Month: October 2018

A Forbidden Dream

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“Theresa’s head appeared through the small gap. Her eyes went wide as she caught sight of Sarah lying prone and naked on the bed, her hands wrapped around the metal bed head and her coverings on the floor. In the dim moonlight that came through the...

Theresa’s head appeared through the small gap. Her eyes went wide as she caught sight of Sarah lying prone and naked on the bed, her hands wrapped around the metal bed head and her coverings on the floor. In the dim moonlight that came through the window she could make out a thin film of sweat on her beautiful, smooth skin. She looked small and vulnerable and Theresa wanted to comfort her, but also to take things wherever they might lead. But instead of doing either of these things she stood in the doorway and adopted an innocent expression.

“Another dream?” Theresa said. Sarah nodded. At least she hadn’t asked if it was a bad dream, because it had been a very good one and Sarah was not going to lie to her. “Do you want company for a while?”

Sarah shook her head. “I’m fine,” she said, although part of her did crave some company, especially after her ostracism had denied it to her for much of the day. But she was too embarrassed to accept Theresa’s help.

“Just knock if you need anything,” Theresa said with a smile, more than a little disappointed that she hadn’t been invited in. Well, she thought, at least that fantasy was nipped at the bud if nothing else.

Read the rest of the story in The Rules of the Convent

Lost In The Moment

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ode2odd: “Lisa Alisa ” “How could it be, she thought, that she was standing topless in a nightclub, and not a single person was even looking at her? She massaged her breasts with her hands, enjoying the feeling of her nipples pressing into her palms,...

How could it be, she thought, that she was standing topless in a nightclub, and not a single person was even looking at her? She massaged her breasts with her hands, enjoying the feeling of her nipples pressing into her palms, the soft flesh beneath yielding beneath her. The sensation was exquisite.

“You’re free,” Pareia whispered, talking directly to the nymph spirit.

Helena, no longer in any kind of control, felt her fingers slip into the waistband of her knickers. She wanted to stop herself, but more than that she wanted to continue. She pushed the delicate fabric downwards. She felt it slide over her skin and onto the floor to pool around her heels. She took a step backwards from her pile of clothes, her hands running uncontrollably over her naked body. She had never felt so aroused. She had never before even worn a short skirt in public, yet here she was naked in a crowded club. And still, although there were glances in her direction, no-one’s gaze lingered.

“What’s happening to me?” she asked herself, but this time Pareia felt no need to reply. The spirit inside her, so long locked up, kept her hands moving, her arousal building all the time.

“Sit back,” Pareia told her, the nymph spirit now hearing the commands directly and no longer as suggestions from Helena’s subconscious. Helena did as she was told and perched on the stool behind her.

Her hands caressed her breasts, moved down across her stomach, along the tops of her thighs and then, slowly, inwards and upwards, now between her legs, until her finger touched her clitoris. She almost let out a yelp, but that would surely break the spell surrounding her.

Read the rest of Helena and Pareia, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts

Exhibitionist Diary: Sun 21st October 2018

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What is it about where I live? I looked out of the back window and in one of the gardens that backs onto mine there was a woman standing there smoking a fag in nothing but her underwear. I reckon she’s in her thirties, and basically didn’t seem to care less who could see her. I feel such a wimp that I’m terrified about doing even half that!

So I went and got half-dressed into my underwear (which felt weird after a week without it) and went back to the kitchen, but by that time she was gone. I was disappointed that nobody had seen my moment of bravery so I went into the front room but then I saw someone in the flat opposite and in a fit of panic dropped to my knees and crawled out of the room so they couldn’t see me.

Exhibitionist Diary: Sat 20th October 2018

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Lovely weather today! I wore my shorter skirt – the one I’d gotten two weeks ago – and a low cut top, and it felt totally amazing to the tube and feeling so free. Although I didn’t dare sit down as the skirt pulls up just above the knee then.

And I discovered a totally new buzz: shopping for clothes without any underwear! I was completely naked in the changing room as I tried things on, and I could even see through to the rest of the store down the gap at the edge of the curtain. I tried on so many things, and bought more than I should… my credit card can take it, and I get paid at the end of next week.

Exhibitionist Diary: Thu 18th October 2018

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I’m pretty sure Matthew worked out I wasn’t wearing a bra today! I was at my desk with just a normal blouse on, but the thing is that I’ve gotten so used to fiddling with my buttons that I was doing exactly that when he appeared beside me. I saw where his eyes went as I spun on my chair, and then he made as if he was looking at a spot two feet above my head! It was hilarious! And as I was talking to him I didn’t even do the button back up, because I couldn’t work out how. This has been the best day so far!

Exhibitionist Diary: Wed 17th October 2018

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I felt like I had to make up for yesterday so I went all-in: v-neck blouse and nothing underneath. But I took my cardigan with me just in case.

Ha asked me where I got the blouse and I felt very self-conscious as she peered at it, half expecting her to point and shout “you’re not wearing a bra!” Obviously she didn’t do that, and I told her where I’d gotten it. She promised that if she bought one it would be a different colour so we wouldn’t come into the office wearing the same thing.