Regina Nudes Novels & Stories

It would help the task he was about to embark on. “Or maybe she’s just going back to what she’s good at,” Regina commented, shrugging like she had just spoken on a casual topic. “We saw the pictures, right? Regina looked like she knew what she was doing in them. She probably has a very high sexual need and fantasy, and I dare say featuring in X-rated movies has to be her home. Poor Finn. It has to be one of the many reasons he left. I can only imagine the shock that would have gone through him realizing the woman he married wasn’t what she claimed to be.”

CASSANDRA The day opens like a wound: clean, cold, beyond redemption. The neon lights hum overhead like flies that refuse to die. I rise before the alarm can summon me. The others are still asleep, heads pressed against their pallets, breaths uneven and heavy. I leave the cell in silence, the way one slips out of a church in the middle of Mass without disturbing the devotion. Rina is already waiting near the door. She smiles at me from the corner of her mouth, the way someone smiles at a bet already won.

"What's the matter? Don't you wanna fuck a nigger?" Reggie's eyes feasted on Christy's naked body and its gentle feminine curves. With brute strength he forced her smooth, long legs apart on reconnaissance of the treasure he planned to plunder. Younger women tended to always keep their pubic areas immaculately groomed, as if they wanted to be ready for someone to see them in a bikini, thong or perhaps completely nude. Christy was apparently one of these women. Her naked body was as gorgeous as he had imagined.

From a corner of the room, Ivorie came out through a door, a book in her grasp. Regan's hearts skipped on sighting her. She was wearing nothing but a satin blouson that did nothing to conceal her jaw dropping curves. Regan could clearly see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric. Even the sight of her glorious luscious thighs was turning him on. He could feel his anger slowly slipping away.

She smiled and admired his body when Owen lifted the bottom of her dress and nodded to ask permission to take it off. Regina wore a dark blue loose-fitting t-shirt dress printed with purple and pink flowers that Owen easily discarded from her body, revealing her lack of clothing. “Why don’t you have any underwear?” he asked as his eyes grew large. “I was in a hurry earlier, so they wouldn’t find us together.” She shrugged. “Nobody knew I was naked. Not even you.” Owen’s eyes roamed over her nakedness, and when their eyes met, she couldn’t breathe. She always felt confident with her body, but now that she was bare in front of him, she felt conscious.

Regina said nervously, finding it hard to breathe at the thought of Hertia doing what was rightfully hers. Hertia grinned, tugging at the small straps on the woman's shoulders, causing the woman's nightgown to sag. Regina hurried to cover her breasts as she would be very embarrassed if Hertia saw one of her assets. "If possible, I don't want to do it today. Because I'm not ready!" Regina shouted in a stammering voice.

[Sia's POV] The day passed in a blur of sun and sand. "You look like a nun," Regina groaned, eyeing my swimsuit. I was wearing a conservative, long-sleeved rash guard and a swim skirt. It covered everything from my neck to my thighs. "I don't want to get sunburned," I lied. The truth was, I didn't want the bodyguards to see me. I wanted to save my skin for Kaelen. Regina, on the other hand, was wearing a string bikini that barely covered her nipples. She spent the whole day parading around, trying to catch the eye of the stoic Beta Theo.

It is almost instinctual in the women to be nude. And she knew that a lot of cultures believed that a woman can dress anyhow she wants to. Besides it was her faults for not having recognized that something wasn’t quite right about her from the very start, when she begun putting on absurd wears. Instead, she had found her appearance exciting, and strange notions she took lively. It had never once occurred to her that wrong comments would be given to her immodest dressing. Regina, she had believed, was simply imaginative. But within her, her suspicions of women’s vogue had always been justifiable. The subject made her uneasy, somehow.

Only then did she realize that her shirt was wet, her full breasts were pressed tightly in her bra, suggesting a woman's sensuality. "Don’t look." Regina was embarrassed, she crossed her arms to cover her boobs. Darryl seemed a little disheartened when she did that, and he lowered his head and leaned close to her ear to whisper. "To please me, you must first give your body to me. Your whole body." Regina looked up at him, realizing he had absolutely no intention of stopping. If she didn't do as he said, they would probably stand in this living room for a long time. Regina pursed her lips, trying to suppress her shame, and slowly lowered her hand.

Walking out feeling a little awkward because I haven’t shown so much skin in a while, and in public too. Regina raises both brows when I walk out, a huge grin on her face and she says, “Well fuck, if I had known the beach would make you this slutty, I would have suggested it a while ago.” I try not to wince at her words, clearing my throat, my eyes appraise her outfit as well, an all white, off shoulder, two piece bikini, and a skirt like shawl that did nothing to hide her curves. “And you said you want a picnic where we laugh and eat, how can we do that when you are dressed like that?” I ask, lifting my head.