Sophie Ellis-bextor Nude Novels & Stories

Dangerous, even. And yet she felt more alive than she had in a long time. Sophia's heart raced as she angled her phone, capturing glimpses of her body peeking through the bath bubbles. With a devilish grin, she snapped a photo showcasing the curve of her breast, then another highlighting the swell of her hip and a tantalizing hint of her backside. "Fuck it," she muttered, hitting send before she could overthink it. Her phone buzzed almost instantly. Jake's reply made her breath catch:

“Take your shirt off.” She didn’t hesitate. Sophie grabbed the hem of her tiny tank top and peeled it off in one smooth motion. Her perfect tits spilled free: full, perky, with hard pink nipples just begging to be sucked. She tossed the shirt aside and sat there on her knees, completely topless, looking at me like she’d been waiting years for this moment. “Like what you see..?” she asked, voice sweet but filthy. I was rock-hard now, cock straining painfully against my jeans.

Nothing was going to cut it. She was going to have to try another approach. Sophie removed her cardigan and top, revealing small breasts cradled in a simple white bra beneath. The pants came next, and she stooped over to pick them up and fold them, placing them in the hamper in her closet. A pair of white panties matched her bra, the back of it hugging the tight, round outlines of her ass. Sophie was a slender girl, but she had enough curves where they counted. Many girls had bigger breasts than she did, but what she had was cute and just enough to have fun with. Instead of mature, she was girlish. Innocent. Pure. To Sophie, her appearance added to the fantasy. The thought of giving her youn

She said she would keep to her end of the bargain, but look at what she’s gone to do now. Dancing with some stranger while looking like a goddamn slut! My eyes turn to the tabloid almost immediately again. The large tablet rests on my desk, the picture still visible, the headline still glaring. “Empowering Expressions: Exposing the Power of Sensual Dancing in the Nightclub Scene. Luna Sophia, Goddess of Sensuality and Innovator of new club combo, rocks to a sonorous tune, at Club Midnight!” My eyes drift to the image, and I chuckle because this must be a joke.

"Everyone's watching porn together. Not just any porn, but one starring Beckett Group's Mrs. Beckett, uncensored. I need to enjoy this properly and etch it in my memory forever!" Sophia felt as if a deafening bolt of lightning had struck her right on her head. It was like she had been reduced to rubble. Her face was pale, and her eyes darted around. She stared blankly at the image of her being naked on the screen, then closed her eyes and shook her head. When she opened her eyes again, nothing had changed. She wasn't dreaming. It was like the end of the world!

“And you, little sis… you’re my perfect starter toy. You love watching your friends get corrupted. It makes you even wetter.” He snapped his fingers. All three girls blinked back to awareness, acting completely normal at first. Sophie stretched lazily, arching her back so her tits strained against her top. “God, it’s hot in here. Mind if I take this off?” Without waiting for an answer, she peeled off her crop top, revealing a lacy pink bra that barely contained her full breasts. Mia shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together. “Yeah… I feel kinda warm too…”

she announces dryly. I laugh. “I’m Voilette. Your new nurse." "Great. Another one," she mutters, eyes glued to her iPad—Ariana Grande’s "thank u, next" plays softly. "You like Ariana?" I ask, leaning against the bedside table. Sophia’s eyes flick to me, suspicious. "Prove you’re not a poser. Name five Ariana songs. Now." I smirk. ""7 rings." "Problem." "Dangerous Woman." "Break Free." "Into You.""

What could Sophia have done on the phone that could make Aminah have screamed like that? "It's Sophia." She continued and she brightened her phone's screen so we could see what had fascinated her like that. Sophia on the other hand seemed undeterred by all her screaming. It's like she knew exactly why she was screaming like that. We peered closer so we would see the object of fascination and while I did not scream or shriek, my mouth did drop open in a small surprised O. There it was, Sophia's picture on Fenty's page, shoulders completely bare, lips painted in the deepest shade of red and lipstick in between her lips.

She trailed her fingers on her half-naked body and let out a sigh. She unhooked her bra and removed the straps from her shoulders. Her big boobs came to view and she gave them a little press. She dropped her bra on the floor and took her hands to her underwear. She slid it off her waist and then tugged it off her ankles. Gazing at her nakedness in the mirror, she lowered her eyes to her phone on the dressing table. She grabbed it and held it close to her face. She went on a social media platform, and a picture of Elise and Damien popped up on her screen. The picture was posted hours ago and seeing it annoyed her, but the more she stared at the picture, the less annoyed she felt.

“Before we finish up, let’s play a birthday blessing video to wish our dear Elizabeth another wonderful year. I was already pretty bored, so I just fiddled with my phone while they played the video on the flatscreen TV. It was just videos and selfies of happy memories of Sophia’s life thus far. None of it was of any interest to me. My attention was snatched, however, when the content of the second half of the video suddenly took a massive one-eighty. Displayed on the screen were two people heavily making out and touching each other intimately. One of the two people was instantly recognizable: it was Sophia. The other man’s face was cleverly avoided, leaving only her completely exposed. Stunn