“I saw a guy whose friends seem to be treating him badly, so I thought I’d lift him up the pecking order with a bit of company.”
Mr Popular
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Riding Home Naked
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At the start of the day, if someone had suggested that I’d complete the car journey home naked then I would have thought they were mad, but sometimes a situation just presents itself. In truth, I think if it hadn’t happened that day then it would have happened soon enough.
As I sat there, my hands behind the headrest, my back arched away from the seat, and with my eyes closed as I enjoyed the sensations washing over my body, I felt Tony’s hand slide further between my legs. I parted them slightly by way of invitation. Bringing a gasp, his finger touch my clitoris. I let out a sigh and hoped that he’d read my body language as an indication not to stop. Thankfully he read the sign correctly and his hand pressed more firmly, rubbing gently up and down, seemingly absent-mindedly as he concentrated on the road ahead.
I pushed my pelvis up and into his hand as much as I was able to and with each stroke I was becoming more removed from the world and more focussed on Tony’s hand and the pleasure I felt. I wondered if I should ask him to stop, but that was not what I wanted and, with faster and faster movements, I found myself groaning, and then panting frantically as I reached a climax. His hand stayed firmly on me as I pushed myself up and down against him, no longer able to control my own movements.
Finally, with a long shudder, I collapsed down and back into the seat. My eyes were still closed, and I felt Tony’s hand move back up to the top of my thigh. After a minute I opened my eyes and Tony looked over and smiled. I pulled at the seatbelt and leant over to kiss him on the cheek.
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I Enjoy Being Naked
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“Thank you,” I said with a smile, and she appeared to relax a little. “Now, you know what we’re here to talk about, and this is a qualitative study, meaning I won’t be asking for statistics or taking tests, I just want to know about your experiences.” She nodded again. What I’d said wasn’t entirely true as some aspects of my study would be measurable, but I wasn’t going to be running tests on Melissa.
“Now, to cut to the chase,” I continued, feeling that momentum was on my side, “You’re here because you… you enjoy the sensation of being naked. In front of people.”
She tilted her head as if she was thinking about the answer. I wasn’t sure why: it was the only reason she was here in the first place. But I knew that hearing your most personal secret put into words for the first time was not an easy thing to process.
“Well, I…” Melissa started. I nodded to urge her to continue. “Well, I guess, yes.”
She took a deep breath, as if somehow the admission was a major step forward. Personally, I felt no judgement towards her, neither good nor bad; I’d been studying this and similar subjects for long enough that they had become quite commonplace to me.
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Hitting Their Targets
“On a drunken night out I gave my team some very rash promises of what I’d do if they hit their targets. Now I was scared what I’d have to do if they hit the next one.”
Love That Cannot Be
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©Dmitry Borisov
The Reverend Mother awoke early as usual. She had come to a decision in the night: Sister Sarah had seemed thoroughly submissive the previous day and, although she wanted to break her spirit, she didn’t want to destroy her entirely. As a reward for her good behaviour, she would end her punishment a day early.
She took Sarah’s habit from the locked cupboard and marched towards her room. If she arrived before the alarm went then Sarah could re-join her Sisters in wearing the habit from now on, assuming she continued to behave herself.
She lifted the latch to Sarah’s room and pushed the door open, and then dropped the item of clothing to the floor when she saw the two young nuns, still sleeping, one naked and one in a nightdress, their limbs intertwined on the narrow bed.
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Showing The Fans Some Skin
“With each performance my confidence grew and my outfits shrank, until I decided I’d give the fans exactly what they really wanted to see.”
Playing With Passion
“There was something about Rachmaninoff’s piano music that always made me horny.”
Feel The Softness
“I had the best skin cream in the business, and a hands-on demonstration had proven a guaranteed sales method.”
Wait For Me
“I undressed her slowly. I touched her gently. Then I told her to wait for me.”
Directions Anyone?
“I thought it would be fun to get naked at the beach party and dance the night away. What was less fun was having my clothes taken then getting lost on the way back to the hotel.”
Kara Bryn 