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I know, I know… I haven’t written anything for a long time. There has been a pandemic on, you know?

It’s actually not true that I haven’t written anything, but I certainly haven’t published anything. You’ve got me there.

I’ve also been rather lax about sending out passwords to my exclusive stories, so instead of catching up with the backlog I’ve removed the password field entirely.

Yup – now you can read everything on this site without having to type in that pesky password. That’s nearly 20 bits of writing you can now get at without doing anything more than clicking the link.

So it’s not quite the same as a beautiful naked lady on your desk, but if reading my words on your screen do anything for you then I hope it tides you over until that beautiful naked lady does arrive. Or at least until I get around to finishing one of my works-in-progress, whichever arrives first.

Seriously Sexy Secret Santa – A New Short Story

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I’ve written my first (very) short story for a few months, and it’s up in the Exclusive Stories section of my website. It’s called Seriously Sexy Secret Santa and… well, it’s only short so I don’t want to spoil it. But imagine a world where office parties can still happen, it’s your last day, and you want to leave an impression.

And what else might Santa wear beneath his costume? Nobody knows for sure that he isn’t in white stockings with red bows around the tops, but within the next five minutes everybody I’ve worked with for the past three years will know that that’s exactly what Seriously Sexy Secret Santa wears.

If you don’t have access you can fill out the form at the bottom of this page and within a few days I’ll send you a password.

I hope the story brings bit of fun to the end of a difficult year.

Like A New Woman – Part 4

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The fourth and (possibly) final part of “Like a New Woman” is up in Exclusive Stories section. You can read the first part here.

And if you don’t have the password, you can get one by filling out the form on the story’s page.

Like A New Woman – Part 4

I still wasn’t sure about this idea, but Cassie seemed pretty convinced, and she could be pretty persuasive when she tried. And boy had she tried.

“I thought we could just order in,” I said to Ellie emerged from the shower, a white towel wrapped around her body.

“You don’t want to go out?” she asked, and with a carefree attitude that would have been unthinkable just a few months ago she unpeeled the towel and began to dry herself, her breasts shaking as she tousled her long, dark hair.

“We can have more fun in,” I said, slinking behind her and wrapping my arms around her body. She twisted around to face me and I felt her warmth against me as the moisture on her skin soaked into my shirt.

“Maybe we can stay in,” she said, “And since you’re wearing a shirt, shall I get dressed up?” I smiled and shook my head.

“No need for you to get dressed, is there?” I said, feeling her narrow waist in my hands as she arched herself into me. Her nipples were hard as they pressed into my chest. “How about those shoes you bought last week? And those earrings I got you for your birthday?” She leant towards me and kissed me on the cheek.

“We’ll see,” she said. She uncoiled her arms from around me and stepped back to return to drying her hair.

I pulled a light dinner jacket from my wardrobe and slipped it over my shoulders as I left the room. If Ellie went along with this then I wanted to make it as much fun as possible.

I could only stare as Ellie joined me ten minutes later. She was wearing her new red stilettoes, the silver and amber earrings I had gotten her for her birthday, and a matching silver and amber necklace she had long owned. But that was all she was wearing, and she was beautiful.

Read the rest of the story here

Like A New Woman – Part 3

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The third part of “Like a New Woman” is out! Like the others, find it in Exclusive Stories. You can read the first part here.

And if you don’t have the password, you can get one by filling out the form on the story’s page.

Like A New Woman – Part 3

“You were so keen to meet,” Cassie said, “That you must have something interesting to tell.”

“Well,” I said, leaning over the coffee table. Cassie did the same. “We went to see this film.”

“Wait… back up… what was Ellie wearing?”

I shrugged. “Nothing special. Trousers and a blouse.”

“And underwear?” I nodded.

“I think so anyway.”

“This isn’t living up to the previous stories,” Cassie said.

“Shush, or I won’t tell you.” Cassie mimed zipping her mouth again, and again I knew it was only a temporary silence. “So it was some arty Hungarian film called ‘Free Fall’.”

“I’ve not heard of it.”

“Neither have I. But Ellie had read about it. It was something about someone jumping from a roof of a block of flats and then there are a bunch of stories based around all the floors they pass as they fall.”

“It sounds grim.”

“Well, it was a little, but you sort of forgot about the falling bit because it was the stories that mattered.

“I see. Well, not really, but carry on.”

“Anyway, Ellie was sat beside me with our hands intertwined.”

“How romantic.”

“Shush. And we were just watching the stories. Or rather watching and reading, since it was all subtitles. And one of the stories was this thing about a woman who’s at a party, but she’s the only one naked, and standing in the corner with nothing but shoes on and a purse over her shoulder, and everyone’s just ignoring her. Or at least ignoring that she’s naked, but mainly they’re ignoring her too.”

“Was it hot?”

“Yeah. And she was pretty hot. And Ellie must have thought so too as her fingers were gripping mine tightly throughout.”

“And that was it?”

“Wait. On the way back home we talked about the stories, and soon enough we got to that story. And Ellie said ‘I can’t believe how brave that actress was, to stand around in the nude with all those people in suits and dresses.'”

Cassie looked at me intently, and I think she was still judging whether this story was worthy of her attention or not.

“And I said I thought actresses were probably used to it. And Ellie said it must be pretty amazing to be able to experience that without anyone thinking they were weird.” Cassie’s eyebrows nearly shot off the top of her head. “She said she wondered if it felt like it did when she had dreams like that.”

“And what did you say?” Cassie asked.

“I didn’t know what to say.”

“That figures.”

“Anyway, Ellie was doing enough talking. She said it was a shame you couldn’t just do it, to see what it was like, because everyone would probably run a mile thinking you were completely mad.”

“Oh god I would not run a mile if someone did that. Especially if Ellie did that.”

“Me neither.”

“And I said it helped that she was a very pretty actress and Ellie said, ‘Oh, right, forget I was there, did you?’. And I said ‘Not at all. But it was kind of attention grabbing.’ And she didn’t seem so happy about that and said. ‘Sometimes I wonder if you’d even notice if I walked around naked all the time.’ And again I didn’t know what to say.”

“If that ever happens, can you give me a call so I can come round?” I smiled, both imagining the scene, and I was also glad that Cassie was suddenly more interested in this story.

Read the rest of the story here

Like A New Woman – Part 2

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The second part of “Like a New Woman” is available now in my Exclusive Stories section. You can read the first part here.

And if you don’t have the password, you can get one by filling out the form on the story’s page.

Like A New Woman – Part 2

“So,” Cassie asked, peering over her coffee cup, “Any more ‘adventures’?”

I could hear the air quotes around “adventures” and I knew exactly what kind of “adventures” she was asking about.

“Well…” I began. She put her cup down and leant forwards. “But I’m not sure I should tell you.”

“You should! You should!” she urged.

I laughed, wanting to hold out on her for a little longer but unable to in the face of her obvious interest.

“Okay, okay!” I paused for effect and sipped my coffee. It felt incredibly mischievous to be talking about these things in the middle of a crowded café at this time of day.

“Tell me!” Cassie instructed earnestly. Or perhaps pleaded is more the word I should use.

“After that first time,” I began.

“With the boots.”

“I’m glad you remember.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget, and I wasn’t even there.” I smiled: I’d never forget.

“Anyway, after the first time, it was as if nothing had happened.”

“You mean you didn’t talk about it?” I shook my head.

“Ellie seemed so embarrassed after we’d had sex and she was splayed out on the floor with those thigh-high boots on. I didn’t want to bring it up.”

“Your relationship is weird,” Cassie said, “If I want something, I just tell Amber. ‘Touch me here.’ ‘Lick me there.’ etc. You get the picture.”

I was lost in thought for a second; I very much got the picture.

“I can’t imagine all the things you two are repressing,” she continued, “Or perhaps, maybe I can, now that we’ve seen this side to Ellie.”

“Do you want to hear what happened or not?”

“Sorry! Very much so.” She mimed a zipping motion over her mouth, but I had a better chance of ending up in bed with her than I had of keeping her quiet when sex was the topic of conversation.

“So, we were going to go out, and I had trousers and a shirt on.”

“Good effort.”

“Thank you.”

“And Ellie?”

“She was nowhere near ready. But she was standing in front of the wardrobe, completely starkers again, but wearing those little stilettoes you said you like.”

“Oh yes. They’re gorgeous. And Ellie has great legs.” I smiled: I knew that very well.

“But that’s not like Ellie, just to stand around in the nude while I’m in the room.”

“Oh, right. For me it’s pretty normal. Not you, obviously. Amber.” I’d love to see that, but the chance of it was pretty much zero.

“Well, it’s not normal for Ellie. And she was staring into the wardrobe, just her earrings sparkling and her skin glowing.”

“And instead of going out you banged her right there and then?”

“You know, if that was all that happened do you think it would make an interesting story.”

“Perhaps not. But it’s what I’d do.”

“It crossed my mind, I tell you. And I was sat on the edge of the bed looking at her, and my trousers were feeling a bit tight by then…”

“I have no interest in the contents of your trousers, neither for the purposes of this story nor for any other purposes.”

“Yeah, I know…” It sounded more wistful than I intended. I remembered a long time back when I’d made an inept attempt at a pass at Cassie, and she’d said something along the lines of being so not interested that she could feel her fanny shrinking just at the thought of it. I never tried again.

“So,” Cassie continued, brushing aside the awkward moment as she always had so easily, “What did you do?”

“It was more what Ellie did,” I said.

“And?”

“Well… she was staring into the wardrobe, as I said, and she asked me what I thought she should wear.” I paused and Cassie stared at me, waiting for me to continue. “So I just ‘you look pretty great like that’.”

“I bet she did.”

“She really did. And she turned and looked at me and said ‘only pretty good?’ And I said ‘okay, pretty amazing’.” She really did look amazing.

“‘That’s slightly better’ she said, ‘But I’m not sure the restaurant would let me in like this.’ And I was lost for words for a minute, because Ellie’s not really the flirting type.”

Read the rest of the story here

Like A New Woman – Part 1

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I’ve written a little four-part story called “Like a New Woman“. All four parts will be added to my Exclusive Stories section, with a little teaser below.

And if you don’t have the password and want to read the rest, you can get one by filling out the form on the story’s page.

Like A New Woman – Part 1

“I couldn’t say who was more surprised: me or her,” I told Cassie.

“I see what you mean,” Cassie said, looking at me with wide eyes, “And she was completely starkers?”

I looked around the café to check nobody was listening in on our very intimate conversation.

“Apart from the boots. I didn’t even know she had them. Black leather, right up to her thighs.”

“This might be too much information, but you’re making me wet now.”

I laughed: Cassie was one of my oldest friends, and if it wasn’t for her being a through-and-through lesbian I would have loved for her to have been more than that. I sometimes forgot it, though, when I was telling her about my own relationship. Plus she’d always had a bit of a soft spot for my wife.

“And what did she say?” Cassie asked.

“She said: ‘What are you doing home?'” Cassie laughed. “She obviously wasn’t expecting me back.”

“Obviously. And what did you say.”

“I told her I left work early.”

“That explains it then. And how did she explain standing naked in leather boots in front of the mirror?”

“She didn’t. She just ran her fingers through her hair and said ‘I haven’t worn these for ages. I wanted to see if they still fit.’ I looked her up and down and said ‘They look great.'”

“I bet they did,” she agreed. I grinned at Cassie as I remembered how she had looked: long dark hair, smooth, fair skin and somehow the boots made her look more naked than I had ever seen her before.

“The thing is, it was so out of character that I didn’t really know what to say. I couldn’t come straight out and ask.”

“You could have.”

“Well, yeah, I could. But I didn’t. I was tempted to bang her right there and then in the hallway.”

“An excellent choice as well.”

“I know. Maybe I should have. But I thought I’d have a bit of fun, and if she wasn’t going to explain why she was nude, who was I to ask? So I said ‘If you’ve got your boots on, I thought we’d go out for a drink.'”

Read the rest of the story here

Naked Crowd Surfing – An ENF Short Story

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I was inspired by the video below to write a little story about being stripped whilst crowd surfing. Now, before you get your hopes up, the girl in this video doesn’t get anything taken off, but it’s pretty hot all the same.

Obviously, in my story things go a little further… It’s intended as a bit of fun and some pure escapism. I’m sure if it ever happened it would be nothing short of terrifying, but as a fantasy it’s quite exquisite.

You can read the whole story in my Exclusive Stories section, for which you’ll need your password. And if you don’t have a password, then you’ll need to sign up to get one!

Here’s a little teaser of the story:

Crowd Surfing

Have you ever been out with someone who’s just a bit too much of a gentleman? Yes, I know that’s a rarity and I should thank my lucky stars, but the problem with Martin was that even after three dates he still didn’t seem to realise that I fancied him like crazy.

“Thanks for bringing me, Martin,” I said, looking away from the stage for a second and smiling at him. He had lovely grey-blue eyes and an odd mixture of confidence and shyness. He wasn’t at all like the guys I used to date; the big dumb blonds, as I thought of them now. I just wished he had a little of their, shall we say, forthrightness? With them, if I escaped a first date without a hand on my boob I considered myself fortunate. With Martin I was lucky if I saw even the idea of a goodnight kiss flash across his face before nerves got the better of him.

It was my first music festival, and a beautiful summer’s day with it. I wished we’d bought tickets for the whole weekend, and if Martin had any sense he’d have suggested sharing a tent. I’d even have said yes to sharing a sleeping bag, but I doubt he’d ever be so bold as to ask.

And before you ask, I wasn’t just desperate to sleep with him because I’d had a couple of beers; at the start of the day I’d already decided that, one way or another, I was going to find out if he actually found me attractive or not. I’d even planned to start the day with a not-so-accidental towel drop, but when I’d told Martin I wasn’t ready he’d waited out on the street. I just hoped that skinny jeans and a sleeveless top was sexy enough for him, and I guess I’ll have to find another way to get naked before the day was out. I’ve even deployed the wireless pullover bra in case Martin had no idea how to undo a clasp.

My train of fantasy was interrupted by two guys lifting a young woman into the air in front of me. I was about to complain about blocking the view to the band when she fell back towards us and I automatically lifted my hands to stop her.

More hands joined, and the next I knew it we were pushing her over our heads as she stretched her arms above her. She seemed to glide effortlessly over the tops of the crowd, sometimes twisting and rolling, progressing slowly on a meandering path across the park.

Hands grabbed at her and she let out a shriek. She moved her arms to her side and gripped her t-shirt as someone became over-enthusiastic about the presence of a young woman’s body and tried to lift her top.

“Woah!” I said involuntarily. Martin had seen it too and his eyes were wide.

As I looked back at the girl her arms were above her head again, and more hands had pushed her t-shirt high enough to expose her stomach. She didn’t seem to mind, having found a level of exposure that she was comfortable with. Other hands tugged at her jeans and she shrieked again and grabbed her belt.

Read the rest here.

Ladies Day – A Free ENF Story

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I wrote this Ladies Day a long time ago for Indian Outlaw’s Stripping Naked Story Board. I’ve recently been collating stories the I posted on other websites and re-posting them here, and Ladies Day has been added to the collection.

It’s a story of an aristocratic English woman with a rather dangerous addiction to betting on horse races. The introduction below is just a teaser and you can read the rest in my Exclusive Stories section. Sign-up is free and I’ll send you the password.

Kara

Ladies Day – An Extract

“But where was I… Oh yes. You see, I gave Mishka lots of pieces of paper with different horse names written on them this afternoon, and she has distributed them to many of the ladies attending today. Some have ignored them, some have placed bets and won, never to return, and some have lost at the first or second bet. Lady Jessica was satisfied to wager her jacket and she left with some of my money, but unfortunately I could not entice her to make a second bet.”

That part of it made sense to Lady Jane. Jess had won money and her jacket back and had sensibly stopped there.

“And then there was Lady Fortnum, who is now without a jacket. That one will soon be hanging in Mishka’s wardrobe. Unfortunately, I did not guess the winner correctly and so, having been given an incorrect tip, she was not drawn to place another bet.

“Then Lady… what was her name Mishka?”

“Lady Porchester,” Mishka replied in an accent that was even thicker than Sergey’s.

“Yes, Lady Porchester… Her jacket is now very tightly buttoned as she was willing to stake her blouse on a second wager, although unfortunately no more. Oh how I wish she had been wearing a… what is it you call it?… a bolero rather than a jacket. But unfortunately her state of undress is not apparent at a glance, and she retained her bra in any case. Perhaps if I had been lucky with the horse I had chosen for her second bet she would have taken a third and we would have seen a bit more.” Sergey shrugged with a wistful look on his face.

You can read all of Ladies Day here. As with all the Exclusive Stories, you’ll need your password to access the story, and if you don’t have one then fill out the form below with your e-mail address and either a real name or an alias you’d like me to use:





Halloween At The Old Hospital – An ENF Short Story

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This is one of the stories that I wrote for a new ENF short story collection to follow up Naked Women in Shorts, but since it’s not going to make it into the final book I thought I’d publish it in my Exclusive Stories section. It could do with a continuation or a follow-up, I think, but inspiration didn’t strike.

I hope you like it anyway,

Kara

Halloween At The Old Hospital

“So… this used to be a hospital,” Lily asked Daniela.

“Yup,” replied Daniela, “Why do you think I’m wearing this outfit?”

Daniela struck a pose for Lily, showing off her nurse’s outfit. Although, of course, the “nurse’s outfit” wasn’t one you’d see in any genuine hospital. It was strapless, showing off Daniela’s delicate, smooth shoulders; it was very short, showing off her long, slim legs; and it had a large, prominent zip all the way down the front, undone by just a couple of inches to reveal an inviting cleavage. She wore white stilettos and white stockings that came nowhere near as high as the bottom of the dress.

“I assumed you were just dressed as a tart,” Lily teased her, “Like usual”. Daniela poked her tongue out.

“Well, at least some of us have some imagination,” Daniela teased back.

Lily had come dressed as a witch. But, like Daniela, she was no traditional witch. She had a short black, figure-hugging dress with a low neckline, sheer black tights and tall, black heels. About the only clue she was a witch was the large pointy hat on her head. It would be a cliché, but true, to say that she already had many men bewitched that evening.

“And coming to a party in an old hospital dressed as a nurse is original?” Lily replied, “Did you know, apparently this was a Victorian mental hospital, and I’m really not sure whether you’re supposed to be dressed as a member of staff or a patient.”

Daniela smiled at her friend’s joke.

“Hey, girls!” they heard a voice behind them. It was Becky, who had been busy leading men astray dressed as Catwoman in a black one-piece catsuit with a zip down the front, complete with mask, cat ears and a whip.

“Have you seen the bed they’ve got here?” Becky continued, “Apparently we can have a go on it.”

The old hospital was a tourist attraction by day, and some of the more robust installations had been left out to enhance the atmosphere of the party. And at thirty pounds a ticket, not including drinks, you’d expect there to be at least a little theme to the place.

“Trust you to want a go on a bed!” Lily teased her.

“Not like that!” Becky protested, “C’mon. Let’s get some photos.”

She led them through the crowd, all eyes following the three attractive women as they traversed the room and disappeared through a doorway. They entered a semi-lit room with a large hospital bed in the centre, complete with wrist and leg straps.

You can read all of Halloween At The Old Hospital. As with all the Exclusive Stories, you’ll need your password to access the story, and if you don’t have one then fill out the form below with your e-mail address and either a real name or an alias you’d like me to use:





ENF Story: The Empty Flight

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I’ve posted a new ENF short story in the Exclusive Stories section called The Empty Flight. What would you do if a beautiful woman came and sat across the aisle from you, and it turned out that she had a habit of, shall we say, expressing herself in her sleep? Would you wake her before things got too far?

“I’m probably going to fall asleep,” she said, “But can you do me a favour?”

“Sure,” I said, eager to please. I guessed she’d want me to watch her bag, although if anything went missing then with the small number of people on the plane it wouldn’t be the hardest whodunit in the world to solve.

“I sometimes get a bit… active in my sleep. Arm waving and stuff…” She glanced at the floor and bit her lip a little. She was so cute. I might just spend the whole flight watching her sleep instead of reading my book, I thought, and then realised that, yes, I really was a weirdo.

“Anyway,” she continued, looking back at me, “If I do, can you wake me up?”

“Erm, okay,” I said. I didn’t like waking anyone, and it would mean touching her, I was sure, and no matter how I did that I was sure to do it wrong. I couldn’t touch her leg, and her arms were bare so that would mean touching skin… I bet it would feel smooth and soft. It looked like it would feel smooth and soft. I tried not to stare.

“Thanks”, she said, “I’ll likely just drift off again. I just don’t want to get too deep and start having vivid dreams.” She glanced down at the floor again. What was she scared of?

You can read all of The Empty Flight from the beginning here. As with all the Exclusive Stories, you’ll need your password to access the story, and if you don’t have one then fill out the form below with your e-mail address and either a real name or an alias you’d like me to use: