Sophie Wu Nude Novels & Stories

And that's where it really got crazy—thanks to Sophie of course. She was already holding a handful of lacy underwear in her arms when she caught me ogling a black satin outfit. “Oh yeah,” she held It up. “This. This is the one. You’ll have that man between your legs by the end of the night.” I scoffed. “He was already there this morning.” Jade choked on her water. And Sophie lost it instantly. “EXCUSE ME?!” She screamed. “Girl, I knew it! I knew the man was naughty. Spill deets later.”

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.

"But with his skills, he's got a ways to go. As long as he doesn't cause trouble, I'll be content." Jade sipped her coffee, her thoughts drifting to Lloyd's computer-controlled laboratory. Perhaps Cooper could be of assistance. … In the following days, another wave of scandals involving Sophie emerged. Ugly, photoshopped pictures of Sophie, some depicting her holding hands with Kayden during their relationship, as well as her wedding photos with Kerrigan, were being widely circulated. These images fueled speculation, but what truly crossed the line were the vicious internet attacks. Sophie was branded a fake socialite and worse, a slut. Rumors about her alleged affairs swirled, painting her

Navier was hugging her! “W-What…?” “Yeah, Sophia, answer that question for me because I don’t really know, too. I mean, come on! This is the first time I see you with men—hot men, for that matter!” She unbelievingly lets out a breath before taking her tablet and biting to her bread. She zoomed into the pictures and, without a doubt, these were all taken in the first place because Lindon and Navier both look like some real models who were ripped out of the magazines!

Joseph anticipated and hurried to pull her clothes. Oh, let’s do that gently, just like in the movies, Sophie said. She went close to the bed and started to masturbate slowly. She placed her right leg on top of the bed, pulled her skirt to show her shiny little amateur laps, opened her top buttons, rubbed her rounded breast gently while shaking her boobs to seduce Joseph.

I whimpered, lost in the fantasy. My thighs trembled, juices coating my hand and dripping down to the sheets. I was so close, right on the edge when the door clicked open. I froze, fingers buried deep inside my dripping pussy, legs spread obscenely wide. Sophie stood in the doorway, her purple-streaked hair slightly damp, eyes widening as she took in the sight of me: naked with my fingers knuckle-deep in my cunt. “Oh my god, Evelyn…” she breathed. But instead of shock or embarrassment, her gaze heated. She stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind her without breaking eye contact. “Were you seriously masturbating while thinking about Professor Black?”

The heatwave had turned the city into a furnace. It was almost 9 pm and the temperature was still over 70 degrees. I had the pool lights on, the water glowing soft blue in the backyard, and I was floating on my back in my tiniest white bikini. The thin fabric was practically see-through when wet, my full breasts barely contained, my hard nipples clearly visible. My name is Sophie. I’m 24, with a curvy body that I love showing off when I know no one is watching.

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

Sophie I downloaded the infamous Fantasy app, but, yeah not before thinking infinite times. Damn. I had to upload a picture. I thought I'd just go with some random fake photo, but when I scrolled through the profiles I noticed that most of the women's pictures were way more sexual, revealing their body parts without a second thought. But since I was shy, I decided to upload my side profile picture, not the face. Then I realized.. shit — I was wearing my night shirt and pajama trousers in it. Nothing sexy about it.

Instead, I try to watch passively as Desiree gently cleans the wound. "Is that okay?" Desiree asks, pressing a warm, wet cloth to the graze. "Yeah, that's..." Sophie answers, but her words seem to trail away as a single tendril of warm water runs down her collarbone and into her cleavage. From where the dress has been slipped off her shoulder, I guess she's not wearing a bra, and when my eyes drift further down, I see Sophie's nipples are growing hard, visible through the thin fabric of her dress. My cock twitches at the sight.