Vinny Guadagnino Nudes Novels & Stories

“Nudie times? Cute, but that’s not why I’m showing you this, sweetheart.” Callie paused from putting on her bra to look back at Vin. “I don’t like that mischievous look on your face, what are you planning?” Without answering, Vin placed a firm hand on Callie’s shoulder, guiding her to face away from him and to bend down at the hip. Instinctively, Callie’s hands shot out to support herself by holding onto one of the shelves in the closet. “Vin?” she whispered, heat spreading across her body at the shadow of Vin’s touch upon her naked thighs. “What are you doing?”

"As you command, oh mighty leader." A shiver of fear or anticipation, possibly both, went up her spine as Jaxon, with a smirk, began to unbutton his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a smooth, cocoa-colored chest. Lean muscles made his stomach taut and tapered down to lean hips. When she would have looked away as his hands went to his pants, Gavin, who'd come up behind her, tilted her head back. "You need to watch. Within our community, nudity is not considered taboo, not given our need to let our beasts out to run. It's something you need to get used to."

Me: Your favorite gray Harvard tee I stole from an ex, and nothing underneath. @sinnernextdoor: Jesus Christ. Take the tee off, slowly, and film it. I’d never sent nudes to someone I didn’t know, but the wine, the ache, the anonymity. I was already sliding the cotton over my head before I could talk myself out of it. I propped the phone against a throw pillow, hit record, and let the camera watch as I dragged the shirt up inch by inch, revealing my bare tits, hard nipples, the curve of my waist, until the fabric cleared my head and I sat there completely naked.

Olga was trying to get their father! "The picture is in real life! Fantastic!" Vino was fascinated by the cellphone. "Those birds looked real! It's not a painting?" "No, it's not a painting. We call this a camera." Brie took many snap shots of him. "See?" She showed him one of his photos. "Do you have to take a picture of me while I'm naked?" Brie blushed but she did not delete the snap shots. "Well, you have a nice body." Vino went serious. His eyes became incandescent with need. "And you liked my body?"

My stomach churned violently again, worse than when I had seen the photos. Cassie tilted her face up to ask for a kiss, and Zane didn't push her away. He just smiled helplessly and tapped her forehead. "Stop playing around. Someone might see us." Still, she continued swinging his arm and cloyingly whined, "So what if they do? Your fiancee loves you so much that even if she finds out, she'll just assume I'm the one seducing you."

I hugged him and cried out loud as I can. When I slowly open my eyes again and I can't bear to see clear, so I rub my eyes and saw someone's half body wearing a white towel. I slowly run my eyes up, seeing his half body naked. A V-shaped waist, little grey-white short hair on his belly button, continuously, his four small hills abdominal muscle feels like tempting me, his big chest dark nipples, and his red marshmallow lips. Goddess. It's Vincent.

I told Gio the good news over lunch the day after I signed the contract for both the modeling and the photography. "I am proud of you bella. You are really coming out of your shell. I think this Sebastian has been a good influence on you. But are you sure that you are comfortable showing that much of your own skin?" he asked, taking a drink of his lemonade. Gio knew my entire portfolio though I never showed those to him. He knew that part of my healing process had been to embrace nudity, both partial and full, from an artist point of view. I was known to be one of the most professional and most prepared photographers when it came to doing nudes or sexual and sensual shots. Money shots

"Take off your underwear and send me a photo." He also sent a nude photo of himself after a workout. I rushed into the women's restroom, carefully took a photo of the soaked fabric, and sent it to him. "What if I can't wear it anymore?" I asked. Vincent then sent a voice message. I held the speaker to my ear at the lowest volume. He spoke in a low voice. "Then don't wear it, sweetheart." I became even wetter. His words felt like a whisper against my ear, impossible to forget.

The way he said his name sounded so sexy coming off his lips. "What are you going to do to me? How can my imagination hurt me?" Wade was still challenging Vincenzo's control and patience, taunting him. "You asked for it," Vincenzo couldn't contain the fire burning in his body. He ripped the clothes off Wade's body, finally revealing his bare chest and the pink nipples that Vincenzo had wanted to taste. Wade was lean and slightly muscular. His dusky coloured nipples looked good enough for biting. "Turn around. Get on your hands and knees," Vincenzo said.

Vincent was shocked. Agatha was still naked. He caught her image, from the tip of her head and tip of her toes. Gulp. That black hair fell perfectly on the sheet, the red skin dyed from the lust, her luscious breast, and the secret place between her thighs. Seeing that, Vincent’s patience reached its limit. He quickly pulled down his pants and grabbed his manh**d, and shook its head. The transparent liquid was flowing out from the glans of his sh*ft. He was sweating in fear that he might get caught mast*rbating by looking at her body without her consent but he could not help this.