“I’m the one naked. I don’t see why you’re the one finding it embarrassing.”
On Your Behalf
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All-girl nudity or erotica
Give Them Time
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“I’m not sure the locals are used to seeing nudists in their streets”.
“Give them a few weeks and they’ll get used to it, and who knows, maybe a few more will join us?”
Where Nobody Knows Your Name
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“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this with me.”
“Why not? I’m thousands of miles from home. Nobody here knows me. But just remember our promise.”
“Yes, I know. When I come to visit you, it’s my turn.”
We Have To Dance To This
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“This is my favourite song. You have to come up and dance with me!”
A Game At Christmas – A Free CFNF/ENF Story
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It’s been a while since I posted a new story here, so I’ve got one out just in time for Christmas. And very Christmassy it is, telling of a young woman (Louise) who spends Christmas Day with a lesbian couple (Ellie and Kay) after splitting up with her boyfriend. They start playing an adult board game and, well, you can probably guess where it ends up, can’t you? But, as always, it’s the journey not the destination that’s the important thing.
You can read “A Game At Christmas” here.
I hope you enjoy it,
Kara
Overdressed For The Party
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“One of us is overdressed for the party, and it isn’t me.”
Peace At Last
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“The family have gone at last, and you’re not to wear a stitch of clothing between now and New Year.”
Two’s Company
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“Of course you can’t join in. Why do you think I tied you to that chair in the first place?”
Bluegrass And Bare Skin – A New Short Story
I’ve published a new short story about an all-girl band’s album photo shoot that takes an “unexpected” twist. “Unexpected” unless you’re a reader of ENF/CFNF stories, of course. It’s called Bluegrass And Bare Skin. Here’s a little excerpt:
“Fantastic!” Dave called across to us, “The more ragged Lyla’s clothes the sexier she’s getting.”
“That’s not the point!” I called back.
“Pop a jean button or two,” Cassie told Stacey.
“Do not do that,” I said, turning to Stace and continuing to struggle.
She reached around my waist and I kicked my legs to try to upset her grip, but Liv wrapped her arms around me and lifted me clear of the ground so that Stacey could unbutton my jeans. She slid the fly halfway down and then gave the waistband a yank until the jeans stuck on my hips, just above my knicker line.
You can read the rest of Bluegrass And Bare Skin here, and if you like the story then you’ll love my latest book Stripped By The Queen Of Pop, available for the Kindle.
Bluegrass And Bare Skin
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There’s no doubt about it: being the lead singer of probably the biggest all-girl bluegrass bands in the country makes me feel like I’m the sexiest musician on the planet. Looking around at the band and seeing the girls in corsets and push-up dresses, and then looking at the audience and seeing the men not knowing which of us to ogle first, always makes me feel like I had all the power in the world. The rest of the band says I let it go to my head, and I say: so what?
Now the time had come to expand past our loyal live audience base; to cut a record. And a great record it was too, full of heart and soul and grit, and sounding every bit as sexy as when we played live.
Kara Bryn 