“They said they didn’t mind me hanging around with them, as long as I knew my place.”
Knowing My Place
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The Women You Meet On The Train
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“Been a tough year, more like,” she answered. Now she had my attention, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. “They make us wear all this,” she looked down at herself and I followed her gaze, right down to her elegant, shapely legs and the bright red shoes on her feet. “And we all know it’s just to keep the men occupied gawping at us on the flight.” I could see why that would happen.
She suddenly stood in front of me, feet together, one leg slightly bent at the knee and her hand on her hip. “They just make us look ridiculous.”
I looked her up and down again: she looked like a dream come true, but I didn’t think saying so would help. Nor was I about to agree that she looked ridiculous.
“This jacket is always pinching at the waist,” she continued, and as she spoke she unfastened the single button that held it closed, shrugged it off her shoulders, slid it down her arms and held it out in front of her as if she’d found a dead rat in her kitchen. She looked at it in disgust.
“Well, screw them, and their uniform,” she said, and she threw the jacket out of the window. I watched as the wind took hold of it and it flapped into the bushes by the side of the tracks. My first thought was that it looked far too expensive a jacket to be throwing away, but then the thought was erased instantly.
Read the rest of Passed For Promotion, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
Unbuttoning For My Art
“Well, it looks like we have a winner,” she said and she started to unbutton her blouse. I watched as she unfastened one, two, three buttons. I knew she was going to go through with it.
Then, on an impulse, I reached across and touched her forearm.
“No! Wait,” I said, “I need to think.”
“No time to think,” she said, her blouse flapping open to reveal glimpses of her perfect breasts. I felt myself become rigid in my chair. “Just unbutton your dress. Or do you want me to do it?” The seductive look returned to her eyes again. That was one step I wasn’t ready for.
“No! No!” I said, rather too quickly. My hands moved quickly to my top button and unfastened it, and then the second one.
Then I paused and wondered why I was doing this. The choice wasn’t between me unbuttoning my dress or her doing it, it was between me doing it or it not happening at all.
“Fine,” Elisa said and went to push her blouse off her shoulders. I still couldn’t believe she was going to go through with it, not with nothing to gain. Nothing except the thrill, I guess.
Read the rest of The Author, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
More ENF Please
StandardI’m feeling very good inside about seeing a recommendation on the blog of fellow ENF author A.D. Rowen.
Kara Bryn is, like me, a British writer of erotica. She writes that she likes her characters “to come out of my stories with fewer clothes than they went in with”. She does some CFNM (Clothed Female/Nude Male) which isn’t my bag, but the majority of her stuff is CFNF, ENF (Embarrassed Nude Female), and some brilliant ‘Only One Naked’ scenarios. As well as her books on Amazon, she has a website with exclusive stories and an on-going series (written in the form of a blog) about a woman tentatively discovering exhibitionism.
Works of hers that might appeal to my readers are mostly her collections Just ENF and Naked Women in Shorts. Fan’s of my character Becky’s nonchalant attitude towards being naked in the company of clothed people will especially love Dressed In Tattoos from the latter compendium.
A.D. Rowen has three ENF books published (to-date), so to get a mention from someone with such a good reputation is pretty amazing. And if you like my ENF books, then I can recommend starting with Best Friends With A Naked Girl, and then moving onto the sequel Love Life of a Naked Girl.
Mr A (as I shall call him) also recommended a few more authors, some of which I’ve read and some I’ll be seeking out:
- Cammie Conte
- Jessica Tang-Von Harper
- D H Jonathan (who surely everyone already knows for The Volunteer)
- Cassie Caine (who also pops up a lot in Amazon recommendations)
- Jappio (on Literotica)
Go and read the full post and all the reasons for seeking these people out here, and support a fellow author by buying one of his books here.
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Fancy Seeing You Here
“I had finally mustered the courage to be naked around some open-minded friends, but I didn’t realise someone had invited my ex-boss along.”
Moving In
“She said I could move in, but on one condition.”
A Forbidden Dream
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That evening, back in the privacy of her own room, she locked the door, pulled her habit over her head, and admired her figure in the mirror again. She wondered: was this what normal young women did? From the articles in the magazine, it seemed that everyone was dressing to impress the opposite sex, even if they couldn’t see it.
Sarah’s sleep that night was disturbed. She dreamt of herself in the convent. Only, instead of her habit, she was wearing her sexy black underwear and stockings and she had found some high heels like the girl in the magazine photo. And then, for a reason that made no sense, suddenly she was without her underwear, and she had to stand at the front of prayer in nothing but stockings and high heels.
And then she was giving Holy Communion, with each nun in turn standing and walking towards her to take the body of Christ. But, instead of placing the communion wafer in their mouths she would place it between her own lips, and each Sister in turn would press their lips to hers and take their communion in a series of brief, or sometimes prolonged, kisses. As they leaned towards her, the rough fabric of their habits rubbed against her breasts. And with each touch and with each kiss her arousal would grow.
Read the rest of the story in The Rules of the Convent
Anything To Seal The Deal
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“Are you wearing a bra under that dress?” she asked me.
“Well, of course!” I blurted out.
“You don’t need to. Give it to me.”
“But… what? Why do you want my bra?”
“I don’t want your bra,” Elisa said, “I want you to be without it.”
“Hm,” I said, “I’d prefer it if I wasn’t without it, thank you,” I realised I sounded incredibly English.
“So you’re asking your readers to follow your character down a long path when you won’t even take a single step? Hm,” she said, as if mulling over the implications of that sentence.
Read the rest of The Author, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
Reliving Youthful Fantasies
The night was warm so Alison felt comfortable with the amount of bare skin she had exposed, but it was very unusual for her to feel the air on her stomach, let alone feeling it between her legs. Malcolm felt like the luckiest man alive, walking the streets with his beautiful wife beside him. He was as sure as he could be that Alison’s writing reflected her desires: he would never have imagined she would be happy to go out dressed so minimally nowadays, and especially with nothing on underneath. He hoped that it was arousing her as much as it was him.
They found a small restaurant and sat and ate dinner. Alison’s eyes sparkled as she relaxed, and occasionally Malcolm would reach under the table and put a hand on her knee, and then he would slide it up her thigh. Her skin was soft and yielding. He couldn’t reach quite as high as she would like, but the thought of how close he was to touching her so intimately was a turn-on for both of them.
Read the rest of Re-Kindled Desires, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF
Sticking To The Naked Plan
A few minutes later I walked back to my desk and sat with my eyes on the door to the small meeting room. My clothes were in there; I could go in, get dressed, and then it would just be something else to laugh off for a week or so. It would be a story that would be told to all the new recruits in future about how they tricked me into walking naked around the office for an hour.
But that would mean playing to their script, wouldn’t it? And I’d already left that behind when I hadn’t shrivelled into the corner at the start of the day. And besides, now I was here, it was fun, and there was more fun to be had.
So, I resolved to make it through the morning without getting my clothes back, or at least to take it an hour at a time. I was determined that I could make this whole thing work in my favour, as long as I was the one who chose how and when it ended.
Read the rest of The Naked Office, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
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