CFNM Ad Campaign

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Women’s suit company Suistudio seems to be stirring up a bit of trouble with the uptight branches of the press in showing naked men mixing with very smartly dressed women in their new ad campaigns.

Ranging from “it degrades everyone” to “now men know how it feels”, my gut feeling is that it’s just fodder for journalists who can toss a coin and decide which aspect they want to pretend to be indignant about.

Personally, I think the photos are great and much sexier than most attempts at anything similar that I’ve seen before. What do you think?

Naked man with suited woman

Naked man with suited woman

Naked man with suited woman

Naked man with suited woman

Naked man with suited woman

Reading During An Orgasm

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This series of women reading some stirring prose whilst being subjected to a vibrator is one of the biggest turn-ons I’ve seen in a long time. And if you can’t wait for the “good bit”, you can skip to the last couple of minutes and enjoy their pleasure:

Playing Our Roles

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“It was up to her to decide what she wanted to do with me, yet I had to pretend I was reluctant to be dominated, to pretend to fight back. That was the part I was never very good at.”

Ladies Day – A Free ENF Story

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I wrote this Ladies Day a long time ago for Indian Outlaw’s Stripping Naked Story Board. I’ve recently been collating stories the I posted on other websites and re-posting them here, and Ladies Day has been added to the collection.

It’s a story of an aristocratic English woman with a rather dangerous addiction to betting on horse races. The introduction below is just a teaser and you can read the rest in my Exclusive Stories section. Sign-up is free and I’ll send you the password.

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Ladies Day – An Extract

“But where was I… Oh yes. You see, I gave Mishka lots of pieces of paper with different horse names written on them this afternoon, and she has distributed them to many of the ladies attending today. Some have ignored them, some have placed bets and won, never to return, and some have lost at the first or second bet. Lady Jessica was satisfied to wager her jacket and she left with some of my money, but unfortunately I could not entice her to make a second bet.”

That part of it made sense to Lady Jane. Jess had won money and her jacket back and had sensibly stopped there.

“And then there was Lady Fortnum, who is now without a jacket. That one will soon be hanging in Mishka’s wardrobe. Unfortunately, I did not guess the winner correctly and so, having been given an incorrect tip, she was not drawn to place another bet.

“Then Lady… what was her name Mishka?”

“Lady Porchester,” Mishka replied in an accent that was even thicker than Sergey’s.

“Yes, Lady Porchester… Her jacket is now very tightly buttoned as she was willing to stake her blouse on a second wager, although unfortunately no more. Oh how I wish she had been wearing a… what is it you call it?… a bolero rather than a jacket. But unfortunately her state of undress is not apparent at a glance, and she retained her bra in any case. Perhaps if I had been lucky with the horse I had chosen for her second bet she would have taken a third and we would have seen a bit more.” Sergey shrugged with a wistful look on his face.

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Party Centrepiece

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“I could hear voices around me, but I had no idea who or even how many people were in the room. I hoped no-one would recognise me, but was that my name I heard whispered?”

Sitting in Chains

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“The metal handcuffs were cold on my bare ankles, but I didn’t dare complain. I’d never dared to complain, not since the first Sunday afternoon when Elaine closed the cool steel around my ankles and wrists, the collar around my neck, and chained them all together and left me sitting on the floor. She had not said a word, and neither had I, and now it was just part of our routine: she would sit and read her book, and I would lay, or sit, chained at her feet, in whatever clothes she had left me with.”