Susan Hemingway Nude Novels & Stories

He still stood silent, adding it all up. “She’s a serial slut, Scott.” Susan said, pulling out her phone. “I’ll show you.” Dread washed over Scott. Show me? Susan unlocked her phone and scrolled through it before handing it to him. The image hit Scott like a flashbang. His stomach dropped. Heat flooded his face. His vision blurred out. The ringing intensified. Emily was standing in front of a shirtless man. She only had a towel on. The man—same one he’d seen in pictures of their dinner date.

He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his broad, muscular chest, golden-brown in colour and liberally sprinkled with curling black hair. Susan's fingers clenched tightly into the bedspread below her hand. She would stare him down if it killed her, because he just could not be serious. She rested her head to one side, striving for an appearance of cool amusement, but she could feel a blush slowly colouring up her pale skin, starting at her dry throat and moving up in an unstoppable tide. “If you have a desire to expose yourself in a centrefold, you don't need to audition for my benefit,” she commented, struggling for a tone of irony.

“Someone is–“ I cut him off harshly. “Yeah, I heard you. But what–“ The rest of my sentence remained in my mouth as another figure walked through the doorway. My jaw went slack as Susan came to an abrupt stop near Victor. “Derrick?” she said, fixing me with a stunned gaze. “Why the hell are you naked? And wh– Oh, my God.” Her hands flew to her mouth in shock. Victor went through another round of surprise. “You guys know each other?” His gaze darted back and forth between me and Susan who was obviously still trying to digest the sight in front of her. “That’s…that’s my…husband,” Susan stuttered.

I thought to myself. Sandy had just finished putting the last stud in when Susan came into the room. She too was wearing a dark evening dress and while her hemline ended just above the knee, her neckline did plunge revealing a delightful portion of her anatomy without appearing tacky. Unlike her sister she had absolutely no compunction about wearing the classic ""come fuck me"" pumps which added a couple of inches to her height and caused her to jiggle agreeably when she walked. Smiling she extended her hand saying, "I don't think we've been introduced properly."

Lisa gnashed her teeth. "Other women are dying to catch a glimpse of me and here you are the unfortunate one. Tch!". Brad shook his head. " I will rather lay in a gutter than to see your face." Lisa turned her face. "Let's go." A flash of hurt passed through Brad's eyes but he concealed it quickly and untied her hands. "Fucking Bastard!" Lisa murmered and rubbed her wrists to ease the pain. Brad than stepped out of the car with his usual mischievous smile, his messy and unruly hair can make anyone go crazy for him. He was was wearing ruby red suit with black collared shirt and black loafers.

With that said, he hung up, leaving Ivy inwardly seething. Susan, who had overheard their entire conversation, placed her hand on Ivy's shoulder. "You okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "That was a bombshell. Knowing that your ex took a picture of you while naked is..." Susan paused, searching for words as her face twisted in disgust. "An ultimate invasion of privacy. If I were you, I would have strangled him to death, seriously." Susan let out an exasperated sigh as she looked away; she felt as if she were walking in Ivy's shoes.

He shifted on his seat to distract himself but no, it got even worst so he gave into the desire If anyone could have told him that he would be responding this way by just looking at her then he wouldn’t have believed them. Susan didn’t argue this time round, instead she took everything and then stood in front of the camera stark naked. The things that this guy made her do was shameless. How could she do such a thing? what if someone sees her by accident? she was already famous for all the wrong reasons and she really didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire.

“It was at the edge of our land…. out behind the woods on the west side there’s a clearing there. We use it for training or as an overflow area for crops if we need it. And when I got there….. I saw Susan laying there on the ground, not moving. And then I saw Emily… she was in her wolf form still.” At that Sophia, Nicks mother audibly sobbed. That old bag— she was putting on and acting for the sake of the council, Lorenzo knew. He’d be willing to bet everything he owned that she had never truly cried a day in her life. He snuck a peek over at Emily’s brothers just in time to see Brian shaking his head and Alan rolling his eyes. He looked back at Emily to see her staring over at Sophia.. her

Susan looked so gorgeous in her jade green bikini swimwear with leopard motif wrapping cloth under her belly. “Thank you, Elena.” She put off her sunglasses and placed on her head. She turned around and looked at the surroundings as she came near to Elena’s standing point. “It’s clear. I just checked it.” Elena handed her the file envelope. “Thank you for your understanding. I just don’t want people getting our photos as much as they like.” Susan shrugged and took the envelope from Elena’s hand. “I understand about it.” Elena held her hair from covering her eyes as the wind was coming more rustic.

David, seeing movement looked up from his work and saw Susan standing almost naked in the window, but she pretended not to notice him. She stood in full view of David, reached out and picked up a hair brush off the dresser and proceeded to brush out her long red hair. David's mouth fell open but he did not look away from the unbelievable scene in front of him. As she lifted her arms to run the brush through her hair, Susan's large, firm breasts changed shape, her nipples were dark with lust and David was close enough to see the wrinkles in the swollen aureoles around the erect nipples.