Tasteful Nudes Novels & Stories

And I know the perfect way to tip me over the edge even faster. I glance at the mirror and there we are, in the most sexily wanton position possible, my breasts jiggling and bouncing as we fuck each other and my hand in between my legs and I fuck myself along too. It's literally the most perfect nude scene ever, and it has its effect on me as I feel myself draw closer to the edge. Draaven follows my gaze and I know the image of us does something to him too as he lets out a low growl in his throat. That's the sound he makes when he's really close, I want to cum with him. I keep my eyes on the image of us in the mirror as I finger fuck my clit and Draaven fucks my pussy. The combined sight of

He shucked his jeans and the rest of his clothes. Channing marveled at his nude body. Ripped muscles. Smooth skin punctuated in spots by white and pink scars, large and small. She trailed her fingers over his defined pecs then to the little strip of hair arrowing the center of his torso, watching his cock jump when she lightly drew her fingertips from hipbone to hipbone. “You are a beautiful man, Trevor.” “Thank you, darlin’, but as I’m standin’ here buck-ass naked except for my hat, we gotta do something about all them clothes you’re wearin’.”

“Even like this… these perfect tits are everything.” She couldn’t wait any longer. She pulled back just enough to tug the T-shirt over her head and drop it to the floor. She stood before him completely nude, glowing in the soft lamplight. Zayn’s breath caught. She was breathtaking — golden skin flushed with desire, waist nipping in before flaring into full, womanly hips. Her breasts were full and heavy, round and perfect, the dark nipples stiff and begging, the soft undersides curving beautifully. Her stomach was soft and inviting, leading down to the dark, neatly trimmed curls of her hairy mound, already glistening with arousal. Every inch of her looked made for him — soft, sensual, utterly

Aria’s POV: Through the crack in the door— I saw him. Kade. Bare-backed and glistening, fully nude , sweat painting his skin like he’d just finished the first round. The air was thick with sex and his cologne—dark, intoxicating. I knew Kade was attractive, but this? This was something else entirely. *Oh my* His shoulders were broad, the kind that made fingers itch to trace the hard line of muscle down his back. The afternoon light caught the sweat along his spine, that tantalizing dip between his ridges—like an invitation.

Nita said, "It is better when he cums on you." The third time was even better. Rather than join the girls in pressing, Nita decided to sit on the other side of me and get herself off with her fingers. We made a little masturbation sandwich that way, me stroking my cock, my sisters lying on the ground, and Nita on the other side. Her legs spread wide, hiding nothing. She already had her top off and for this round, Nita stripped down naked. I was surprised to see that her pussy was covered in dark, curly hair completely untrimmed. There was something arousing and naughty about that.

— Lucas… I… I should… I say, hesitant, unable to formulate anything else. He smiles, that smile both sweet and cruel, and slowly begins to shed his coat and upper garments, each movement measured, almost ceremonial. I watch him, fascinated by his beauty, his stature, the way the light caresses his features and makes him almost unreal. He exudes a quiet power, a luxury, and a confidence that captivate me as much as they intimidate me. TANIA (thought) I should be wary… and yet… I can’t. I am lucky… lucky to be here, lucky to see him, lucky to feel this unique tension…

Actually, I had plan to put on this lingerie for Zane the night we meet because it was titillating and there’s this irresistible eroticaura it gives. I took several pictures of me lying in randy positions, one could mistake me for a stripper. I smiled to myself when I stared at my banging hot nude image. The heat was too much, Zane might need a fire extinguisher because there was no way these images won't turn him on, they weren't ordinary pictures of me. ****** To Be Continued

The way she used color and play of lights and shadows makes the composition full of sensuality. "It's quite subtle, it's about a naked man that leaves a lot to the imagination, half of his face covered by a hand and the other by those strands of hair only allows us to enjoy some sensual full lips..." "A very interesting work, each piece in the collection is unique and well-crafted, but this nude is simply spectacular, it invites you to go beyond that male body that, without showing defined muscles, shows fragility... Beautiful..."

Naked. The air shifted instantly—laughter died, breaths caught. They were exquisite, living statues carved from heat and flesh. Each body was unique—some lean and sinewed like dancers, some broad and powerful as warriors, some thick with muscle that begged to be touched. But though their bodies differed, one thing united them all: cocks heavy, thick, undeniably prominent, every one of them a weapon of temptation. Their skin gleamed in the candlelight, and they carried in their hands bright red apples, glistening, flawless, as though plucked from a forbidden orchard moments ago.

To my confusion, all of it were image attachment. And with a flick of my thumb, I opened the images. I was immediately met with a series of nude photos—of Elisse’s, my alpha’s mate, in nothing but seductive lingerie. Each of her photo was a tantalizing display of her body, posed in ways that made my blood boil and my dick hardened instinctively. “Sweet fucking Luna,” I breathed, feeling my pulse quicken. There she was, her delicate slender body wearing lace and silk, every curve screams of perfect wild invitation. The first image showed her leaning against a wall, her back arched, the fabric barely concealing her breast and only revealing her sweet pink erected nipples. I couldn’t tear my ga