Nude Story Novels & Stories

She was naked in under a minute, spread out on the wide oak table she used for tarot readings. Nyx hovered over her, half mist, half man. Tendrils pinned her wrists and ankles gently but firmly. One thick, cool shadow slid between her thighs, parting her folds and rubbing slow, slick circles over her clit. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “All that fire wrapped in such soft skin.”

Instead of wearing the clothes, he chose to remain topless. “You can look now,” he said. The satisfaction of Fertine’s reaction is priceless for him. Her eyes turned round, cheeks reddened. She stared down at her fingers. “Why are your eyes always on the ground?” “Are my eyes so melting that you can’t look at me?” he smirked. He waited for her reply, but she only gave silence. “I-I’m leaving… I got your clothes back.” “How rude of you, Fertine. You didn’t even eat the pasta I cooked.” I tried to tease her, but my voice sounded disappointed.

She shivered, feeling the sudden coolness touching her warm body. She was facing the window. Her right cheek and breasts were pressed tightly against the glass as his rough chest pushed against her back. Her arms and hands were spread flat against the glass as well. Manik gripped her hips from behind and abruptly shoved her dripping pussy full with his cock again. “Fuckkkk! Ahhh…. Manikkk….” A chill ran throughout Nandini's body. If anyone from the building opposite to theirs happened to look towards their window, they would see a fully nude Nandini being fucked mercilessly from behind, against the glass.

Alas, his shaking body exposed the torrent of emotions rushing through him. All of a sudden, he recalled having once read in a book that the body scent of the merpeople could ease the symptoms of someone who had compulsive sexual disorder. At the time, he didn't believe merpeople existed and thought it was just a fairy tale. Thinking about it now, he realized that whenever he was with Sylvie, that unique body scent of hers would always make his breath hitch. Just then, his phone started ringing. Nick Henderson, Connor's assistant, exclaimed over the phone, "Something terrible has happened, Mr. Shaw! Quick! Check the latest headlines!"

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

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.

Completely naked. What the hell?

App uninstalling in 3… 2… 1… The pink icon vanishes. The fog in my head clears instantly. I sit up slowly, blinking at the skyline. Naked. Destroyed. Covered head to toe in layers of stranger, teammate, professor, landlord cum. My pussy gapes open, leaking a steady stream. I gather the robe, wrap it around my shoulders like a cape, and walk back downstairs barefoot, leaving wet footprints the whole way. In the apartment I collapse face-down on my bed, ass in the air, cum still dripping.

I felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely under his control in the middle of the room where millions of dollars were negotiated every day. "Open for me," he commanded. I didn't hesitate. I pulled my legs back, hooking my heels over the edge of the table, exposing myself to the harsh fluorescent lights above. Vincent stepped into the space I’d created, his body a wall of heat. He didn't use finesse. He didn't use a condom. He guided himself to the entrance of my heat and pushed in with a slow, agonizing force that made me cry out, the sound bouncing off the glass walls.

Ten of them. All naked. Nude. Bare. Stripped. I don't even bother reading the message. Instead, I set my phone down and focus on my laptop, pulling up the photos in full screen. I lean closer. I can’t believe it. She’s fucking incredible. The girl’s body is absolutely stunning; her breasts are perky and her pussy is perfectly shaven. My arousal increases as I imagine having her nipples in my mouth. My cock is painfully erect, just at the thought of it.