Olivia Fleur Nude Novels & Stories

“Don’t.” “How can I not? Olivia, you look gorgeous.” Rocky came over and took my hands, kissing them. “I’m glad they didn’t force you into white.” I smiled. The dress I had chosen was nude colored tulle with a black lace overlay. The black lace had appliquéd hibiscus flowers in black as well. It had an empire waist which flowed over my very large baby bump. With the fluff of the tulle, it was as if the dress flowed out instead of showing off my bump. I loved it and happy it was not white.

She had been parading herself as the queen of music for weeks now, but I couldn’t figure out what I’d done to make her target me so viciously. The humiliation of yesterday was still fresh. The video—*that* video—had spread like wildfire. A video of me showing my nude to Arden . Someone wanted to see me broken. And now, here she was. “Olivia,” Talia called out, her voice sweet like honey laced with venom. I turned reluctantly, meeting her gaze as she sauntered toward me, a milkshake in her perfectly manicured hand. She smiled, the kind of smile that could light up a room if it weren’t so fake.

"Ugh, the tension! He’s definitely making you wait for it. That dude knows what he’s doing." Olivia laughed softly. "I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what happens next." Sophia sat up and wrapped an arm around Olivia’s shoulders. "No matter what, I am so happy for you. You deserve this, Liv." Olivia smiled, leaning her head against Sophia’s. "Thanks, Sophia . That means a lot." I better go show and get some sleep for school tomorrow Olivia said as she stood up and quickly took of her dress Sophia didn't turn away as usual, with time she already knew Olivia was a nudist and didn't mind taking off her clothes in front of everyone

"I want to see you. I felt you against me last night, and earlier when you were holding me. I want to see you." I pulled back the duvet. Olly had an obvious bulge and wet spot, and I glanced down at his crotch, then met his eyes again. "I'm nude, Olly. I think it's only fair you should be too." "Shan... this is a massively, catastrophically, monstrously bad idea." "Why?" "Because if I get nude, I'm going to want to do... things." "Such as?" "Touch you." "Only touch?"

She was straddling me, her weight light but insistent. “I feel so hot, Liam,” she whimpered. Her voice was breathless and desperate. “I want you inside me right fvcking now. Please.” I swallowed really hard as I ran my eyes up and down her body, my brain struggling to catch up. What made me freeze more than her actions was not her boldness; no. It was how Olivia was completely naked on top of me. I mean, she wasn't wearing a damn thing. Her skin was flushed, glowing in the morning light, and her eyes looked so hungry, dilated and glazed with a chemical need.

Olivia ignored her and went to look at herself in the full length mirror. She was dressed casually wearing a purple T-shirt and black three quarter jean. She went to her closet, shoved Scarlet to the side and took out a black D-thong sandals putting it on. She repacked her hair into a neat bun and situate her laptop backpack on her back. She then texted Mr Fabian about her movements. “Bye, buddy.” She said to Scarlet as she left the room and made her way down the hallway with a huge smile on her face. Olivia knew Scarlet was actually right when she said Mason was rubbing off on her.

As for Flavian, oh, Flavian was simply a Greek god! "Like what you see, little one?" Flavian came closer and gave me a kiss. "Wow! You three look stunning!" Lexie entered the kitchen and let out a whistle. "Uncle Orlando, honestly, you're the hottest of them all." "Oh, dear, you're such a flatterer!" My father widened his smile and winked at her, who placed her hand on her heart and sighed, making us laugh. Olivia entered the kitchen last, looking stunning in an olive-green dress that hugged her body perfectly, highlighting her green eyes that were almost the same shade as the dress.

Natalia nodded and told Olivia to call her if she needed anything, she'd just be in her room but would be back to check up on her. Olivia thanked her again and watched her leave. She stood up and walked over to the mirror, starring at her reflection. She has added a little weight, just a little. She reached for the button on her dress and began to unbutton it. Once she was done, the dress slipped down from her body, leaving her naked. Not entirely naked because she still had her matching pant and bra on.

My steps faltered, my eyes narrowing instinctively. There, under the sprawling oak tree, was Olivia. She was asleep, her body curled up on the soft grass, a book lying forgotten beside her. The sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting delicate patterns on her face. Her ash-blonde hair glimmered with streaks of gold, scattered haphazardly across her flushed cheeks. Her lashes, long and dark, rested softly against her pale skin, and her lips—slightly parted—betrayed the hint of a sigh.

Olivia: Me Olivia: I mean Olivia: That sounded sexual Olivia: I meant a photo of me Ash: That still sounds sexual Olivia: I need two dozen of dates before I send a man my nudes Ash: I'll remember that Olivia: I-