again, still unable to form words. Reaching behind her, she unhooked the bra and it fell free, exposing two perfectly shaped breasts. The nipples were dollar size and pink, sporting erect tips. She slid her hands under them and lifted them up. “Fuck...I’m so horny right now. See?”

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.

Some were fully, birthday suit naked, and the rest were dressed scantily. “What...” I swallow, “What is this?” I whisper, unable to take my eyes away from them. or some reason, I found their nakedness and mingling to be beautiful. None of them were staring at each other with lust, they were just chatting away and laughing. Some of them were at tables working on their computers. “The Nudists, they find clothes constricting, and find they feel better like this.” I feel him watching me keenly, but I can’t take my eyes off them, as they chatted, not one of them looked uncomfortable.

Exposed in the slanting afternoon light. Adele stripped herself—hoodie, tank, bra, jeans, panties—clothes hitting the floor in a careless pile. Naked, she was a mirror of Nora at twenty-one: leaner, sharper, but the same full breasts, same curve of hip, same constellation of freckles across collarbones.