Olivia Stpierre Nude Novels & Stories

She had not been naked in front of so many people before and the way they watched her made her nervous, before she could raise her hands on her clothes, the old lady, running out of patience, instructed With the slight movement of her head. Quickly the two maids who had dragged her in, tore her clothes off her body one by one they feel, till she was left with nothing but her bare skin. Oliva looked down at her body, she hadn't washed for three days, and after being locked up for so long, she stink. As though they had already been prepared on what to do, a maid brought a stool and made her sit, and another came with a toothbrush and paste. To be continued

"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?"

To my surprise, he simply gave a slight nod, his fingers tightening around mine reassuringly. “We promise,” he said firmly. Ophelia’s features softened somewhat as she regarded us, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Good.” She nodded with a self-satisfied smile and hoisted herself up onto the shore, standing in her full, nude glory on the rocks. Placing her hands on her hips and turning to us with no shame about her naked body being on full display, she grinned theatrically. “I like it here,” she said. “This is better than any expensive resort I could have booked.”

"We're taking five." The studio exhaled collectively. Curious, Olivia wandered toward the monitor where the photographs were already displayed. Sacha stood there and so did Celine. Beside her hovered a young assistant named Nina, nervously clutching a tablet. Together they stared silently at the images. Olivia did too. They were...beautiful. The lighting was flawless, and every technical element had been executed perfectly. She looked exactly like Livienne: elegant and untouchable. And somehow...none of them made her feel anything.

"Wasn't this woman lauded for her independence? But she's involved in this sort of thing secretly!" "I always thought those images of her were fake. She looked like a temptress, and now she's exposed as one!" "Urgh! Being a mistress is low! I hope her company crumbles!" Olivia took a close look at the picture released by the media. The person dramatically threatening to leap from the building was none other than Talia! "Wow, this cheap slut has finally met her downfall!" Olivia detested Talia, but she was content as long as it made Melody's life difficult. Natasha was visibly amused.

But Olivia had gone to bed nude, the sheet pooled at her waist, and I couldn’t help but step closer. Her bare breasts were exposed to my gaze, wobbling enticingly as she slowly shifted on her back. Her chest was pink, as were her neck and cheeks, and her hair was all around her like she’d been squirming all night. Even as I watched she licked her lips, giving a little sigh. It was obvious what kind of dream she was having, and heat rushed through me. She looked so alluring, so vulnerable, so open, and she had called for me.

She gulped and looked away while clearing her throat lightly. "Do you like what you see?" Joel asked with a deep smirk plastered on his face. Olivia glanced at him for a brief moment and rolls her eyes. "There's nothing interesting to see. Put on your clothes.. You can't be standing almost naked in front of a lady. Have you no shame?" She asked him. "With you, there's nothing to be ashamed off. I can actually go Stark naked in front of you!.." He said, holding the tip of his towel. Olivia gasped as she saw him holding the tip of his towel, she turned around and shuts her eyes tightly. "I can't believe you're so shameless.. Just go ahead and put on some clothes" .

"Hello nat..I'm Olivia" They exchanged handshakes with wide grins on their faces.. "So.. I'm a photographer, and I love your outfit.. you definitely rock in it, I have an ongoing project to get the most amazing photo..I came here in the hope for that, and so far no one has gotten my attention like you did" Olivia raised a brow, she stared at Nathalie's face trying to pick out any lie from her words but all she found was sincerity.. "Umm okay..like right now?"

As if she had successfully lured me into a trap, she replied instantly. "Here." Olivia sent me a photo that made my face go pale. It featured a girl whose face was obscured, wearing a white piece of erotic lingerie. At first glance, it looked beautiful. The top was designed like butterfly wings, and the bottom was a sheer thong that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I froze for a few seconds before typing back. "Stop it. That’s ridiculous. Go away." "You’re being thick again. Think about it. What do men like? Haven’t you figured out what kind of man he is by now? You can't win with force; you have to use a soft touch."

Olivia found herself moving back slowly on her backside half in fright and half in expectation. Titan whipped out a rope and for a minute she thought he was going to whip her with it. That he was one of those crazies she had heard about who involved torture with sex and had to beat a woman before they could become hard. Instead, he used the rope to chain her hands to his bedpost. "What the hell…" Olivia started to say. "If you speak one more time…" He let the threat hang in the air. He ripped off his clothes and Olivia's clothes, tossing them in a heap on the floor. Olivia stared at his naked body and had to admit he was a beautiful work of nature. Every angle of him was strong and hard. As