“It was my final challenge: if I could stand showing my body here, my confidence issues were gone forever.”
Body Confidence
CFNF
My Favourite Spa
“My husband never did work out why this was my favourite spa.”
Feel The Music On Your Skin
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She began to play the sonata again. This time, as well as the cold brass of the pedals, Jessica was sensitive to the rough fabric of the piano stool across the backs of her thighs as her legs moved. But rather than jump at each touch, she was starting to seek out the feeling and revel in it. She would anticipate each tap of the damper pedal and let the feeling course through her.
“Good! Good! Or better, at least,” Miss Ashdown said, reining in her praise lest Jessica thought the work was done for the day. “I can see your legs and feet really working here and, more importantly, I can really feel them working through the music. Can you feel it?”
Jessica nodded. It was like there was something different about the air itself.
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A Day Of Firsts
“It was a day of many firsts: the first day of filming; the first ENF feature film; my first day naked on-set; and the first day I signed autographs in only my socks.”
A New Exhibition(ist)
“You are invited to a private viewing of a new exhibition, by me, and of me.”
The Focus Of Attention
My body tingled as I glanced at the onlookers. I saw photos being taken and, this time, there was no doubt that I was the one drawing attention. I grinned and began to wave my body to the music again, revelling in the feeling of the cool air on my bare skin.
Sue let go of my hand and Martha released the other one taking my bra with her. She handed it to Kathy, still walking hand-in-hand with Tan behind us, and pushed it into Martha’s rucksack along with the rest of my clothes.
Sue and Martha had dropped their hands to their sides, but I wasn’t done waving. I had been a cheerleader at school and I moved well to music. And besides, my breasts looked amazing when I held my hands above my head.
I was receiving no end of whistles and cheers from the crowd and I began to skip in circles as we walked along. The four girls around me smiled at each other, and I realised they were probably enjoying the show as much as most of the women at the parade. And the great thing was: this was Pride, and no-one cared, including me.
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I’ll Be Finished In An Hour
“She told me to undress. She told me to lie on the desk. Then she told me she had work to do, but she’d be finished in an hour. I hope she’s locked the door.”
More Sexy Than Naked
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“It’s the shoes that really do it for you.” Natasha filled in the silence where I was searching for a way to change the subject. “Those dainty strappy little heels, they’re just totally sexy and glam at the same time, and your feet are gorgeous.”
I looked down at my feet and shoes. I did have nice feet, and the thin stilettos did set my legs off nicely.
“That’s why I stay barefoot as well,” Natasha continued, “Can you imagine what I’d look like in those heels? The boys would think I was begging for it.”
Natasha had a point. Somehow, she was just naked, or nude, or whatever she might want to call it, but it wasn’t like a stripper was nude. She was sexual, but not just sexual. It’s hard to explain, but somehow sexuality wasn’t what defined her nakedness.
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Night School
“It was our second term of night school, and somehow we had all become accustomed to the teacher’s unusual methods of discipline.”
I’ve Met Someone
“‘I’ve met someone,’ he said. ‘So have I,’ I replied.”
Kara Bryn 