Steph Myers Nude Novels & Stories

Kelly's eyes were had a glow like lust as she looked at Stephanie's nearly naked body. Stephanie trembled as her lover looked at her. She was only wearing a black lace bra that clearly showed her now hardening nipples, and the high heels. She felt her pussy throb and grow wet. "Mmmm, no panties", Kelly teased. "You're a naughty girl." She brought a trembling finger to Stephanie's pussy and felt the wetness. With great will power she moved her finger away. Kelly untied the sash on her robe and let it fall open. She was naked underneath with only her stockings and heels on. The sexy blonde reached up and unhooked her friend's bra, letting it fall to the floor. She took Stephanie into her arms

"I just want you to be naked – that way I feel like there's no secrets, I'll know everything you're feeling while we talk." I began to actually feel somewhat dizzy as I stripped off my T-shirt and dropped my shorts (I hadn't worn underpants, what a surprise!) to the floor. I stood face to face with Nicole. She was a perfect twin of Stephanie Seymour; it was absolutely uncanny. With the turquoise teddy and the high-heeled shoes, she looked like she had just stepped out of the pages of a Victoria's Secret catalog. I, on the other hand, probably looked like a fool, standing totally naked with an engorged cock just sort of sticking out, and come-stained clothes lying in a heap at my feet. She lo

Behind her, the two accomplices. The Luna makes a gesture and one of the men runs to open the cell door. Stephany enters and stops, right in front of Ryan,laughing. - So you're Scarlet's bastard. I can say that I'm disappointed. – she says, looking at Ryan's naked body from top to bottom.- I imagined you taller and stronger, but you're nothing more than a little ugly pup. She looks at the blond-haired man and a bench is placed behind her. She sits down with her legs crossed.

So….. here’s the idea. I’ll be starting a new mm erotica and yeah this is a sneak peak CALEB. I was already hard when Marcus walked in. dripping Precum soaking through my boxers, leaving a dark spot on the gray fabric like I'd fucking pissed myself. My phone was propped against a pillow on the couch, screen tilted so I could watch with one hand while the other stroked my dick through the cotton. On the screen was some random dude from Grindr. Blonde and in his Early twenties. Already naked on his knees in a bedroom I didn't recognize. Marcus wasn't in frame yet, but I could hear him… that low, commanding voice he uses when he's about to ruin someone.

I ignored him and pulled Snow closer to my chest. “Last night. I was informed you had retired by the time I came to report.” Myron answered. There was almost no similarity between the two of them. Myron looked like a beam of sunlight, lighting up everything in its path while Stephan was a personification of the darkness. I could feel his blue eyes watching me and I rolled my eyes and turned away. “Did it go well?” Stephan answered. “Yes.” “Zara have you gotten the burn treated?” I stiffened, finally recalling the angry welt of flesh on my arm.

“Who alone was meant to see the images? I thought you knew better than this, Dahlia. You’ve handled so many cases like this.” Her words blurred into nothing. My eyes were glued to the image of me standing in my room, as naked as the day I was born, smiling at the camera like I had just won a trophy. I zoomed in and out, hoping to find a sign that it was photoshopped, but the truth was painfully clear. My nudes had been leaked. The only thing covering the little dignity I had left were three small tape emojis, two over my nipples and the last one between my thighs. Every other part of my body was so exposed that even a half-blind person would be left with nothing to imagine.

My anger spoke but deep inside I was terrified. “Let’s see what he has to say.” He said and connected his laptop to the tv screen. I chewed my inner mouth and soon Stephen came live in front of the whole media. He looked confident and dominance screamed from his posture. He was ready to take down his critics. “Good evening everyone, I am Stephen Hamilton and I am here to answer your questions. I hope you respect my privacy regarding my family’s safety and apart from that, you can ask me anything.” Stephen addressed the media.

Jaxon’s username appeared as the only viewer. “Strip,” he commanded, leaning back with his arms spread across the back of the couch. “Slowly. Show me what my little whore sells online.” Mia stood on shaky legs. She pulled the hoodie over her head, revealing a simple black bra. Her leggings followed, sliding down her toned legs until she stood in just her underwear. Jaxon’s gaze burned across her body like fire. “All of it.” She unhooked her bra, letting her full breasts spill free, nipples already hard from the cool air and nerves. Then she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down, stepping out of them. Completely naked now, she felt exposed under his intense stare.

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

By the grim frown on everyone's faces, I immediately doubted the possibility. Finally, when we got to the presence of almighty Mike, I noticed a hunched figure at his feet. A stark naked figure that shocked me to the marrow when he lifted his head to meet my gaze. Stephen! He enunciated every letter of the word 'mess'. He looked tired and tortured and the most shocking part of it all was the deep scar that slashed across his bare, toned chest, marring the beauty of his caramel coloured skin. I gasped in shock. What was going on?!