Tasteful Nudes Novels & Stories

Fuck, I started to sit up to reach for it when his palm on my shoulder stopped me, the close proximity making the wet blunt head of his hard cock make contact with my face. Please... I wanted to take him in my mouth as I watched him step out of his pants. His nudity was artistic, a perfect glow in all its glory standing before me. Long powerful legs spread to accommodate his hard leaking length looking fucking delicious and mouth-watering, Muscular thighs, toned stomach without an ounce of flesh and packs so prominent he was damn unreal. His cock twitched under my perusal. Let me taste you, please. I pleaded in my heart, my eyes eager as they stared at him.

I licked her upper lip and sucked it and she moaned into my mouth slightly scratching my shoulders when I added another finger and she rubbed her tongue against mine. I pulled out my fingers and took off the only thing covering me which were my boxers before I helped her take off the brallete and my eyes went wide at the sight of her bosom. I turned more harder down there if possible and it got even more intense when my hardened member poked her inner thigh and I moaned under my breath when her thigh came together and craddled me gently.

**** I stood before him a nude art painted by his mastery, in a dark strapless bra and panties. For a minute,my face flushed and I tried to cover them. "They are perfect." He muttered. As he got even closer my breasts tingled this time as he palmed and squeezed them through the fabric. Any word I wanted to say felt unwanted as it all ended on a moan that was swallowed down as a moan as he folded my boobs cand ran his tongue across a nipple before sucking. The fucking man had a fetish for boobs, it was to tell. I threw my head back, as I did my head

She leaned over and asked, "Mister, if you feel that it's unfair, why don't I give you one of my nudes?" Ambrose was tempted, but he felt baffled, too. "No way. What if someone else sees it?" Larissa made a face. "Forget it, then." Ambrose saw the scheming gaze in her eyes and changed his mind. "Why don't you take some nudes but delete them after? That way, nobody would see them." Ambrose held her chin and said, "I enjoy the photography process." Larissa was shocked! She silently cursed. Ambrose was being shameless, so she lost.

"Okay. Do you want on-location or at the studio set?" Ingrid couldn't hide her excitement. "On-location sounds nice." Cade turned to Noah, who was behind him, with a grin. "Noelani, do you want a new nude photo?" Ingrid looked at her boss. "You have a nude photo, sir?" she asked, smiling. "I wasn't nude," Noah said, embarrassed, narrowing his eyes at Cade. "Why did I let you guys convince me back then?” "He was wearing skimpy swimwear," Cade told Ingrid. "The picture is on my I*******m; do you want to see it?"

“Nudes. But not just bodies. He paints… essence. Vulnerability.” Lena swallowed hard. “Nudes,” she repeated, as if tasting the word would make it less foreign. “You wouldn’t have to agree to anything you weren’t comfortable with,” Alden assured. “I can pass along your name if you want to think about it.” Her mind raced. Nude modeling. For a stranger. A stranger whose work was “provocative.” She didn’t even know what that meant beyond the obvious. She forced a polite smile. “I’ll… think about it.”

She has teased a little when she was in the mood, but I never say any indications that she would ever do anything more She enjoys posing for me to take sexy pictures. These were usually tasteful nudes and never pornographic. We finally decided to have a professional photographer do a shoot with her in our home. I was a little surprised but extremely excited about someone seeing her completely nude. I was hoping that she did not get too shy and not totally get nude for these pictures.

They were dark, pupils blown wide. She released the skirts; they fell around his wrists like black manacles. Then she reached for the front of his cassock, tugged the remaining buttons open with sharp, impatient jerks until the white linen parted and his chest was bare. She scraped her nails lightly down his pectorals, watching the red lines bloom. “You have denied yourself for years,” she murmured. “Let me show you what you have been starving.” Before he could answer she sank to her knees between his legs.

Renowned artist Lucian Vale, is a 42 years old perfectionist with a dark reputation. He needs the perfect muse for his most provocative collection yet. When 23 years old aspiring model Joshua Hart walks into his private studio, Lucian knows he’s found more than just a body, he’s found raw, uninhibited inspiration. What begins as classical nude poses quickly spirals into explicit, boundary pushing sessions filled with erotic poses, intense oral worship, masturbation, and eventually full gangbang scenes orchestrated by the artist himself. In Lucian’s world, art and lust are inseparable, and Elias is willing to surrender everything, his body, his limits, and his pleasure to become the ultimate

"What the fuck does that mean!?" "Mhmmm," He hummed in her ear, nodding towards the two naked men. "It isn't a big surprise they are good at it, is it?" Tara's eyes betrayed her and looked they were both hung like bulls, their cocks thick and heavily veined with testicles hanging like stones beneath them. Roy tightened his grip as Tara began to struggle again. "Haha, I guess you like what you see then, hmmm?" "No! They're they're disgusting!" But Tara stared at their members still. She caught her mouth slightly open, breathing hard. So did Roy.