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

Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 24th February 2020


It was weird with Mel tonight. I think my Saturday night adventures have given me some new kind of confidence, which weirdly manifested itself in being ultra submissive.

It was accounts night, and there wasn’t a lot to do. I wasn’t in the yoke this week but was tied at the ankles, knees and wrists again. I sort of wanted to tell Mel about Saturday, but I also wanted to keep it a secret, as if it gave me some power over her. (As if she cared!)

But I was finished catching up in about twenty minutes, so I called to her and asked if there was anything else I could do for her. Anything at all. Obviously, somehow in my mind the fact that I’d now finally had sex with a member of the same sex I was ready to do the same for anyone and everyone. And especially Mel.

Well, she didn’t quite take me up on the offer, because she said if there wasn’t any accounting to be done then I’d have to pay for my life-coaching another way. I had sex on my mind, but she, it seems, had ironing.

So that’s what I did, with my knees and ankles and wrists tied I tried to iron. The board was set up in the middle of Mel’s sitting room and she sat there at a laptop typing away as I, naked and barely able to move, struggled through her clothes.

It was slow going, but it was a remarkably effective turn-on.

Still, I was pretty much kicked out as soon as it was over as she said she was going to meet Jason. I hadn’t heard word of him for a while so I guess that answers one question.

It was a strange evening.