CFNF

Being Naked Is Enough

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Melissa blushed again.

“Well, I,” she began. I nodded for her to continue again. “I take photos.”

“Of yourself?” I asked, knowing the answer already.

“Yes,” she said, and I felt that it was the first time in her life that she’d admitted it to another human being.

“Naked?” I continued, knowing the answer already. She nodded.

“And what do you do with them?” I knew the answer to this too.

“I share them,” she said, and looked down at her feet. I wanted to step across the short distance between us and put an arm around her shoulder, to tell her that it was okay.

“With friends?” I prompted. I knew the answer was no, but I needed her to say it.

“No”, she said. I let the silence hang so she’d follow up with more detail. “With strangers. Online.”

Read the rest of A Study in Exhibitionistm, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF

Tania And Louisa

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Tania blew lightly in her ear and whispered. “What shall we do now, then?

Louisa simply sighed in response and Tania ran her other hand across her girlfriend’s bare shoulder and down to gently stroke her other breast. Louisa’s head rocked back and Tania kissed her neck. She moved her right hand down, sliding it between Louisa’s legs, until she felt wonderful soft, moist yielding flesh which she began to rub gently. It had only taken a few seconds and Louisa was starting to pant, but Tania didn’t want this to be over so quickly.

They were interrupted by the sound of ringing and Tania’s phone buzzed and vibrated across the table. “Rebecca” read the name, and Tania decided it was worth answering, as much to tease Louisa as anything. She heard Louisa exhale deeply as she took her hands away.

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Welcome Home

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“It was the perfect way to be greeted after a long day at work. I even started to enjoy my commute home at night, filled with anticipation of the perfect body that awaited me.”

Victoria And Camilla

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I leant forwards, holding Victoria’s eyes with my own as my lips closed towards hers. Her face began to flush but her eyes remained open as our lips touched. I let them remain in contact for only the briefest moment and as I broke away I saw her chest rising and falling as she took deep breaths. But she was still rooted to the spot rather than turning away in embarrassment so it didn’t seem that I’d overstepped my boundaries yet. We’d see if that changed soon.

I dared not look at her husband for fear of breaking the spell, but it seemed safe to assume that he was more than happy with the sight of two semi-clad women exchanging a kiss in front of him.

“But there’s the French…” I said, “Which I’m sure you know.”

I leaned towards Victoria again, and this time I put hands on her narrow waist to hold her steady and pull her closer.

Our lips touched and, as soon as they did, I opened my mouth a little and flicked at Victoria’s lips with the tip of my tongue. She let out a small gasp and her eyes closed a little. I took the invitation and pushed my tongue a fraction into the opening, teasing and probing as I did so.

You can read the rest of The Lady and Camilla Chapter 5 on Literotica, and Chapter 1 is here.

Stripped For My Sins

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“Sarah nodded, determined not to shed a tear despite the unbridled anger directed at her. She realised, there and then, that she hated the Reverend Mother, and she hated her methods, and that, no matter what, she resolved that she would not be cowed...

Sarah nodded, determined not to shed a tear despite the unbridled anger directed at her. She realised, there and then, that she hated the Reverend Mother, and she hated her methods, and that, no matter what, she resolved that she would not be cowed by her. She might obey, while the Reverend Mother had all the power, but that did not mean she was defeated. Three days naked in a convent was humiliating, but she could just about survive it.

That evening Sarah discovered a downside of her punishment: in her unclothed state, nobody would sit near her at the dinner table, or talk to her as they walked to prayer. Being ostracised was worse than being naked. At prayer she crouched, ashamed of herself, at the back of the room, begging for forgiveness because she knew that she had done wrong. Yet still, as she had after Sister Theresa’s punishment, she begged for forgiveness for the Reverend Mother, because she felt the Reverend Mother needed it even more than she did.

Sarah prayed some more within the solitude of her own room and, slipping off her stockings, she went to bed, her mind dwelling on how such a small lapse had gotten her into such deep trouble.

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