Plain Jane Nudes Novels & Stories

Jane is 31 years old and is 5' 9" tall. Jane has long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She wears her long hair with bangs kinda like Betty Page. Jane is slim and yet curvy at the same time. She has a round muscular ass and spectacular tits. I say her tits are spectacular, not because they're big, but because they are nice sized and perfectly shaped. They have puffy pink nipples. Best of all, Jane is horny all the time, is up for anything sexually and is very adventurous! Jane found out I have a horny ass one night while we were 69'ing. She started touching my anus and I unconsciously started to moan. I had never done this before, moan that is, and I wasn't even aware I was doing it. Jane

I scoffed, still holding my phone up, recording. “It’s the work of the alcohol, I was drunk. I’m still drowsy from all the drinking and partying, it’s just an honest mistake, Jane please, don’t,” he pleaded, holding the sheets up to his private parts so I wouldn’t see but I laughed at the scene.

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

John I brutally open the bathroom door and what I see before me leaves me speechless. Damn, what a sight! I see Ariane, sitting on the floor, completely naked. Her legs and thighs are spread as wide as possible. Her fingers are inside her pussy, she's pleasuring herself. It's the most erotic image I've ever seen. She lets out a cry as the door bursts open. She freezes in front of me, not knowing what to do! I have a boner.

But… The woman’s skin was so fair! It was so fair that it was almost glowing. Especially when she was lying underneath him weakly and frailly. The stoic John Winters could not help feeling restless and capricious. Actually, after removing her loose and oversized casual clothing, Natalie was still wearing her undergarments. Men were visual creatures by nature, and such half-nakedness served to be a stronger stimulus. John tried to move his eyes away from her a few times after taking in several deep breaths. But after a few attempts, his gaze would move back to her again.

“This is everything you’ve worked for. Don’t throw it away by being careless.” “I’m not careless.” “Yes, you are.” He leans back against the counter, wine glass in one hand, iPad in the other. “Like tonight. That was reckless. If anyone had walked in” “They didn’t.” “That’s not the point—” “Adrian.” My voice cuts him off. “What?” His eyes snap up, annoyed. I’m naked. Dress gone. Bra, panties, all of it tossed onto the marble floor. I stand in front of him, bare, unashamed, leaning against the edge of the sofa.

Then his underwear next. Standing there completely nude, he felt a little embarrassed. His face flushed red but he knew he had to make sure she was satisfied with him. There was a dire punishment waiting for him in the hands of "partner" if he failed to please her. Even if it wasn't his fault. A smirk played on Jane's face. She stared at his muscled chest and abs, pleased with what she saw. Then her eyes trailed down his body until it got to his dick. It was large and thick, longer than she could have imagined it to be.

It scared him and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. Jenna was so shocked that she immediately came back to her sense. She quickly got up and felt breezy, and looked down at her body only to realize that she was completely naked. She only had her panties on, and she wasn't wearing any clothes. A thin bed sheet was the only thing wrapping around her. It seemed that the man was stopped by the old man who rushed over before he could take advantage of her.

“Just come in as you are.” I nodded, stepping into the small changing room. My hands shook a little as I undressed—jeans, blouse, bra, panties—folding them neatly on the bench. I looked at the towel, then at my reflection. Screw it. I was here to let go, wasn’t I? I walked out naked. Jules’ eyes darkened as I stepped into the room, but he kept his expression professional—warm, not leering. “Lie face down for me,” he said softly. “We’ll start there.”

I wasn't surprised though, since they had the same type of personality. I was already ready and waiting for Jane to be ready. I didn't bother dressing up since I was a simple person, but I looked decent. I wore a simple cute top, jeans and my converse sneakers. I pulled my hair in a bun and applied a little lip gloss. It was a very casual introduction, but Jane made me feel underdressed. She only wore a blue casual dress and flats, but come on. It's a dress. "I'm ready" Jane sang excitedly, looking like nothing less than a model. She wore her mark naked and proud on the left side of her neck, and I felt so proud of her.