Naked and Chained to a Lamp Post

Standard

Naked and chained to a lamp post

“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.

Just a reminder that you can read The Lamppost Dare, an exclusive ENF story just for visitors to my site, in the Exclusive Content section. All you need to do is fill out the sign-up form.

Dressed in Tattoos

Standard

tumblr_mghobxBK9J1rakvtgo1_500

When I first met Natasha I believe I experienced the same emotion that everyone does when first meeting her in the comfort of her own home; that emotion being surprise, or possibly shock, depending on one’s disposition.

The party seemed to be going the way that parties often run for me, that of being introduced to new people, not really knowing what to say, and then being rescued by someone (or maybe whoever I was talking to was the one being rescued) and then I’d be introduced to a new unsuspecting victim of inanity. This was no different, although as it was my first visit to the States I was being introduced and rescued even more thoroughly than usual as everyone wanted to meet “the English girl”, and then quickly realised that said meeting wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

But, as I said, this party was following a similar line to many, and I was running out of conversation with the quite charming and far too confident young American man I was talking to as, in the nick of time, I was tapped on the shoulder by my host for the week, Theresa, and a shout in my ear.

“Rupes! How ya doin’ there Rupes!” It wasn’t a question. “You must meet Natasha. You two just have to meet!” I rolled my eyes slightly as soon Natasha would discover, as many had already discovered that evening, that I was not the person anyone “had to meet”.

I turned around, and found myself, rarely for someone of my small height, even in my two inch heels, looking straight into the eyes of Natasha.

Natasha was petite, she was blonde, and she was smiling and offering me her hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Natasha,” she said, her eyes fixed on me all the time.

“I’m Rupa. Pleased to meet you,” I replied, taking her delicate hand in my own and trying to appear confident as I shook it.

“Oooh, I love your English accent,” Natasha said with a smile. I had heard that plenty of times tonight already and I wondered if Americans were taught to say that at school.

“I love your, er,” I said as I looked her up and down, desperate to pay a compliment in return. “I love your tattoos.” Natasha had a magnificent set of multi-coloured tattoos: on her arms, on her shoulders, on the tops of her feet and her ankles, spiralling up her leg and thigh and across her stomach. Oh yes, now I remember the important part of describing Natasha, and why I was surprised, or even shocked, at meeting her. I’m able to describe Natasha’s tattoos in such detail because Natasha was entirely naked.

Read the rest of the story, and much more, in Naked Women in Shorts, available now for the Kindle.

Milo Moiré’s Naked Tram Ride

Standard

Another video from the amazing Milo Moiré, this time with the clothing she “should” be wearing written on her body. She looks amazing, and the way that so many people try hard to ignore her is even more amazing. Although personally, I can’t thinking how cold she must be!

From her own description:

THE SCRIPT SYSTEM – Dusseldorf, Germany (2013)
„Daily life is characterized by “human automats ”. Can we break the stereotyped action?“

Always the same way to work, day after day…it is early in the morning…FAR TOO EARLY for performance art! Always the same way to work, day after day…it is early in the morning…FAR TOO EARLY for performance art! The semi-automatized operating according to an internalised script…enter, pass through, punch the ticket, sit down… Disturbed by a completely naked woman, right in the middle of it, dressed in words… What will happen? Astonishingly… NOT THAT MUCH!

The own radical nakedness turns in this process into a protective shield against the stereotype and paradoxically makes the artist invisible. If one allows stunning defencelessness, a protective, almost private space arises – even on the tram.

Lovely Naked Happy Girl

Standard

…Jessica’s Italian, so why not. Or at least part Italian. This was the beginning of a fun shoot a few years back on the Upper West side of New York City…

This is a lovely video of a charming, smiley woman, who has a beautiful body to go with what seems like a winning personality, and just a hint of shyness. I’m very envious.

Milo Moiré at the Museum of Art and Culture

Standard

Milo Moiré is the famous nude artist, and this video shows her walking around “The Naked Life exhibition at the Museum of Art and Culture in Münster.

As the blurb says:

Milo and the baby looked at the nudes in the exhibition and, because of their own nakedness, became a part of it.

It helps that she’s an amazingly beautiful woman, of course.