Robert Wagner Nude Novels & Stories

"Anyway, about the text I told you I received. There's something weird about it." "What's weird about receiving a simple text from your big bro?" I asked, sitting beside him. Robert sat up. "You don't get it, Mom. I can feel it in my guts that Seven saw me partying naked." "Naked? You were partying naked?" I couldn't believe my ears. "It's no big deal, Mom. Everyone does it these days." My hands went to my head. "It's a big deal, Robert. Have you forgotten who you are? What do you think would happen if pictures of you partying naked get to the media?"

Terri quietly recalled. Terri tearfully continued, "Then he took me to his photographer friend named Pete Jensen and made me pose naked while many pictures were taken of my body. They even took many close ups of various parts of my body. I don't think I have to tell you which areas of my body they zeroed in on."

Blake wrinkled his nose and pinched it, making Robert rush into the water. Robert began to shower, and as the black film began to wash off of him, he noticed that his body was becoming younger as he washed. Looking over at his manhood out of instinct, he gasped as his member became more prominent. His muscular frame became more apparent; he couldn’t help himself but create a few muscular poses, laughing at himself for being his age. He was still vain for his appearance, and when he exited the shower, he looked in the mirror to witness his youthful appearance looking back at him. It had been many years when he had gazed upon his youthful self.

There you go, Clyve. I stopped to a halt and turned around, trying to hide my smile but heart could not deny the anticipation. “Yeah?” “Does it involve nudity?” she asked again. Bloody hell! Yes, Westley. I’m a fucking man. Who doesn’t like to see you naked? “No, Westley. You’ll just have to pose in front of the camera and change some clothes.” Shit! That was totally out of my plan, but it was too late to take it back, wasn’t it?

Clark says, desperate not to lose the privilege. On Friday night, the trap is set. Rodolpho positions the laptop perfectly, ensuring the lens captures the entire mattress. When the secure connection chirps, Clark's face appears, already sweating. Rodolpho doesn't say a word to the camera. He slowly unbuttons his tactical shirt, sliding his trousers down his thick legs until he stands completely naked in front of the lens. He climbs onto the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest, exposing his tight, puckered asshole directly to his husband's gaze. Clark's mouth hangs open, his arm pumping furiously off-screen as he watches Rodolpho slide two thick fingers inside his own rear, opening himself

I sat there, naked, humiliated, and burning with enough shame to carry me through the rest of the year. I sat there a moment too long, and suddenly, something in me went reckless. I picked up my phone, angled it, and took some pictures... Legs spread, spine curved, fingers trailing where his mouth should have been. I took a second picture with my back arched, thighs parted, and one hand grazing my inner thigh. I took one with my lip caught between my teeth, my eyes half-closed, and my fingers twisted in my own hair like I was already coming undone.

The current even helped with the rub that I'm feeling. That made me so excited about doing me further. I couldn't suppress my imagination anymore, so I let my anxious and sinful mind play with the pictures inside my head. I imagined Nixon standing on the riverside, naked with his hugeness majestically stood there, tempting me to taste him. He slowly came closer to me wading in the river. His touch gently engulfed my chest. His hand slowly traveled down to my navel and then between my thighs.

Watson cut in, his voice authoritative. “Let’s get her up on the table now.” Strong hands grabbed me under the arms, lifting me to my feet, and guided me over, the edge of the poker table pressing into my hips. Chips clattered to the floor, cards scattering as they cleared space, and then they were on me, untying my robe and yanking it open, pulling it off my shoulders to leave me in just my thin nightgown. But that didn’t last long—they tugged it up and over my head, exposing my naked body completely, my heavy breasts bouncing free, nipples rock hard from the cool air and the arousal.

“What the fuck?“ I whispered, fluttering my eyes close momentarily before opening them up again. I couldn’t believe the sight in front of me because it looked like a dream, it felt like so too. Paula and Robert both stared back at me as if they had just seen a ghost, and I was looking at them the same way too. Wasn’t it the same Alpha Robert that hated the sight of Paula’s guts? Then what the fuck was he doing on top of her? Why are they fucking behind my back while I went to make up with his cruel mother that hated my guts? “Leah.” Robert got up from the bed. He was stark naked, his huge and hard cock poking out of his crotch like a rod. He tried to put his erection into his briefs but it c