Shana Cohen Nude Novels & Stories

Shane is art. I’ve never just wanted to suck dick, but with Shane, I love it. I actually enjoy it. I want to slobber all over him. Gagging on his cock sounds like a good time. I was anxious, no, needy for it—for him. I clenched my thighs before lowering until I was on my belly. From this angle, I get a good view of his balls and the prominent veins that slither up his underside. His monster cock casts a shadow over me. I don’t know how he can sleep with his third leg pointing upward, but it was impressive.

I was behind her, but the face was blurred. I turned the screen to Cohen. “You don't recognize her?” “No,” he replied. No way I'm believing that bullshit. “Asher, out of my home now!” His mother gritted, trying to get me away from him but I didn't bulge. She left me alone and disappeared to my back. “Cohen. Look closely. The girl you posted her nude in the club, the one you almost killed!” I echoed. He looked more closely then sighed annoyingly before turning his gaze to me.

Eric’s next line made me roll my eyes so hard I nearly pulled a muscle. “You’re a lucky man. She’s fucking beautiful. Like really gorgeous.” “Yeah, I know,” Shane said. “So… did you hire her or something? Like off OnlyFans, or another site? I wanted to know if I could hire her too.” I sat up in bed, with my mouth open in disbelief. Shane’s voice went dangerously calm. “What?” After Eric tried to play it off, Shane shut his ass down. “No. She’s actually a thriving artist and she’s my fucking woman. She’s not on OnlyFans, and I know your simple minded ass already checked. So whatever little game this is, you need to step the fuck off.”

************* Axel I looked at the girl across the street as we both sat at the coffee table we had chosen to meet. She was very beautiful and, for some features, she looked like me. Her name was Shana and she was twenty-four years old, little smaller than Emma. She was born in New York and lived with her father all her life since her mother did not want her and left her to her newborn father, renouncing all rights to mother.

, I hear his voice answer her. Usually, Theo and I don’t have this much trouble with the power struggle. We haven’t had any trouble with it during sex in the past, because he always mentally checked out. He has always did, only wanting to be an active participant when we found her, but with Hannah, I’m having a hard time keeping him at bay. My whole body is shivering uncontrollably at my efforts to hold him back. Any woman in this situation would be terrified. Not Hannah. When I look into her eyes, I don’t see fear. I see understanding, and compassion.

And she might be wearing the clothes Dave bought. Elvin's jaw dropped as he stared at Lane. Fuck shit! This woman, Shanelle Lane Dela Cruz, was so perfect in his eyes. SHANELLE FELT EMBARRASSED as Elvin looked at her. His eyes were fixed on her breasts, which made her feel self-conscious. To cover herself, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. She thought that's all he would look at, but the young man's gaze then lowered to her recently shaved femininity.

THE WORLD seems like it’s about to swallow Shean. That is how she feels. She could not open social media accounts for fear of seeing the fruit of the shame she had committed. She was still under the shower even after long hours of bathing. She feels like it was only the water that she could hide. She was experiencing so much shame just right now. She felt like bashers were all around her. She doesn't even know if her erotic novel will be sold because of the scandal she gets in.

So, let’s order and enjoy our night. Shana smiles. She really is pretty. Shana has long blond hair with a cute round face. She has medium tan skin. She’s about 5’7 with minimum curves, but it looks good on her. She has a pretty smile. We make a nice-looking couple. Convel rolls his eyes at that thought.

She opens her eyes only to see her mother-in-law standing in front of her with phone in hand taking pictures of her naked body. She wanted to scream, but her mouth was dry, and her voice came out raspy, "What are you doing?" She inquired. Lani smirked, "Not so feisty now are we Hannah? I will upload these photos of you over the internet." She remarks. Hannah laughs. "What's funny? Aren't you ashamed that people will see you naked? Won't that be degrading, or you are such a low-class prostitute that you don't even care?" Lani says mockingly.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.