An Unusual Feeling

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“Now,” she said, “How does that feel.”

Her eyes were sparkling and I felt as if she had admitted me into some kind of inner circle. I wasn’t used to being so… accepted and it made me feel warm inside, but my skin was tingling at the realisation that I was nude and helpless, for the moment at least.

“Even… odder,” I said, “I feel… I feel so naked.”

Lisa smiled as if that was exactly what she wanted.

“In case you hadn’t noticed,” she said, “You are naked.”

We both laughed and I took another nervous sip from my glass.

“Here,” she said, and with one hand firmly on the small of my back and another more gently touching my stomach she pushed me gently backwards and I let myself sink down onto the sofa.

Lisa sat beside me and picked up her own gin and tonic. She tapped the glass against my own.

“Cheers,” she said with a wink. Her eyes stayed fixed on mine as she sipped.

Read the rest of A Very Grown Up Party, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF

Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 14th February 2020

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I try not to be depressed when it’s Valentine’s day and I’m single but it’s hard not to. I went out for a drink after work with Rachel and Tim (who both seem to be single too) and even Helen, which is a bit of a surprise but I think she broke up with someone recently. Tim doesn’t really say much, though, and I didn’t want to stay for too long, and even Jo had date plans which made me feel even worse because it wasn’t so long ago that my life seemed sorted and I was trying to help her out.

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 13th February 2020

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I had my first dance practise this evening, at home, fully clothed and with the curtains closed. I realised that although I thought I knew the routine really well from watching the video I only had the very beginning before I didn’t know which limb went where. And the timing was well off!

I had to keep restarting the video, learning a little bit more, and then starting again. It’s really repetitive and it’s going to be harder work than I thought.

To My Will

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“In his mind the end goal of CFNM was a blow-job. In my mind it was seeing just how far I could subjugate him to my will. I always won.”

Write What You Know

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“Now imagine,” she said, “Imagine you’re sitting here naked. Just me and you, and everyone else is where they are now. Nobody knows, but you know the waiter is coming back with our coffees in a minute. Hold that fantasy in your mind.”

With that, I saw the waiter approaching from the bar with two espressos. I tried to imagine myself sitting here naked and confident, that we would exchange a glance, that he would look at my body and approve of what he saw, and then he would leave, thinking I was out of his league.

But instead of imagining that, my mind imagined me curling up in the chair with my arms clamped over my chest, and then trying to wrap the table cloth around myself.

The waiter placed our coffees on the table and Elisa thanked him before he left again.

“And?” she said.

“It was… terrifying,” I said, “I would have to hide.” The plotline of my book was going to need a bit of a rethink; sitting confidently in the nude didn’t seem very realistic at all.

Elisa sat back in her chair. “You see?” she said, “I told you that you would not know how it felt. You needed to know that to be able to write about it.”

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

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 11th February 2020

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It’s so murky and rainy outside, but strangely warm and I haven’t even had to wear tights at work, which has meant no underwear at least. It’s almost like spring is on the way, although I know it’s just the weather trying to fool us and it’ll turn cold at some point. But it doesn’t feel like we’ve really had winter.

I ended up watching the dance routine video when I got home again. Got to get it into my head and start practising, no matter how silly I’ll feel.

Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 10th February 2020

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Ha told me she’d been invited to the dinner at Sarah’s on the 22nd! I guess more moral support would be good, but on the other hand I was kind of hoping that it would look as much like a date setup as possible with just the four of us.

And then this evening I went to Mel’s again. For a change she didn’t even make me wait naked in the hallway, and I don’t know what that means. She asked me how rehearsal for my performance was going and I had to tell her that I hadn’t started but I had bought everything. She wasn’t impressed as she said six or seven weeks was not a lot of time to rehearse and perfect it, because the last thing anyone wanted to see was a bad striptease!

But five minutes later I was tied at the ankles, knees, wrists and elbows at my sides and trying to update her accounts! It’s just an impossible way to work, but it gets me so horny it’s unbelievable. I don’t know if I’m more or less productive really, because I’m full of energy.

There was a bit of a backlog, though, because of the tax return taking up so much time the past few times, and right at the end Mel produced a big pile of receipts that she’d found! So I’ll have to go through those in two weeks.

And the bad news was Mel reminded me that I had photos to upload to that website still, and that if wanted my abstinence to end then that would be the only way. She said if I uploaded them she wouldn’t impose abstinence on me for another month. It almost feels like I’ve won a bit more by holding out, so I’ll see if I can last longer and get some more concessions!