Sylvia Miles Nude Novels & Stories

"I know a grade-A bullshitter when I meet one." I giggled when Miles snickered at his own words. "You ever posed nude?" He squinted at me. "Some photographers and agents can be total pervs." "Yeah. Some definitely are," I muttered. "Just semi-nude. No nips." "Hey. No judgment here." I chuckled. "Thanks for hearting my photos, by the way." Miles glanced away and grinned timidly. "I wasn't stalking you online, to be perfectly clear," he mumbled with a throaty chuckle.

I simply followed him, feeling utterly helpless. As we entered Miles' office and stepped into the inner lounge, I immediately saw Nora sprawled seductively on the sofa bed where Miles took his midday naps. She was wearing a black, revealing dress with slits running high up her thighs. "Miles…" She purred as she raised her head, but upon seeing me, her tone sharpened. "What are you doing here?" A flicker of panic flashed in Miles' eyes. He opened his mouth to explain, but when he saw my complete lack of reaction, his unease only deepened.

I have never found out who has been sending these messages, but they have always been accurate, painfully so. With trembling fingers, I open the message. It is a photo, and for a moment, my brain cannot process what I am seeing. Then it clicks. Miles is lying shirtless in an unfamiliar bed, his chest bare and his eyes closed. Beside him sits Roxy, wrapped only in a towel, her wet hair dripping onto her shoulders, her hand resting on Miles' arm. The image is intimate and damning.

He told her to take the bed and he rolled out a pallet on the floor. The next day went much the same as the evening before. Mikail tried every way he could think of to convince her to agree to marriage and Sylvia flatly refused each. That evening, she ducked behind one of the crates and unlaced her leathers and the bodice several inches. She moved a candle over to where he could see the bed easily and she laid down on it carefully placing herself in the most seductive position she could. He struggled to keep his composure.

I responded sheepishly, looking down at the blanket I was wrapped in. “Trust me; if you hadn’t been passed out, I would have ravished you,” Miles replied, causing me to jerk up and look at him, seeing the hunger burning his eyes. “Your body looked amazing in that dress; it looks ten times better, completely naked.” “Ughh, thanks,” I responded, looking down again, trying to hide my blush. Of course, he had seen me naked; I was wearing his shirt. “I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?” I asked, feeling nervous.

Always waiting, as locked away from pleasure as any sleeping princess in a glass coffin. Sylvia took a haggard breath. If she could not have the romantic dream everyone else in her family had, she would take what joy she could in the life that was left to her. She would take risks. She would be bold. Slowly, Sylvia untied her bikini top and dropped it to the floor. She untied the bottom and kicked it away. Climbing naked into the bathtub, she sank beneath the fragrant white bubbles. Closing her eyes, holding her breath, she slid all the way down beneath the water.

Their argument tore through the quiet, moonlit courtyard. I leaned against the worn archway and stopped, my fingers absentmindedly picking at the peeling red brick. Sylvia's sharp voice, laced with tears, cut through the air. "She's faking it! That bitch..." Before she could finish, a loud slap cut her off. How ridiculous. In my last life, Miles had sworn over and over that 'there would only ever be Sylvia in his heart.' Yet, in this life, one lie from me was enough to turn him against her.

Their rough hands touched bare skin as she vainly tried to cover up and push them away. Miles's voice played in her ear. "It's been awhile since we had an employer as sexy as you, Ava..." A hand grabbed her bare ass as another grasped one of her laced breasts, "or as ready to get fucked. We're pretty pent up, you know..." With a click, her bra went slack and fell to the ground. Miles cupped her bare tits from behind before she could cover them herself.

Lucas is there, leaning against a wall, looking detached but his eyes gleam with a provocative light. — So, Lyra, you look... calmer, my mother comments as she pours me a glass of wine. I nod, but my mind is elsewhere, still haunted by the revelations about Mireille Davaine and the persistent shadow around Alexandre. Lucas seems to be waiting for his moment. He sits down and, before we even start eating, he casually states with an ironic smile: — Oh, and by the way... Tania and I are done. I cheated on her... with someone else.

Denise's father, Dominique Lynn, is sitting by the pool accompanying his beautiful wife, Sylvia. The woman was seen lying down on the sun deck while wearing a two-piece swimsuit. Sylvia's age is no longer young. She is forty years old but still looks charming, especially for the adam. Sylvia had given birth twice, Denise and her sister as well, but her body was still like a violin. This woman has sun-tanned skin and brown hair with blonde highlights, making her look perfect.