Patricia Heatin Nude Novels & Stories

NELSON. Pat stood there trembling, her small perky tits already heaving, nipples stiff and pointing straight out. She had just whispered “Okay…” and sealed her fate. “Strip completely, Pat,” I ordered, my voice deep and commanding. “I want to see everything.” Pat’s hands shook as she finished pulling off her uniform. She unhooked her bra and let her small B-cup tits bounce free. They were perky with small pink nipples. Then she slid her white panties down her slim legs, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy that was already wet and glistening. She stood there naked, looking nervous but undeniably turned on.

“Relax! She doesn’t mean live sex with her husband.” Janine rolled her eyes. “Obviously not! What I meant was, we’ll watch some p**n so you can learn a thing or two.” My mouth fell open. “You want me to watch p**n with you?!” “Yes!” Patricia said, pulling out her phone. “It’s educational. Don’t be such a prude!” Janine smirked. “We’ll start with something classy, like Kamasutra. You’ll get plenty of ideas.” Despite my initial protests, I found myself sitting between them, reluctantly watching as the screen filled with dramatic music, dim lighting, and far-too-flexible couples.

"See Aisha? It feels good to let go. I feel alive now. Your body is reacting. I can see it in your eyes. You are curious." Heat rose to my cheeks. I could not deny the warmth building between my thighs. The sight of Laura enjoying herself so openly stirred something deep inside me. "I should not be here. My family, my prayers, my reputation." Ms. Patel approached me slowly, her dress already partially open. "Faith or not, your body is responding, Aisha. Look at your nipples pressing against your dress. Let us start slowly. Just touching. No pressure." She reached out and brushed her fingers lightly along my arm. The contact sent a shiver through me. Another senior, Mr. Harry, joined her. "Yo

The face of Leonard Duncan could melt any woman’s heart from 100 meters distance! He snatched a towel to wrap around his waist, tall and gorgeous body walked out of the bathroom. Patricia was still lying there on the bed without any clothes, sending a seductive smile that she thought would draw his attention as it sometimes could, her hand was playing with her breasts to seduce the most handsome guy she had ever met. Patricia was an 18-year-old Thai-American, studying in a university in Boston. When Leonard first met her, he was pleased with her beauty, and especially her hot roles in bed, like most men who were enjoying sex life.

The cabin is quiet. Too quiet. I sit at the kitchen table, the satellite phone in front of me, the photograph of Harold Crane and Patricia’s friend still burning in my memory. Switzerland. The clinic. The frozen eggs. Patricia’s plans that outlived her. She is dead, but her allies are not. They are gathering, plotting, waiting.

He flung a question. Patricia joggled her head. “Yes, I remember,” she let out. “And you rushed out. You came late that day and refused to explain when you came home the next day.” Cohen sniffed. “That night, I received pictures of you and Victor, your ex, naked on the same bed…” He revealed. Patricia’s eyes enlarged, shocked. “Hun!” She exclaimed. “A picture of me and Victor on the bed?!” Cohen joggled his head. “Yes, Patricia,” he confirmed and a drop of tear fell from his eyes as he furthered. “Your head was even placed on his chest.”

When I finally looked in the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself. I looked fucking hot. Like early twenties Linda again, but thicker, more womanly, and way more dangerous. Patricia came up behind me, grinning. “See? I told you. Queen shit.” She held up her phone. “By the way… that little I*******m Live you did? It’s everywhere in the right circles. Some very powerful men watched you choking on Damien’s dick like a pro. They’ve been texting me asking who the hell you are.” I felt Butterflies urupted under my ribs.

"Strip to your undergarments." Patrina stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest. "No." "No?" Nyxios's eyebrow rose, amusement rather than anger in his expression. "The choice is yours: strip yourself or I will do it for you with my shadows." Heat flooded her face. She glared at him, hands clenched at her sides. For a moment, she considered fighting him on it. After a thought, she gave in. Patrina undid the buttons of her nightdress, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him in nothing but her thin undergarments, her skin prickling with goosebumps that had nothing to do with the room's temperature.

"Things? Things like what?" George smirked, turning to meet her. He held her hand and pulled her up. "Are you feeling hot? Here let me help you take these off." He began to undress her slowly and Patricia felt it was torture. She wanted out of the clothes as quickly as possible. George took his time to undress her and when he was done, she stood naked with him, feeling no shame whatsoever. He smiled, placing his hand on her waist. Patricia sighed in pleasure. "George, the king... Need us..." She moaned as she spoke and George felt angered that even with him, in such a state, she could still think about Calhoun.

She smiled seductively and slowly rounded her body, which heightened the l*stf*l atmosphere permeating the room. Hours slipped so fast. The steamy activity ceased a little as both of them lay on the huge bed, completely naked. Patricia's head rested on Mr. Lawson's chest and used her fingers to draw circles on it. While Mr. Lawson's hands went to Patricia's br**st and he gently played on them. "It will be Everly's press conference tomorrow. Is everything settled? I don't want to be the loser again. I can't forgive her for the humiliation she had caused me." Patricia suddenly mentioned.