Elise Christie Nude Novels & Stories

In fact, I’d rip her leg off myself so that she’d be free of that anklet and I’d be free of her and wouldn’t be responsible for a rogue anymore. But then I heard it, a low, mournful, broken howl that scattered through someone’s throat like a desperate prayer. And then I saw her. Elise was kneeling on the floor, silver trails of tears leaking from her ocean eyes as the moonlight lit her up in a tragically beautiful way. She wore thin layers and I wondered how she could stand being out in this cold without so much as a coat and shoes. Her long blonde hair was tied messily as it cascaded over her shoulder and she looked ethereal, like a ghost.

As Mrs. Dent broke into a run, I followed closely, our eyes glued to the suffocated sight. The rest of my class were all sunbathing on the sandy beach, laughing and chattering as they lay buck naked! Worst of all, some of them were all naked swimming in shallow waters, their private parts showing whenever the waves undulated! Even though there was no one else other than them, Mrs. Dent dashed toward them, her eyes red under her face veil as she shrieked, "Are you all suicidal?! Put on your clothes right now!"

I turned to leave the room, but Elsie grabbed my arm to stop me. "Stay," she said in a gentle whimper "Will you get in the shower with me?" I swallowed as I watched Elsie begin to undress herself. She tugged the baggy tee covered in blood over her head, revealing her bare breasts beneath. My eyes dropped to her chest, watching her nipples become perky as they met the air. "Of course I will," I replied with a smile, pulling my own shirt off my body and tossing it to the floor. Elsie then unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down her legs, stepping out of them. Finally she slipped her panties off until she presented herself completely naked before me.

“No time for a burlesque show here, girl. Get this on.” “B-but I’m embarrassed…” “Girl, the fuck? It’s just me, boy! Here, I’ll turn around.” Christie turned around as Isa undressed and took on the clean uniform. “So, what’ll you wear?” asked Isa from behind. “Hmmm, just this I suppose.” “They’ll read you to filth, Christie.” Isa turned around and faced her as Christie arranged Isa’s hair. Christie joyfully smirked, “I’ve got nothing to lose.”

He served two glasses of champagne, handed her one, then reclined against the desk and watched. Élise set the glass aside untouched. Slowly, she unknotted the belt. The trench coat fell from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. Beneath, she wore nothing but black lace: a bra that scarcely contained her full breasts, a thong cut high on the hips, garter straps framing smooth thighs. She turned, giving him her back, and reached behind to unhook the bra. It fell away. Her breasts were heavy, nipples already tight from the cool air or anticipation. She cupped them, lifted, and offered. Then let her hands glide down her sides, over the arch of her waist, hooking thumbs into the thong.

She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, causing a bounce. Then, she removed her last piece of clothing, revealing herself to Wilbur. The sea breeze blew, and the beauty offered herself. Wilbur's brows started to furrow tightly. "Wilbur, I'm not trying to submit to you. I've never done this before, and I don't know why I'm doing this now, but I just want to give myself to you. Will you accept me?" Elise opened her arms and hugged Wilbur tightly, pressing her face against his chest as she listened to his strong and powerful heartbeat.

Elise was naked, with rough hand marks courtesy of Rygan’s feral lust, it made him recall how much she moaned and writhed under him when she climaxed, and how he fucked and filled her for days. Elise pushed her hair till it fell over her chest and nape before she spoke.“You left hickeys—a lot of them,” she murmured, checking her littered body. “I need to take a shower.” “We need to talk,” he said to Elise. She froze at the seriousness of his tone, swallowing a breath before turning her fully naked body to him. “I can't walk or think straight, especially if I’m still covered in this,” she said, referring to the cum stains on her body. "So, please let me at least take a shower," she called wit

Blake then calmed himself down and didn’t move. “Well, that’s good to know,” Blake said and smiled. He was to have a son with Koran in the near future. Elise then got up and began to disrobe her clothing. She had a pair of pink shorts and a white tank top with light blue underwear, but they were discarded on the ground, and she lazily walked into the water, giving Blake a perfect view of her mature young figure. Submerging herself, she playfully swam around the pond then seductively looked at Blake as he continued to sit by the pond in awe, struct over her confidence before him.

“Wait here.” Eden started to protest, but I shook my head. “She might be afraid. Let me go in first.” I stepped up to the cabin. I placed a hand on it. My heart pounded. My fingers trembled as I pushed it open. The door creaked loudly, groaning on its hinges. The warmth of the room hit me first. Then the scent. Lavender. Her scent. And her. Elise. She was sitting on a stool by the fireplace. Her knees were drawn close to her and she had a thick blanket over her shoulders. Her long hair was loose, falling in soft waves down her back. She wore unfamiliar clothes— a plain cotton dress, no shoes.

She was always an expert in crying crocodile tears. “R-Richard,” Elise whimpered. “I thought that you would be happy to see me. I came here for you.” “For me? Or for yourself?” I folded my arms and gave her a discerning look. She was dressed in a black lace minidress, which hugged her figure well. While she was in fact desirable, there was no stir of sexual attraction inside of me. Not anymore. Her tears stopped almost immediately when she saw that I wasn’t playing games, and her lips turned up into a seductive smile. She took a step closer, trying to close the distance between us.