The Librarian


Naked Librarian

“Maybe if she didn’t dress like she was fifty!” Cassie recognised Michael’s voice from the corridor. She paused outside.

“Oh, don’t be so hard on her.” It was Adam, the library administrator. “She’s always nice to everyone, and she’s good at her job.” Cassie felt a warm glow inside: she had a very soft spot for Adam, a very soft spot indeed. Not that he’d ever guessed it.

“All I’m saying is, it would be nice to have some eye candy around the place!” Michael spoke again. “And Cassie’s not that. She’s always in that jumper and skirt, and probably wearing fifty layers underneath it. She’s locked up tighter than a nun’s chastity belt.”

Cassie looked down at herself, at her long jumper and long skirt with tights and blouse underneath. But just because she chose to dress like that, couldn’t they see past it? But she didn’t want them to suspect that she had overheard their conversation so she turned and walked away quietly.

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Alessia Takes Me Out


Alessia Takes Me Out

Alessia Takes Me Out I’ve posted to Literotica. It’s about a female couple with a healthy dominant/submissive relationship where, one night, private ownership is demonstrated very publicly.

Alessia was fully dressed in knee-length boots, stockings, a short, black leather skirt and a tight long-sleeved top, also in black. Her hair was short and dyed jet black and her eyes a deep blue. The contrast of her head-to-toe dark outfit and my bare, white skin was stark, and incredibly erotic. She stopped in front of me and we were each lost in the other’s eyes for a second.

You can read the whole of Alessia Takes Me Out on Literotica.

Dressing On Borrowed Time


Dressing on Borrowed Time

I’ve published Dressing on Borrowed Time. It’s called “Dressing On Borrowed Time” and is a very short story about what happens when someone owes a debt that they never thought would be collected.

There was no sign he was going to stop her, and there was nothing to be gained from a slow reveal so. With a fast, smooth motion, she lifted her arms above her head, pulling the dress as she went. She pulled the tiny furls of delicate fabric off of her arms and stood, holding the small ball of cloth in one hand.

You can read the full story on Literotica.

Naked Women in Shorts


Naked Women in Shorts ENF Story Collection

I’m excited to be able to announce my new book “Naked Women in Shorts”, available now for the Kindle. You can get it Naked Women in Shorts on or Naked Women in Shorts on

It features twelve short stories about beautiful, delicious naked women. There’s the girl who livens up one young guy’s train journey with an impromptu striptease, the shy Asian geek girl who’s seduced by the perpetual nudist, the naked performance artist, and the author who decides she needs to practice what she writes. Ahem.

I’ve been working on the stories for over a year and it’s an absolutely bargain at the price. Here’s a little excerpt:

Natasha took the choker, reached up and buckled it around my neck. I had been standing for an hour, naked in a room full of clothed men and women, and now, with the choker around my neck, I felt more naked than at any time before. But the overwhelming sensation was now the tingling between my legs.

But Natasha hadn’t finished yet. She delved further into the purse and pulled out another long strip of leather cord. She reached behind my neck and I realised she had buckled it to a loophole in the choker. She was holding one end of a leather leash, and I was on the other.

Hmm, it turns me on just reading it again. I hope it does the same to you.

The Lamppost Dare (An ENF Story)


Naked Woman Tied To A Lamppost

“A photo of you, naked, chained to a lamppost.” Those were the message’s exact words.

Angela’s self-restraint dares had become more adventurous as my week-long work trip ran on. It was agony being away from her for so long, but sheer ecstasy following her instructions each day.

I checked that the camera tripod on the balcony edge hadn’t moved in the night. It was still pointing down at the town square, the zoom lens focused on an old cast iron lamppost.

I slipped my feet into my stilettos and pulled a thin sundress over my head. I’d planned this whole thing very carefully and had hardly slept through excitement.

I glanced at the clock at the end of the square: it was 5:40am, and the sun was slowly rising above the buildings, beginning to shine brightly on my chosen spot. The town was deserted at this time of the morning; the first bus didn’t arrive until 6am, and it was never early. I had twenty minutes.

I picked up my handcuffs and the longer ankle chains and ran to the door as fast as my thin heels would allow. My shoes rang loud on the concrete stairs and it seemed to take an age to reach the front door of the apartment block. I stepped outside and looked up at the clock again: 5:42am. I had eighteen minutes.

The stilettos echoed from every façade as I bounded across the cobbles. Speed was more important than stealth at the moment, but with my senses on overdrive every step rang like a hammer blow to an anvil.

I reached the lamppost and stood with my back to it to check my position. I looked up at my balcony; I could see my camera lens looking back at me. I took another anxious look up at the clock: 5:43am. I still had plenty of time. My body was coursing with anticipation.

I put the handcuffs on the low wall behind the lamppost and bent down to clamp a chain around my left ankle. I gasped as it closed, electrified by even this small restriction on my freedom. The ankle bracelets didn’t even need a key to release them, but the thrill was intense all the same.

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Naked Women in Shorts – Cover Preview


I’ve a new book on the way. “Naked Women in Shorts” is a collection of short stories about women in naked situations.

I’m hoping the book will be out for Christmas so, erm, you can buy it for yourself as a treat. And as a sneak preview, here’s the latest cover art:

Naked Women in Shorts Cover

What do you think?

Exclusive Stories


Exclusive CFNM and ENF stories from Kara Bryn

I often write short stories that I’d like to share with my readers. But I don’t want to post them on the usual sites, and sometimes they haven’t been edited enough to put into a book, or maybe they just don’t fit in with something that I’m putting together.

So, I’d like to make them available somewhere, and I’ve decided that the best place to do it is here. There’s a contact form and if you fill it out with your e-mail address I’ll send you a password so you can access those private pages, and a link to the pages, of course. And I promise I’ll never reveal your details to anyone, ever.

I hope that many of you sign up, and the more people I can share these stories with, the more incentive there is for me to write more. So go and sign up!

Best wishes,