“I can vaguely remember things getting pretty wild last night, but now a friend has sent me the photos I hadn’t realised they’d gotten that wild.”
A Wild Saturday Night
CFNF
Just A Portrait
“She wanted a photo for the University magazine, and then asked if I minded if she took a few more ‘for a private project’.”
A Right To Dress How I Please
“There was a principle at stake: the right to dress how I pleased. It had only started with trousers instead of a skirt, but now I needed to make a point.”
Naked Solo
“It was the most popular concert series the theatre had ever put on.”
Naked At The Gallery
“It was build as a night of fine nudes, but I didn’t realise it only meant the paintings.”
Full Body Massage
“My flatmate pretended she was a trained masseur, and I pretended to believe her. It worked out for both of us.”
A New Experience For Christina
“My brother went through online dating,” Elaine said beside her, although Christina barely registered the words. She felt hands on the outside of her thighs, one on each side. She didn’t know whose they were but she let out a long sigh as they slid up her skin.
“Yeah,” Elaine continued, “The problem was, he was just looking for blonde bimbos.”
The hands on Christina’s hips hooked into the elastic of her knickers and pulled downwards. She felt the fabric sliding over her skin. She lifted her buttocks a little as they continued to pull. Slowly, the small piece of cotton slipped over her thighs, then down her calves. She felt hands around her ankles that lifted her feet off the ground as her last item of clothing was taken from her.
She took deep breaths, trying not to think that she was sitting naked. But the feeling of Judith’s and Elaine’s dresses on her skin was a constant reminder. A hand touched her shoulder and she let out a small gasp as if an electric shock had passed through her.
Karen and Annabel went back to leaning on Christina’s thighs. It was a glorious sight, looking up at her naked body. Karen licked her lips as she stared at Christina’s perfectly circular nipples.
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Leaving The Door Open
“I’d been leaving the bathroom door open when I had a shower for months now, and finally my flatmate got the message.”
A Very Grown-up Party
I looked down at jeans and a t-shirt, and then at Lisa. She was wearing a short, clingy PVC dress with a shoulder cut-out and ankle-high black boots. She had short red hair and, despite us being the same age, I think anyone would have guessed that she was at least five years older than I was. She really looked the part; I did not. But the whole reason I’d turned up at her apartment early was so she could help me work out what to wear. She said she had the perfect outfit in mind.
“Here,” she said, and she turned to kneel on the sofa and grasped the hem of my faded t-shirt. Compliantly, I lifted my arms and she pulled it over my head.
I wasn’t expecting her to reach around my back and unfasten my bra, but before I had time to register what was happening that was exactly what she did. She pulled it off my arms and I resisted the temptation to cross my hands over my chest. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had seen my breasts; certainly not since I’d been wearing a bra.
“Stand up.” I did as I was told. She began to unfasten my belt and then looked down at my feet. I’d kicked my trainers off when I’d come into her house, out of habit, although I guess it wasn’t necessary since Lisa was wearing her boots indoors.
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First Impressions
“My friends knew she was a nudist before they met her, way before we started seeing each other, so by the time I introduced them there was nothing to hide.”
Kara Bryn 