Can’t We Call It A Draw?

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Then, as if it had just occurred to her, she reached her hands behind her head. Her breasts lifted, looking even more perfect than before. She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out the scrunchy that was keeping her bun in place. She dropped...

Then, as if it had just occurred to her, she reached her hands behind her head. Her breasts lifted, looking even more perfect than before. She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out the scrunchy that was keeping her bun in place. She dropped it onto the table and shook her hair free. It fell in thick, golden locks across her bare shoulders.

“You’re crazy, Selena,” Iris told her.

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who’s stripped to her underwear but still lost a contest,” she retorted.

“I really hate you right now,” Iris told her as she leant forwards and, reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra. She quickly pulled it off her arms and dropped it onto the rest of her clothes. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and slid them down her legs, letting them fall around her feet. She kicked them to one side.

Selena grinned as she stared across at her friend. Iris’s breasts were even smaller than her own, but still beautiful with round, pink nipples. She watched as they rose and fell as Iris inhaled and exhaled.

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Betting It All

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““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...

“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.

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Ten Out Of CFNM – Coming Soon!

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My new collection of CFNM stories Ten Out Of CFNM is coming soon! As you might be able to guess from the title, it contains ten very hot CFNM stories, all new and previously unpublished.

Below is an excerpt from one of the the stories. It’s the very definition of a teaser.

French Vacation

Part 1: Welcome

“I’ll put everything away,” I said to Richard, “And you carry on unpacking the car.”

I heard Richard’s footsteps disappearing down the stairs and opened the suitcase. It was a warm day in the Dordogne and I’d taken advantage of this to pack a few summer dresses.

I opened the top drawer of the dresser and began to put Richard’s neatly folded clothes inside. I had just about finished as he carried the second of our three cases into the room.

“How did we pack so much?” he asked me, dropping the case onto the wooden floor.

Something came over me then. Lust. Yes, that was it: lust. I guess it was combination of the relief of finally getting out of the car, and the joy of being able to relax in the beautiful gîte that would be our home for the next seven days, and a couple of Richard’s shirt buttons were undone from the heat of carrying the bags up the stairs… But whatever it was, I felt suddenly ridiculously horny.

I stepped over to Richard and draped my arms over his shoulders. He smiled and put his hands around my waist. I loved to feel his strength. I don’t think he’d ever know just how much pleasure I gained from such a simple gesture.

“We could unpack later,” I said teasingly, and I leant forwards and placed a kiss on his lips.

“Maybe we could,” he said, his hands running up my back.

I ran my fingers across the front of his cotton shirt, and then slipped them inside and felt his skin. It was warm and I realised as he shivered a little that my hands were much cooler, even with the heat outside. But I knew that the shiver had more to do with the way I touched him than the temperature of my fingers.

I popped open another button of his shirt and his hands gripped my waist, holding me tightly. I leant back so that I could reach the next button, but also to force him to tighten his grip yet further to hold me in place. It never made sense to me how, when he was only six inches taller than I was, that he could be so much stronger.

I opened another button, and then another, leaning away from him so that I could reach down to his waistband. I pulled his shirt out of his trousers and unfastened the last buttons so it hung loosely over his torso.

“There’s still one bag to bring in,” he said.

“It can wait a few minutes,” I replied.

I slipped my hands inside his open shirt and pushed upwards, sliding the fabric over his shoulders. As he held me close to him I could feel the effect this was having on him as the bulge in his trousers pressed against my stomach.

He knew the routine well enough by now anyway, and as I pushed he released his hands from around my waist and allowed me to slide the shirt down his arms. It dropped onto the floor behind him and his hands found their way back around me.

I ran my fingers over his chest and his shoulders. He wasn’t a muscular man but he was well toned for his build. His shoulders quivered slightly as I traced circles with my fingers.

Richard’s hands moved upwards into the small of my back, and then further up again, and I knew what this meant: that he had absolutely no idea how to get into my skirt. (Or, more precisely, how to get me out of it.) The zip was on the side and it might take him an age to find it, but it didn’t matter as I had other plans for him now.

“Uh, uh,” I said, and I put my hands on his forearms and pushed them gently away from me. Then, leaning towards him I pushed again and he fell back onto the bed.

I looked down at him, his expression showing the same desire for me as I had for him. He leant himself up on his elbows.

I slid down to my knees and put my hands on his stomach. I loved this part, because I could reach almost every part of his body but he could reach almost nothing of me except my hands. The bulge in his trousers was clearly visible now as well; just what I wanted to see.

I fumbled at his leather belt, unfastened it and pulled the long tongue free of the buckle. As I unbuttoned his jeans I could feel what was causing the bulge; the long, solid shaft cramped up inside his briefs. I knew how small they must feel to him right now.

I parted his jeans and teased my fingers along the waistband of his underwear. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath: he was well and truly at my mercy now.

With my right hand I reached down and slipped off his shoe. I was lucky he was wearing the loafers he liked to drive in. Then my fingers hooked into his sock and he lifted his foot obligingly to allow me to peel it off. The other shoe and sock quickly followed while all the time I ran circles across his stomach, always teasing so close to that ever-growing lump in his briefs.

It was time to grant a little relief so this time I put my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and lifted it away from his body. The tip of his penis sprang into view as he expanded into the free air.

The part before that I said was my favourite bit was now my second favourite bit, because the moment when he realised that, yes, I really was doing this and, no, he couldn’t stop me, and never would he want to. It gave me such delight in the power I had over the larger and stronger animal that lay in front of me that I wanted to prolong this moment for the maximum time possible.

I pulled his briefs down a little, and then released the elastic so that it pressed across the base of his shaft. Richard let out a groan, somehow mixing the sound of pleasure and frustration together all in one. His cock waved up and down on his pelvis, pushing against his waistband.

I gently stroked the visible part of his shaft and his body shook again. I knew it was too early to finish him yet and I should leave him frustrated for a while longer, but I couldn’t resist just a brief tease at the tip of his penis. He groaned once more.

I hooked my fingers into his underwear again and, with a firm pull, I yanked both those and his trousers down a few inches. He lifted his buttocks a fraction and I pulled again, slipping the items down his thighs.

I shuffled backwards, still holding onto his last two items of clothing, and then I stood as his knees closed together to allow me to pull them away from him. His feet fell to the floor and I looked down at his long, naked body, laid prone on the bed with his penis waving up and down.

Now, I know this is very mean of me, but I just didn’t want that moment to end. At other times, if we had somewhere to go or something to do, then I would crouch between his legs and my tongue would become closely acquainted with that rock hard penis of his, but we were on holiday now, and I had all week for that, didn’t I?

I folded Richard’s trousers neatly and placed them in the drawer with the rest of his clothes. Then I picked up his shirt, underwear and socks and put those in too. He opened his eyes to look up at me, an expectant smile on his face. And then I really knew I had to prolong this tease and get every last ounce of pleasure from it.

I pushed the drawer shut and slowly, deliberately, I turned the key in the lock. Richard looked at me quizzically, but it was almost as if his penis understood what was happening before he did as it waved up and down excitedly.

I took the key and placed it into the small pocket in my skirt and stood, looking down at him with my arms folded.

I could probably guess all the things that he wanted to say, but when it came to sex he had learnt never to expect anything. That way, if I granted him satisfaction then he was grateful for it. There was no way he would come out and say something as blunt as “aren’t you going to finish me off, then?”, no matter how much he was thinking it. And I can guarantee that right then that was the only thing he was thinking.

“You better get the other case from the car,” I told him with a wry smile.

“But can’t I…” he began to ask feebly, looking at the drawer.

“You can have them when I let you,” I said, and before a grin burst onto my face I turned and left the room to go down to the kitchen.

And if you think that’s hot, you wait until an unexpected visitor arrives…

Ten Out Of CFNM will be available soon on Amazon,

Kara

Naked Interview

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“First I had to undress, and then I had to wait outside. I wasn’t sure if this was part of the interview. I began to doubt that I was even in the right building.”

How Did We Get Here? And Can We Come Again?

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“Alison followed automatically and found herself standing in plain sight of the rest of the bar. A dozen heads turned and a hush fell over the room. Alison went weak at the knees. Even while Malcolm had undressed her in the booth, she had never...

Alison followed automatically and found herself standing in plain sight of the rest of the bar. A dozen heads turned and a hush fell over the room. Alison went weak at the knees. Even while Malcolm had undressed her in the booth, she had never dreamt the private play would become a public one.

Malcolm started walking and Alison was towed along. Her stilettos rang on the wooden floor and she tried to compose herself. She couldn’t believe that she was doing this, walking naked through a bar, led by her husband, almost exactly as her character Alison had in one of her stories.

Out on the street the lights seemed dazzlingly bright. Her head was spinning and only Malcolm’s hand was keeping her steady. Her balance began to waver and Malcolm wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her. She turned into him and pressed her body up against his. The fabric of his shirt rubbed against her nipples, stimulating her even further, and then she felt his hard cock inside his trousers, pressing up against her pelvis. It was all too much.

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Service With A Smile (And A Nipple)

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“She dropped my hands and they fell by my sides. I felt incredibly exposed, dressed only in my new denim shorts, but I resisted the urge to cover myself again. I took a deep breath.
“Oh,” Cassandra said, looking at my brand new shorts, “Now just to...

She dropped my hands and they fell by my sides. I felt incredibly exposed, dressed only in my new denim shorts, but I resisted the urge to cover myself again. I took a deep breath.

“Oh,” Cassandra said, looking at my brand new shorts, “Now just to roughen your edges a little…” She reached towards my waist and, for some reason, I didn’t even move as she unbuttoned my denim shorts. They were propped over my hips so they weren’t about to fall down by themselves, and the zip held them closed, but with that small change I felt so much sexier, just for having that button hanging open. How could a nineteen year old know more about this kind of thing than me?

“You were about to?…” Cassandra prompted, distracting me from the protestation I was about to make.

“I, uh, I was just taking these ice teas outside,” I said. She smiled and nodded, and then turned to help Sue at the counter.

I picked up the two glasses and walked, as if in a dream, towards the door of the café. Heads lifted as I passed and I felt them staring at me, but the attention was remarkably short-lived. Most of the people here were regulars who could look at the bare breasts of Cassandra and Sue any time they liked, so one more topless woman wasn’t going to shock them.

Read the rest of the story, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts