Exhibitionist Diary – Friday 23rd August 2019

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Girl’s night out tonight, and I’m not sure I can handle it without breaking down at some point! And I seem to have forgotten about the whole “being an exhibitionist” thing this week too. I’ve even been wearing underwear, which seems a bit weird after all this time, although I realise that now I’ve done a load of exercise to make sure I look passable naked that I look loads better in bra and knickers than I used to! So I’ve actually got quite a nice but rather conservative dress on today. Maybe I’ll pull! Although I’m not sure I actually want to.

I’ll write about the night out tomorrow anyway.

How Come You’re Naked

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“How come,” I continued, “How come you’re naked?” I didn’t want to offend her by making it sound like it was a bad thing. “I mean, the tattoos are really great, and you look great…” She smiled kindly, but was still going to let me keep digging myself into this hole. “You lost a bet or something?… Or you turned into the Hulk and your clothes didn’t fit and then you turned back?…” I tailed off and Natasha laughed.

“Oh, no,” she said, “I live here. With Georgia.” She tipped her head in the direction of our party host who I’d been introduced to, and then summarily bored witless earlier.

“Oh,” I said, and was about to add “I see…” but then realised that it didn’t explain anything at all.

“No,” Natasha said, “I just… prefer it this way. I used to hang about in the house naked when I was by myself, and then Georgia would come home and find me like it and at first she thought it was weird, and then she got used to it, and then I’d completely forget about it and answer the door to some friends without putting anything on first, and then they’d get used to it too, and now I’m pretty much naked all the time, unless there are a lot of strangers around.”

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

Exhibitionist Diary – Thursday 22nd August 2019

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I had a meeting today with Jo in her office, and she said that if I was having a hard time at all then I could take a few days to myself. I said I didn’t need to, but ended up weeping a bit in her office while I told her about it. It was when I told her that it was most definitely over, no going back, that just brought it all out.

She said I’d been really kind to her when her partner had split and she wanted to repay it, and even more if possible. And then she said if I wanted to talk outside of work then I should let her know, or even if I just wanted to get drunk and forget about it we could do that. What is it with everyone thinking the first thing I’m going to do is drink my problems away, eh? Ah yes: they all know me too well :).

Exhibitionist Diary – Tuesday 20th August 2019

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Well, today I had Jo ask me if I was okay because I seemed a bit down, and then I ended up having a bit of a weep in the bathroom. It’s not that I’m really sad about Kieran in particular, but it’s just the end of something that I thought was going to be so good and it’s just gone the complete opposite way. It’s more annoying that it was quite good for a long time. Live and learn, I guess.

When I got back Ha sent me a message again saying that either a) she’d sit me down and make me talk about it or b) we had to go out and get hammered to forget about it. I said maybe I’d do (b) on Friday.

Dreaming Of Normality

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As Sarah sat and ate dinner with the other nuns she felt a growing sense of confidence inside of her. Firstly, she now had a place in the convent, a purpose, even if it was the simplest of tasks. But secondly, she had a secret that none of them knew: that beneath her habit was a sexy, young woman in black lingerie and stockings; a woman who would be the object of desire of any man alive. The article had told her so. She smiled to herself.

That evening, back in the privacy of her own room, she locked the door, pulled her habit over her head, and admired her figure in the mirror again. She wondered: was this what normal young women did? From the articles in the magazine, it seemed that everyone was dressing to impress the opposite sex, even if they couldn’t see it.

Sarah’s sleep that night was disturbed. She dreamt of herself in the convent. Only, instead of her habit, she was wearing her sexy black underwear and stockings and she had found some high heels like the girl in the magazine photo. And then, for a reason that made no sense, suddenly she was without her underwear, and she had to stand at the front of prayer in nothing but stockings and high heels.

Read the rest of the story in The Rules of the Convent

Exhibitionist Diary – Monday 19th August 2019

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I channelled my anger into work today, which meant organising a lot of accounts and, unfortunately, bossing Rachel around more than I should. Ha said she hoped I was okay and if I needed to talk then I knew where she was, which was nice and it nearly made me cry. But I said I didn’t think I’d need to talk about it. I don’t think I do anyway.