I promise to stop posting about my latest book Naked For Alessia soon. Honest. Or to stop posting about it quite so much, but in case you didn’t know what kind of story you’re in for here’s another excerpt:
I took it from her and she folded her arms over her chest and I spent a second enjoying being with a beautifully naked and slightly uncomfortable woman.
“I’ll just put these upstairs,” I said, turning and taking her clothes with me, “You make yourself at home.”
When I returned from putting her clothes in the spare room Julie was perched on a stool at our breakfast bar looking more than a little uncomfortable.
“Tea?” I asked.
“Yes, please. Do you have peppermint?”
“I do.”
Her hands were clasped together and she squirmed a little in her seat.
“So… um… is it, like, some kind of rule that someone always has to be naked in your house?” she asked. I laughed.
“Now we can go in,” she said, keen to railroad Katya and I into the bar before we could stop and think about what we were doing.
Katya looked terrified. I took her by the hand and smiled.
“This’ll be fun,” I said, feigning a lot more confidence than I felt. Because, for all my bravado at the moment, walking naked into a bar wasn’t something that even I’d done before.
We followed Giulia and Alessia down the corridor and to large doors with small circular windows in them. They held the doors open for us and we made our entrance.
I had been expecting to see scantily clad or exuberantly dressed women dancing the night away under colourful lights. I was not expecting to find a casual lounge area, a very sophisticated looking bar, and a four-piece band playing light jazz.
The drummer missed a beat as she saw us enter, and thankfully the singer was between lyrics as she had time to beam at the two naked women that had just entered the club.
You can read the rest of the story in my latest book Naked For Alessia, available on Amazon.
Only two days until Naked For Alessia is out, and this is the last of the previews I’ll be posting. It’s from a return trip to Vienna and involves a cross-town journey, on foot, and naked…
It was still light. I was very naked, and very visible. The doorman looked me up and down and was about to say something. I looked down at my phone, noted it directed me to turn left, and started to walk.
I have learned the hard way that putting your hands over your body is not conducive to moving fast, and I decided I would rather move fast than slow, even if people saw every part of me that they could ever see. It’s not like they couldn’t tell I was naked anyway.
The problem was there was only so fast I could move. These heels were just too damn tall, but I wasn’t going to stop and take them off. Getting the straps off would take more time than it’d save.
And I couldn’t even try to run. Not only was it too risky, but everything bounced, and I’d draw a lot more attention to myself.
So, phone in hand, keeping an eye on its directions, I walked as briskly as a naked woman in high heels can walk down a busy street.
At least people got out of the way. Most were on their way back from work. They stared, many stopped, some took photos. Thankfully I didn’t know enough German to understand the comments.
It was thrilling, though. It was also terrifying. All I had was my phone.
It directed me to turn left, into the park. My heels crunched on gravel. It slowed me down, but I could never have walked on it in bare feet. There were fewer people here but many commuters used it as a cut-through.
An old man on a bench said hello. I gave him a wave and smiled.
A piece of gravel worked its way between my shoe and the sole of my foot. I had to stop and fish it out. Two men in their twenties stopped in front of me and said something I didn’t understand. I looked at them and smiled, which must have looked like I was agreeing to something as one came and stood beside me as the other lined up his phone and took a photo of the two of us standing together. They laughed and said something else, but I had to get going.
It’s just under a week until Naked For Alessia is out. Here’s another short preview involving a visit to a bar in Vienna where, it seems, nudity is more than welcome.
She reached to Katya’s neck, wrapped the leather collar around it and buckled it at the back. The young woman swallowed and then put her finger to it.
“I’ve never worn one of these before,” she admitted.
“I hope this is the first of many times,” Giulia said, and she gave Katya’s thigh another squeeze. Katya sat a little straighter in her chair for a second and her chest pushed out.
“It suits you,” Alessia said, and then, turning to Giulia, “And those boots too. What did I tell you? I love a naked woman in heels.”
“She is beautiful,” Giulia agreed, “But I admit I prefer without. The more naked and helpless the better.”
Alessia smiled.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Then you can do something about it. You’re in charge.”
“Oh bella, what a night,” Giulia said to herself, and reaching down she gripped Katya’s boot by the ankle and lifted her leg towards her. With her other hand she reached behind the young Polish woman’s thigh, found the short zip that ran down to the calf, and slid it downwards. She tugged gently at the boot and Katya watched it slide off her leg, baring her foot which bobbed, still crossed over the other leg.
Giulia gripped the bare calf and lifted her leg, uncrossing it, and then performed the same operation on the other foot. Katya looked down at her boots on the floor, and at her bare feet. She put her hand to the collar around her neck, feeling its edge. It was the only thing she was wearing.
Giulia reached into her bag, still slung over her shoulder, and pulled out a thin, leather leash. She clipped it onto the hook at the front of Katya’s collar. Katya sat passively and let it happen, her submission seemingly total, and her transformation from high heeled naked seductress to vulnerable, helpless plaything was complete.
My new book, Naked For Alessia, will be out on June 19th 2025, and not only does it tell the story of the two main characters, and their encounters along the way, but there are two (long!) appendices filling out the development of some of the other cast members.
In the second appendix we find out more about Julie, the flight attendant they meet on the way back from Vienna. Here’s a little excerpt:
An idea came to her and she flipped open her laptop and began to type.
Dear Mr Breese,
I have been considering ways to boost the profile of your airline, of which I am a flight attendant, and the idea came to me that perhaps we could produce a corporate calendar? I’m sure that there are other attendants who would be happy to join me in posing naked to whatever degree necessary. Perhaps there could be two versions of such a calendar: one discreet, for publicity, and another uncensored for particular private clients.
Cc-d the marketing team.
I look forward to your thoughts,
Julie
Before she could change her mind she pressed send and a thrill ran through her. She wondered if other attendants really would join her in posing. She doubted most of them would, as the airline was small enough that she knew them, in passing at least. She was glad she was at a small enough organisation that any employee could just email the owner and CEO with ideas like this. She hoped he remembered who she was, and maybe he would already be wondering what she looked like naked. Mr Breese was a little too old for her, but he’d seemed nice enough, and he was rich enough. She’d compromise, if she had to.
The first appendix of Naked For Alessia tells us some of what happens in Katya’s life in the year from when we first meet her until the end of the story. I enjoyed writing it just as much as the main thread and it really let me explore ideas on dominance, submission, and personal limits. I hope you like it!
Isabella was sitting outside. The table had been cleared and Katya was happy there was no sign of Giovanna. Their hostess stood and smiled at them as they approached, Giulia’s block boots followed by Katya’s bare feet.
“It’s such a good afternoon, I thought we could walk to the lake? You used to love it,” she said to Giulia.
“I still will.”
Isabella looked Katya up and down.
“Do you need something to wear?”
Katya was about to say something but Giulia got there first.
“I don’t like her to wear clothes.”
Katya took a deep breath but her stomach churned again. It might be an open relationship, and she could use the safe word at any time, but Giulia’s control over her was such a turn-on.
“Then shoes? It’s not far, or hard, but there are some stones.”
Katya looked at Giulia but she already knew what the answer was.
“I don’t let Katya wear shoes either,” she said, standing a little taller with the display of her power. Isabella chuckled to herself.
“Well, if you’re happy that way…” she said, leaving Katya to wonder if she really was.
Have I mentioned my upcoming book Naked For Alessia enough lately? No, I thought not. Here’s another extract:
“And you don’t mind if we make ourselves more comfortable too?” Alessia asked.
“Oh please do,” Julie said.
Alessia beckoned me to lean forwards and I did so, meeting her as she perched on the edge of her seat. She put her hands to my hips and I was expecting another kiss, but I was not expecting to feel her lifting my dress over my body.
I let out a gasp and by instinct my upper arms pressed to my sides, but she pushed her hands between them and my body and forced me to lift my hands upwards as she pulled the white slip dress over my head.
Julie was even more stunned than I was as Alessia sat back and dropped my dress beside her.
“Well, I… I didn’t expect that,” Julie said, glancing at my naked body for a second before looking away.
“It’s quite alright, it’s just that we’re often this way at home, and you said to make ourselves comfortable.”
“Yes… of course… It was just… No, it’s absolutely fine.”
Alessia smiled at me and made no pretence of the desire she felt as she scanned my body. It wasn’t often I was left in stockings and shoes and nothing else, but it was a huge turn-on when it happened. An even huger turn-on to be sitting this way on an aeroplane.
I crossed one leg over the other and folded my arms over my chest. My nipples pressed into my forearms. I felt incredibly self-conscious with the smartly dressed air stewardess standing over me.
I looked up at her and smiled. She was pretty, probably early thirties, although her red lipstick and eyeliner were both a little overdone. I guess both were partly there to cover traces of tiredness.
I hope you’re as excited about my forthcoming book as I am. And if you’re not, here’s a little more to tempt you.
The young woman gasped suddenly, went to cover herself and couldn’t because of her hands still bound behind her back. Alessia stood quickly, leaving the black lace underwear on the floor, and put her hands on Kirsty’s shoulders to steady her.
“I bet you feel better now, don’t you?” Alessia asked her. Kirsty, her eyes still closed, took another deep breath and all eyes watched her breasts rise and fall.
“Yes, mistress,” she said as she opened her eyes. I was expecting to see more fear and embarrassment on her expression but all I could perceive was intense arousal. It showed on every part of her body and she seemed to be almost shaking.
Alessia released her and took a step back, an unmistakable look of satisfaction on her face.
“I said I like a woman in nothing but heels,” she said, “But stockings suit you. Don’t they James.”
“Yes. Really… they do.”
He was looking his near-naked wife up and down with lust that matched her arousal.
“Perhaps an outfit to wear next time you have a reunion.”
James laughed.
“I can’t see Kirsty agreeing to that,” he said with a laugh, glad of a moment of relief to cut through the tension.
“But if you tell her to, then she has no choice, isn’t that right Kirsty?”
Kirsty looked at Alessia.
“Yes, mistress.”
“Don’t say it to me. Speak to your master. Tell him you’ll wear anything he wants you to wear.”
Kirsty turned to James.
“I’ll wear anything you want me to wear, master,” she repeated.
Here’s another little excerpt from my forthcoming book Naked For Alessia.
She bent and picked her underwear up and placed it with the rest of her things and stood with her hands at her sides. She was really beautiful naked. Long slender legs, narrow hips and a tiny waist, tight stomach, smooth shoulders and delicate collar bones, and a long neck that was emphasised by her sharp jawline and wide cheekbones.
“You’re very pretty,” Alessia told her, looking her up and down.
“Thank you,” Katya said through dry lips. She swallowed hard, her narrow throat momentarily looking like it was trying to pass a tennis ball through it.
Alessia remained silent and Katya stood uncomfortably as her body was studied carefully.
“What do we do now?” Katya asked eventually.
“We drink champagne,” Alessia said with a smile.
Katya seemed relieved to have something to do and I watched as her shaking fingers prised at the foil around the top of the champagne bottle. It was an immense turn-on to have a nude waitress open the bottle and pour for us. Despite trembling hands she didn’t spill a drop.
She handed Alessia the first glass and I leant forwards and accepted the second, and she took the third, standing awkwardly again now she had completed her task.
“We’ll take it to the balcony,” Alessia said as she stood from her chair. “You can put your shoes back on.”
Alessia is a strong, beautiful woman with a unique talent, because with just a few words from Alessia a woman can feel sexy, confident and, without quite knowing why, suddenly happy to take off all her clothes. Whether in private or somewhere very public, if Alessia wants a woman naked, then Alessia will get that woman naked.
Luckily, Alessia’s partner loves to be nude as much as Alessia wants her to be, and a trip to Vienna turns out to be the perfect beginning for a series of naked experiences that push them further than they’ve ever dared go before.
Alessia doesn’t stop there, of course. Whether it’s Katya, the young woman who works at the hotel, Kirsty, the married woman they meet in the bar, or Julie, the air hostess, one way or another Alessia is going to strip them down to their heels before they know what’s happened to them.
Naked For Alessia is a fun, sexy, only-one-naked ENF story from Kara Bryn, featuring a varied cast of characters that all have one thing in common: they all look great naked.
Naked For Alessia is due to be released on June 19th 2025, and if you can’t wait then check back here regularly for sneak previews.
Kara Bryn 