Exhibitionist Diary – Saturday 29th February 2020


I guess getting home early enough last night meant I could still make it out for the park run today. And the weather was so bad! I’m quite proud of myself for doing it, and even Mel looked like a bit of a drowned rat in the rain!

Mel told me that she expected a rehearsal of my routine on Monday, so I’ve spent this afternoon practicing. I really don’t know why I’m doing it now. It’s like a dream, or someone else agreed to it.

Nothing back from Ellie yet. Also, this extra day in February leap year thing is weird!

Getting Used To It


“It took a while but we were finally used to a nude housemate. Then we’d forget that it wasn’t the way everyone saw her and dinner guests would have to get over their shock too.”

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 27th February 2020


I spent the whole of today either working or day-dreaming about Saturday night. I haven’t heard anything from Mark, and I’ve no idea how I’d contact Ana (apart from the Belarusian embassy!), and I’ve absolutely no idea what the protocol is around threesomes! Was that the only one? Are they going to call me again? Do they just pick up random women all the time? And maybe men too?

So much to think about.

The Painted Lady



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.

Read the rest of Dressed In Tattoos, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts