“Okay, I’ll walk to the end of the driveway, but no further. Now, give me the house keys back.”
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ENF (embarassed nude female) stories, pictures or anything else
The Chauffeur
StandardSkinny Dipping
StandardENF Story: The Empty Flight
StandardI’ve posted a new ENF short story in the Exclusive Stories section called The Empty Flight. What would you do if a beautiful woman came and sat across the aisle from you, and it turned out that she had a habit of, shall we say, expressing herself in her sleep? Would you wake her before things got too far?
“I’m probably going to fall asleep,” she said, “But can you do me a favour?”
“Sure,” I said, eager to please. I guessed she’d want me to watch her bag, although if anything went missing then with the small number of people on the plane it wouldn’t be the hardest whodunit in the world to solve.
“I sometimes get a bit… active in my sleep. Arm waving and stuff…” She glanced at the floor and bit her lip a little. She was so cute. I might just spend the whole flight watching her sleep instead of reading my book, I thought, and then realised that, yes, I really was a weirdo.
“Anyway,” she continued, looking back at me, “If I do, can you wake me up?”
“Erm, okay,” I said. I didn’t like waking anyone, and it would mean touching her, I was sure, and no matter how I did that I was sure to do it wrong. I couldn’t touch her leg, and her arms were bare so that would mean touching skin… I bet it would feel smooth and soft. It looked like it would feel smooth and soft. I tried not to stare.
“Thanks”, she said, “I’ll likely just drift off again. I just don’t want to get too deep and start having vivid dreams.” She glanced down at the floor again. What was she scared of?
You can read all of The Empty Flight from the beginning here. As with all the Exclusive Stories, you’ll need your password to access the story, and if you don’t have one then fill out the form below with your e-mail address and either a real name or an alias you’d like me to use:
Dissolving Clothes Are In
StandardI researched soluble clothes a year ago to see if it would make a plausible premise for a story. All I could find was soluble stitching, which most people use in embroidery rather than to spring nude surprises on people.
So I’m very glad to see that real soluble fabric appears to be a reality, as seen in this video from Amsterdam Fashion Week. Once I find out a bit more I shall see if I can come up with an interesting story idea, but for now just enjoy the video:
And if you want the artsy view of it:
The clothes were destroyed and often completely disappeared. The transience of fashion – captured in a show. The poetic statement combined innovation, performance and fashion into a well balanced whole.
Holiday Snaps
StandardPaint The Town
StandardThe Lady And Camilla – Chapter 5
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Chapter five of The Lady and Camilla is up on Literotica.
I turned my back to her and held my hair out of the way, making it as obvious as I could that I wanted her to unzip me. I couldn’t see the look on her face but there was no pause as she obliged.
“Oh, that’s so much better,” I said as I wriggled out of the tight dress. Even with my back turned I could feel both pairs of eyes on me as I stood there in my black lace underwear and stockings.
“This too?” Victoria asked, and without waiting I felt her fingers pull at the clasp of my bra and unhook it. I smiled while they couldn’t see my face: she was playing along better than I could have hoped.
“Thank you,” I said as I shrugged my bra down my arms and let it drop casually to the floor and turned to face them. “Under-wiring and large meals never mix.”
I could have been saying anything: they were both staring at my breasts as if in a trance. I didn’t have to contain my satisfied smile as no-one was looking at my face.
“Here,” I said, and with gentle but firm hands I turned Victoria around by the shoulders. I felt her tense as I slid the zip of her dress down, but she did nothing to stop me. I pushed the sleeves off of her shoulders and helped slide the tight fabric down her body. It dropped around her ankles but she merely stepped out of it. Neither of us made a move to pick up any of the clothes that were scattered around the hallway.
You can read chapter 5 on Literotica, and, if you missed it (or want to start again), chapter one is here.







