Nicole Au Naturel

Nicole Au Naturel

Alex Jordaine

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Welcome to Cap de Berg, the biggest, sexiest, kinkiest nudist resort in the world. Talented erotic painter Nicole has lost her creative inspiration and decides to embark on a sexual adventure to help her rediscover it. She moves in with Mistress Catherine and her slave James to engage in a sadomasochistic ménage a trois, which is supposed to be a no-strings-attached arrangement. But in the midst of all the mind-blowing S&M sex games the three go on to enjoy, it steadily becomes clear that this is turning into an intensely passionate love triangle. Catherine's best friend Mistress Helena warns her the three of them are playing with fire and Catherine is forced to agree. She decides to take drastic action and it looks as if it is the beginning of the end of this extraordinary ménage a trois. Or is it merely the end of the beginning?

Warnings: This title contains graphic language, anal sex, domination, bondage and sadomasochism.

 
PUBLISHED BY: eXcessica publishing
ISBN:
PUBLICATION DATE: 2010
WORD COUNT: 15830
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 4 4 4 4
EBOOK READER RATING:
CATEGORIES: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotica, Fem Dom, Multiple Partners
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EXCERPT
COPYRIGHT Alex Jordaine/2010

Nicole closed the front door of her apartment with a decisive bang, left the key for safe-keeping with a neighbor, giving them a hurried assurance that there was absolutely nothing to worry about, and set off on her latest sexual escapade, as naked as a jay bird.

She glided through the courtyard past a lone sunbather, an attractive blond-haired man with whom she was casually acquainted. He was letting the last of the day’s golden sunshine wash over his nude, tanned body and appeared to be entirely engrossed in the purple-covered paperback he was reading. Nicole noticed that it was one of Catherine’s novels. That’s got to be an omen, she said to herself. Nicole felt it in her bones that this was going to be the most exciting, the most memorable sexual adventure she’d ever experienced.

At the gate she turned right and made her way through the crowded streets, with their boutiques, restaurants, shops and bars. And the people she passed could not help but stop and stare as she stepped past them, bare footed and bare assed, over the dappled sunlight and shade of those busy streets. Nicole was a real beauty; there was no doubt about that. She wasn’t perhaps what you would call fashionably beautiful: Eyes a little too large, lips too full, figure too voluptuous. But tell that to the men whose heads turned and cocks twitched, or to the women who suddenly felt the lure of Lesbos, as she walked past, hips swaying sensuously.

But why did they stop and stare, exactly? Was it because she was naked? Surely not. At that time of the day, a gentle sun still shining in the clear blue sky, there were as many people about naked as there were clothed. In an hour or two’s time it would be a different story, but not now. Was it because of her beauty that they stared? That was part of it, certainly. But if you went onto any of Cap de Berg’s crowded nude beaches you would see legions of stunning, honeyed beauties. The resort was jammed with some of the most beautiful women in the hemisphere, all gloriously naked most of the time.

Was it Nicole’s smooth, hairless sex that caught the attention of her admirers? Unlikely. The entirely shaven mons was de rigueur in the resort that year. Was it because her delightfully comely backside still showed clear traces of the heavy beating Mistress Catherine had given it earlier? Maybe, a little, but there were plenty of other aficionados of the lash in Cap de Berg. As Catherine had emphasised, it was the most fetish-friendly place imaginable.

Was it those big violet eyes, shining with intelligence and sensuality and more than a glimmer of something darker, kinkier; that hair, not just dark, but indigo-black? Was it that wonderful walk of hers, a tantalising combination of wantonness and a kind of seductive innocence? Was it her unconscious grace, her lack of affectation, the slightly unorthodox nature of her beauty, the aura of mystery and wonder that seemed to surround her?

It was all of the above, I guess, combining in some magical way to give her that powerful charisma, that intoxicating sex appeal, that special-ness that so very few people possess but that we recognise as soon as we see it … and, when we do, just have to take a second look. In a word, Nicole was a star, a dark star maybe, but a star nonetheless, And what enhanced her star quality – was an essential part of it, really – was that she was blissfully unaware of it herself.

There was something so vital about Nicole, like a force of nature. She was utterly alive. Nicole felt full of life, too, as she wove through those sunset crowds. In fact she couldn’t remember ever feeling so wonderfully alive and light and carefree as she did then. Everything filled her with delight. She felt completely unconstrained in her nakedness and incredibly sexy – like she could fuck the world.

 
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