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Chapter five of The Lady and Camilla is up on Literotica.
I turned my back to her and held my hair out of the way, making it as obvious as I could that I wanted her to unzip me. I couldn’t see the look on her face but there was no pause as she obliged.
“Oh, that’s so much better,” I said as I wriggled out of the tight dress. Even with my back turned I could feel both pairs of eyes on me as I stood there in my black lace underwear and stockings.
“This too?” Victoria asked, and without waiting I felt her fingers pull at the clasp of my bra and unhook it. I smiled while they couldn’t see my face: she was playing along better than I could have hoped.
“Thank you,” I said as I shrugged my bra down my arms and let it drop casually to the floor and turned to face them. “Under-wiring and large meals never mix.”
I could have been saying anything: they were both staring at my breasts as if in a trance. I didn’t have to contain my satisfied smile as no-one was looking at my face.
“Here,” I said, and with gentle but firm hands I turned Victoria around by the shoulders. I felt her tense as I slid the zip of her dress down, but she did nothing to stop me. I pushed the sleeves off of her shoulders and helped slide the tight fabric down her body. It dropped around her ankles but she merely stepped out of it. Neither of us made a move to pick up any of the clothes that were scattered around the hallway.
You can read chapter 5 on Literotica, and, if you missed it (or want to start again), chapter one is here.
The popularity of my website and the nice things people say about my stories has made me very happy over the past couple of years. But now I need to ask for something in return.
You see, writing ENF stories is a lot of fun, but I make my money from writing much less interesting things. I’d really like to spend more time writing the type of stories that you like to read, but when work comes along that pays the bills… Well, you can guess that I have to prioritise. But I’m hoping that you can help to change the balance, just a little.
Sometimes real work just gets in the way
I don’t know if you’ve bought any of my books. If you have: thank you! If you haven’t, then the links are down the left hand side of the page. But whether you have or haven’t, I’d like to make you an offer.
That offer is: I’ll write even more stories, just for you, if I can persuade you to pledge as little as $2 each month on Patreon.
An offer nearly as good as this one. Nearly.
Patreon is a way for lovely people like you to support writers like me, just like the patrons of old supported artists. But thankfully, you don’t need to be rich to do it nowadays, and you can show your support for just a tiny amount each month.
Patreon is very easy to use, and you can pledge anonymously too. Apart from the warm glowing feeling you’ll get from supporting a struggling artist, for less than the price of a coffee each month you’ll be getting more of what you like as well. That’s because the more I manage to raise through pledges, the more time I can spend writing stories.
My best stories, for less than the price of a coffee
I’m very excited about the stories I have in the pipeline. I’ve finished drafts of a dozen stories for a collection with the working title “Just ENF”. I’m also over halfway through an ENF novel about an Asian student who has two friends who, shall we say, find her nude body rather fascinating.
I’ll eventually complete these two books by myself, but with your help I can get them done even faster. Plus, you might not even have to buy them from Amazon, as if you pledge $5 dollars each month I’ll send you copies of these, and everything else I write, as soon as they’re finished.
My future ideal: the Kara Bryn section of a public library
I hope you’ll take the next step on this journey with me. Please take a look at my Patreon page and do get in touch if you have any questions or suggestions.
Tania grinned. “Yeah, but I’m still not lending you any of my clothes. I’ll go and get the wash basket, and you get your kit off.”
Louisa shook her fist at Tania. “There’s always something with you. Well, if you think I’m stripping off in your kitchen, you’ve got another think coming.”
Tania put her arm around Louisa, leant over and bit gently on her ear lobe. Louisa’s eyes rolled in their sockets; that always did it for her.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” Tania whispered.
With that, she skipped out of the room. Louisa thought for a moment. Maybe it would be fun, for an hour while the washing machine ran, to sit around nude with Tania. It wasn’t like Tania didn’t see her naked for half the weekends they spent together anyway.
Before she changed her mind, and not wanting to be halfway through undressing when Tania returned, she pulled her top over her head and dropped it onto a chair. She unfastened her bra and put it on her top, then pulled off her socks, unbuttoned her skirt and slid her knickers down before picking up the lot and piling them together on top of the washing machine.
When Tania came back into the room with a basket of clothes under one arm Louisa was sitting naked at the kitchen table, pretending to study the crossword on the back of the newspaper. Her heart was beating hard in her chest and her breathing was short and rapid as she pretended to concentrate.
“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Tania teased Louisa, who ignored her.
Tania looked admiringly at Louisa’s slender legs, crossed at the knee, and the delicate, pointed foot at the end of it. She crouched down and opened the washing machine door and threw in her clothes and Louisa’s before selecting the coolest wash setting and starting the cycle.
“So, it looks like you’re naked for the next couple of hours, huh?” Tania continued to tease, and Louisa continued to ignore her.
Tania stood behind Louisa, who was still pretending she was solving the crossword puzzle. She brushed Louisa’s blonde hair away from her neck and then ran her hand around her shoulder and back again, then across her perfect, soft breast onto an equally perfect, hard nipple. She felt Louisa’s breath shudder as she cupped her breast. She leant down to Louisa’s ear. Louisa was still facing her crossword puzzle, but her eyes were closed. Tania blew lightly in her ear and whispered. “What shall we do now, then?
Louisa simply sighed in response and Tania ran her other hand across her girlfriend’s bare shoulder and down to gently stroke her other breast. Louisa’s head rocked back and Tania kissed her neck. She moved her right hand down, sliding it between Louisa’s legs, until she felt wonderful soft, moist yielding flesh which she began to rub gently. It had only taken a few seconds and Louisa was starting to pant, but Tania didn’t want this to be over so quickly.
They were interrupted by the sound of ringing and Tania’s phone buzzed and vibrated across the table. “Rebecca” read the name, and Tania decided it was worth answering, as much to tease Louisa as anything. She heard Louisa exhaled deeply as she took her hands away.
Read the rest of the story, and much more, in Naked Women in Shorts, available for the Kindle.
Chapter four of The Lady and Camilla is up on Literotica. Following the late-night cocktail demonstration from Camilla in chapter three, the next morning sees Her Ladyship regretting the way she neglected her husband on the previous night and enlists Camilla’s help in rectifying the situation on his birthday.
I had expected her to turn her back, or even to leave the room, but she unfastened one button at a time in silence. A thought suddenly dawned on me that this was theatre for my benefit, to show me that she wasn’t embarrassed by her body, as she had seemed every time the issue had come up before. She looked up and saw me following her fingers and I caught a flash in her eye that might have meant something else: was she wondering if I would like what I saw?
With this new realisation I took up my new role in the performance and took a step back to sit in an armchair a few feet across the room. I crossed my legs and sat to watch the slow striptease unfold in front of me.
You can read chapter 4 on Literotica, and, if you missed it (or want to start again), chapter one is here.
The two girls stepped through the doors into a large, wood-panelled room containing around forty to fifty people. Sherine felt her legs shaking with fear, fear which grew as heads turned towards them, looked them up and down and smiled.
“Go! Do your job!” the waiter commanded from beside them. Brandy felt a hand in the small of her back that pushed her into the room. “And smile!” the waiter hissed loudly after them.
With fake smiles fixed on their faces, the two young, naked women walked into the crowd.
“I’m going to kill Teri and Nicole next time I see them,” Brandy said to Sherine out of the side of her mouth.
“Yeah. They totally knew what was going to happen and didn’t say anything. No wonder they didn’t want to do it!”
As they walked slowly around the room the guests took glasses and canapés from them. Everyone was wearing designer outfits, either smart casual or sophisticated evening wear, and it was obvious there was a lot of money in the room.
“Do you reckon rich peoples parties are always like this, Brandy?” Sherine asked her friend. “Maybe they all have naked waitresses and we’ve never found out about it before?”
Read the rest of the story, and much more, in Naked Women in Shorts, available for the Kindle.
There’s a new story in the Exclusive Content section. It’s called “Betting On The Match“. It’s inspired by all the football I’ve been made to watch recently!
Then the Italian midfield broke through. A twisting run split the German defence and a reverse pass was slotted through and cleanly converted. The bar went wild with people jumping, including me, until I realised that I should really not be letting this short dress bounce up and down when I’m wearing nothing underneath.
Angelika looked sick, despite the fact that Germany were still winning by three goals to two.
“Ten more minutes for another goal,” I teased, “And, erm, aren’t you forgetting something?” I stared at her dress with a raised eyebrow.
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Chapter three of The Lady and Camilla is up on Literotica. Here we see some of the party which the two ladies were shopping for in chapter two, and then the fun starts when Camilla becomes an impromptu cocktail waitress for the aristocratic pair.
I walked carefully to the drinks cabinet, conscious that they would both be watching every step of my tall, olive-skinned, nude physique. Even something as simple as walking was something that needed to be practised if one wanted to become a high-class escort, and I had very much perfected it.
I took the gin, Campari, Vermouth, cracked some ice as best I could, and then shook them together. I acted as if I was oblivious to their attentions, but who could ignore a beautiful naked woman mixing a cocktail? And who could not stop and stare when the naked woman brought their drinks over and bent gracefully at the waist to present them?.
You can read chapter 3 on Literotica, and, if you missed it (or want to start again), chapter one is here.
The second chapter of The Lady and Camilla is up on Literotica. This part is more of a build-up chapter but, hopefully, there’s enough in there for you to enjoy all the same.
I unclipped my bra and dropped it onto the rest of my clothes. I knew she was staring at my breasts but I pretended not to notice as I stepped into the dress and pulled it up around me.
It hugged even my slender figure, and was not particularly easy to get into. It was deep blue and had short sleeves with no straps and I knew exactly how good my chest and shoulders would look in it.
I asked Her Ladyship to zip the back up and she obliged as I turned to look in the mirror.
You can read chapter 2 on Literotica, and, if you missed it (or want a refresher), chapter 1 can be found here.
I’ve started a new story over on Literotica. It’s called The Lady and Camilla and I hope to see it develop over the coming months. If you like it, then I’d appreciate a little click on one of the star ratings at the bottom of the screen. It’s anonymous and you don’t even need an account.
Here’s a short extract:
“It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” I said to Her Ladyship and, conscious of how her attention was on me, I casually unbuttoned the top of my sundress. It only had three buttons, but with them undone the neck fell open and I felt cooler air across the top of my breasts. I was still decent — no nipples on show or anything — but it hinted at so much.
I looked up at her Ladyship, her eyes still eyeing my neckline, and she smiled.
“Truly beautiful, Camilla,” she replied, and I caught the double meaning in her words.
His Lordship returned carrying a low table and three small folding chairs. I’d never been a on picnic with such formality before and we set the table and chairs out and began to unpack the hamper.
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