“What on earth possessed me to strip naked during dessert? And where did I leave my clothes?”
Model: Maria Lipina
Photographer: Dmitry Lobanov
“You’re awake!” she said with a smile. She pushed the door open and skipped over to sit on the side of the bed. She was, of course, still naked. I instinctively held the duvet tight over my chest to cover myself, and then realised just how silly a gesture that was. Natasha saw it and smiled.
“Did you sleep well?” she asked.
“Like a log,” I replied.
“Good. Well, if you want to sleep a bit more you’re welcome to.” I shook my head; it felt a bit thick-headed, but not sleepy. “But there’s a shower through there,” Natasha indicated a door that must lead to an en-suite, “And I’ve put a toothbrush and washgear in there for you. And a razor, if you need it. Take your time. And there’s a bathrobe on the back of the door too.” That was a nice gesture; I didn’t want to have to get into my tight dress right after a shower.
“I’ll be around somewhere when you’re ready,” Natasha continued. “No rush,” she emphasised and then turned to leave. I watched her lean, naked, colourfully painted buttocks as she retreated out of the room.
“It seemed the logical step that a display of nudes should be presented by the artist, also nude.”
“Well,” she said, and Tina handed her a shiny, silver chain, around three or four feet long, “When I said ‘something to wear’, you may have misinterpreted me.” Her hands returned to my neck with the chain and I felt her fumbling. Then we she lowered her hands, the chain was still between her fingers, but I realised that the other end was attached to me. More specifically: it was attached to the collar around my neck. The long chain hung between us and Lisa stepped back, taking up some of the slack. I was still staring at her, my mouth open.
“So, anyway,” she said, watching my reaction carefully, “Something to wear…” She tailed off, waving the chain back and forth, her fingers holding a thin leather loop at the other end. I felt its movement translated through a gentle tugging of my neck from one side to the other.
‘Something to wear’ was not the same as ‘an outfit’. She had never said ‘an outfit’. I felt suddenly angry at her that she had misled me, but I couldn’t really pinpoint where.
“But…” I started to say. But I can’t stand around like this.
Lisa stepped towards me and cut me off, speaking quietly and softly. “Most people are already here,” she said, “So…” She stepped back again: so there was no need for me to embarrassed, she didn’t need to say, because everyone had already seen me like this.
That wasn’t the point, but I couldn’t think straight.
I looked around the room: there were half a dozen more people here than last time I had counted, and I knew none of them. In a way, Lisa was right: it couldn’t get any worse. Could it?
I took a deep breath and took another sip of gin and tonic.
“I need to say hello to some people,” Lisa said, seemingly having decided that my fate was settled. “Here,” she said, handing the end of the chain, my chain, to Adam, “You two should get on just fine.”
I felt myself suddenly awkward again. Adam held the chain with a wry smile on his lips and I didn’t know what to say. I guess, if I could pick anyone in the room, if I were to choose who would be holding a leash with me on the end, then Adam would be my choice. The tingle between my legs fired again.
I’m very excited to be able to share details of my forthcoming book, titled The Naked Girl Across The Street. Told from the perspective of a 25-year-old graphic designer called Mike, it charts his relationship with the girl in the apartment opposite, from voyeurism to something more intimate, and how he balances this with his growing interest in a work colleague named Alice.
Here’s a little teaser:
She began to unbutton her blouse. Yup, you heard that right: she began to unbutton her blouse. There was no way I was looking at my screen now. Her actions were hurried and she didn’t once look across the street. I guessed her curtains must be closing any second when she realised what she was doing and I had to imprint this moment on my memory while I had the chance.
She pulled the blouse off of her arms and tossed it onto the bed. I licked my lips as I stared across at her. Okay, from this distance she was only really a shape in a white bra and grey skirt, but my imagination was filling in plenty of detail.
She pushed her skirt down over her hips. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but she made such gorgeous shapes as she wriggled out of it. She had rather nice legs. They looked good from here anyway.
She reached behind her back and my heart was pounding as she began to fiddle with the clasp of her bra. As she fumbled she began to walk, and I let out a deep breath as she disappeared into another room. Damn: show’s over.
Or so I thought, as she reappeared in the sitting room, with her bra in her hand. She dropped it onto a piece of furniture. I wished I had better eyesight, because if her breasts were anything like I imagined them to be then she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
As she pushed her underwear down her thighs I slowly folded down the screen of my laptop, not wanting to make a movement that would attract attention but also not wanting for her to look up and suddenly see me staring across at her naked body. Her. Naked. Body. It still sounds good to say it.
It’s got some fantastic steamy scenes, but I won’t spoil it by revealing them now. I’m hoping to have it available around the beginning of November, so keep your eyes peeled.
Patreon supporters have three preview chapters to read already and will be receive electronic copies before it goes on general sale. So why not take the opportunity to become a supporter now? It’s cheap, you can pledge anonymously, and as well as my eternal gratitude you’ll receive copies of my previous books.
Plus, there are preview chapters from my forthcoming CFNM short stories. I try to post something new there monthly and my supporters have already made some great suggestions that I’ve incorporated into stories.
There are still a few edits to work through but I’ll post here when The Naked Girl Across The Street joins the rest of my stable on Amazon.
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?
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: