Playing Our Roles


“It was up to her to decide what she wanted to do with me, yet I had to pretend I was reluctant to be dominated, to pretend to fight back. That was the part I was never very good at.”

Ladies Day – A Free ENF Story


I wrote this Ladies Day a long time ago for Indian Outlaw’s Stripping Naked Story Board. I’ve recently been collating stories the I posted on other websites and re-posting them here, and Ladies Day has been added to the collection.

It’s a story of an aristocratic English woman with a rather dangerous addiction to betting on horse races. The introduction below is just a teaser and you can read the rest in my Exclusive Stories section. Sign-up is free and I’ll send you the password.


Ladies Day – An Extract

“But where was I… Oh yes. You see, I gave Mishka lots of pieces of paper with different horse names written on them this afternoon, and she has distributed them to many of the ladies attending today. Some have ignored them, some have placed bets and won, never to return, and some have lost at the first or second bet. Lady Jessica was satisfied to wager her jacket and she left with some of my money, but unfortunately I could not entice her to make a second bet.”

That part of it made sense to Lady Jane. Jess had won money and her jacket back and had sensibly stopped there.

“And then there was Lady Fortnum, who is now without a jacket. That one will soon be hanging in Mishka’s wardrobe. Unfortunately, I did not guess the winner correctly and so, having been given an incorrect tip, she was not drawn to place another bet.

“Then Lady… what was her name Mishka?”

“Lady Porchester,” Mishka replied in an accent that was even thicker than Sergey’s.

“Yes, Lady Porchester… Her jacket is now very tightly buttoned as she was willing to stake her blouse on a second wager, although unfortunately no more. Oh how I wish she had been wearing a… what is it you call it?… a bolero rather than a jacket. But unfortunately her state of undress is not apparent at a glance, and she retained her bra in any case. Perhaps if I had been lucky with the horse I had chosen for her second bet she would have taken a third and we would have seen a bit more.” Sergey shrugged with a wistful look on his face.

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Party Centrepiece


“I could hear voices around me, but I had no idea who or even how many people were in the room. I hoped no-one would recognise me, but was that my name I heard whispered?”

A Naked Walk


Since it’s World Poetry Day:

A Naked Walk

“Men only think about one thing,”
Of all advice that mother gave
This rang to me most insincere
Else why was she with father dear?

“Button up that top right now”
“You can’t go out like that”, she said
“Always leave them wanting more”
“Don’t go out like that, you whore”

So red of face she cursed and swore
When once the word had reached her ear
And father only wore a frown
As she bellowed loud for all to hear
“You dared walk naked through the town?”

Rather than endure her rage
“I’m going out,” I think I said
I turned my back upon the pair
And dropped my robe upon the chair

Bright the sun was in my eyes
Not the neon of last night
As I walked along the street
Naked and with no retreat

I rarely speak to mother dear
But now I’m known throughout the town
For the smiles and gazes that I bore
As each in turn they looked me up and down
And I studied carefully each face I saw
From mild amusement to concerned frown

And maybe some will call me whore
But one thing now I know for sure
That men and women, for all their talk,
Had last night nothing on their mind
Except to wonder how it would be to find
Themselves upon on a naked walk

A Naked Walk
©2017 Kara Bryn