“We used to love a quiet countryside walk. I would be clothed, she would be naked. There were few places we could do that in the city, but we always managed to find one.”
A Quiet Spot For A Stroll
CFNF
Life Imitating Art
“It was the first time I had been to her studio. She asked to paint my portrait. I didn’t even question it when she began to undress me. It was the start of something I’d never believed I would ever experience, and I’ve never looked back since.”
Feel The Music On Your Skin
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Jessica imagined herself, standing on the stage, barely covered by her underwear, running her hands over her hips and stoking the fire of her passion. She suddenly felt incredibly sexual.
“You act as if you’re alone; this is the most private moment as you ready yourself to give everything to your playing,” Miss Ashdown’s soft voice continued. “You want nothing to come between you and your music.”
As she said this, and as Jessica exhaled, Miss Ashdown’s fingers, flat on top of Jessica’s, slipped into the white knickers. Jessica felt the fabric sliding over her hips as their interlocked hands pushed them down onto the floor. Jessica’s breath shuddered again but somehow she resisted the impulse to try to cover herself. She concentrated on the image of the concert hall, of standing naked on the stage as if no-one was there.
“You imagine his strong hands, running up and down your naked body,” the teacher continued, their hands continuing to move together, “His eyes devour your image as he remains fixed in his seat, desperately trying to control his breathing lest he be discovered watching you while you arouse yourself, naked on the stage.”
Miss Ashdown paused. Jessica’s hands were now moving by themselves and Miss Ashdown was merely following their movements with hers.
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Life, Art and Love
“It was me that suggested removing my clothes, hoping that she’d see it for the invitation that it was. But much to my frustration our relationship always remained at pencil’s length.”
I Forgot My Swimsuit
“A lack of swimsuit had never stopped me from swimming before. And besides: it’s amazing what it can lead to, even with women who were as resolute about their heterosexuality as this one.”
A Birthday Suit To Show My Friends
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“Good idea,” Nhu shrugged, and then stood, taking her champagne glass with her. She went and sat at one end of their sofa. Georgia followed her and sat at the other. They looked back at the dining area, for the first time seeing the full length of Lisa’s beautiful, naked body with little white socks on each foot. They smiled at each other: this was going to do wonders for their sex life tonight too.
Lisa felt suddenly nervous at the idea of leaving the cover of the table, but from where the two girls sat she wasn’t covered anyway. She stood and picked up her glass. Georgia and Nhu tried not to stare as she walked towards them, but they were unable to control themselves.
Lisa stood in front of them with her champagne glass in her hand, suddenly feeling very nervous again. She didn’t want to sit on the foot stool opposite the couch, and she didn’t want to remain standing on display, although there was some pleasure to be had in seeing the lust in their eyes.
“Here,” Georgia said, shuffling up a couple of inches and patting the spot on the sofa between her and Nhu.
Lisa didn’t see how she could back out of the offer, so she stepped over and twisted herself around to back onto the sofa. She put her champagne glass on the floor and slid back into the seat.
Automatically, she put her feet up on the padded footstool opposite. Georgia and Nhu smiled at each other as they looked down at her slim, shapely legs and the short socks that she still wore on each foot.
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Poster-girl Of Submission
“I’d always thought I was the dominant one, but when my all-but-naked small-time photo-shoot became an Internet sensation I was suddenly inundated with offers from beautiful women to whip me into submission. I didn’t accept all of them… not all.”
Pass The Parcel
“It was like Pass The Parcel, but with kissing. And I was the parcel.”
It’s Impossible To Ignore A Naked Woman
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“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Tania teased Louisa, who ignored her.
Tania looked admiringly at Louisa’s slender legs, crossed at the knee, and the delicate, pointed foot at the end of it. She crouched down and opened the washing machine door and threw in her clothes and Louisa’s before selecting the coolest wash setting and starting the cycle.
“So, it looks like you’re naked for the next couple of hours, huh?” Tania continued to tease, and Louisa continued to ignore her.
Tania stood behind Louisa, who was still pretending she was solving the crossword puzzle. She brushed Louisa’s blonde hair away from her neck and then ran her hand around her shoulder and back again, then across her perfect, soft breast onto an equally perfect, hard nipple. She felt Louisa’s breath shudder as she cupped her breast. She leant down to Louisa’s ear. Louisa was still facing her crossword puzzle, but her eyes were closed. 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.
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Intimate Pilates
“She said she needed me naked so she could see how I moved. She said she needed to touch my body to correct my posture. She put her hand between my legs and told me about my pelvic floor. I had trouble paying attention, so I’ve booked another class for next week.”
Kara Bryn 