“It was the oldest excuse in the book: ‘I forgot my kit’. But it wasn’t so I could get out of the class, only so I could get out of wearing it.”
I Forgot My Gym Kit
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Nudity pictures or stories
Girls Night Out
“We were all happily married but we loved the attention we got when we were out together. That night we decided to take it to a whole new level.”
Ground Rules
“It was made very clear that we would never have sex, and I would never touch her body, but that she preferred to remain nude in her own home. These were rules I thought I could live with.”
Naked, But No Heels
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by Ilya Golovin
I looked down at my feet and shoes. I did have nice feet, and the thin stilettos did set my legs off nicely.
“That’s why I stay barefoot as well,” Natasha continued, “Can you imagine what I’d look like in those heels? The boys would think I was begging for it.”
Natasha had a point. Somehow, she was just naked, or nude, or whatever she might want to call it, but it wasn’t like a stripper was nude. She was sexual, but not just sexual. It’s hard to explain, but somehow sexuality wasn’t what defined her nakedness.
“But you must get guys chatting you up all the time?” I asked her, and that brought another of those quizzical head tilts. I translated to American in my head and rephrased it. “Hitting on you,” I added.
“Oh, well, sometimes,” Natasha answered, “But most of them are too scared. I mean: where do you start? As long as boys don’t get into a pack-hunting frame of mind then I’m fine, and, as I said, people here are friends of friends. And besides,” she added, “I usually mention my boyfriend Martin over there.” A nod of her head indicated a towering figure with a stereotypical American football player build across the room. “And that puts them off the idea pretty quickly.” She giggled and it was obvious she quite enjoyed handling the reactions her nudity provoked.
“And he doesn’t mind, everyone seeing you?…” I asked her.
Natasha shook her head. “Not at all, or at least he says he doesn’t, and he knows he has to accept me as I am. And I was fully dressed when we first met too, so it’s not like this is a thing he’s into or anything weird like that.” I couldn’t help thinking it was something weird already, but I wasn’t sure that I should think that.
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Desperate For A Job
“I didn’t have any experience for the job, but I was so desperate I blurted out that I’d do it naked if I had to. So here I am.”
A Stolen Bikini Top
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©Ruslan Lobanov
I began walking towards the open door, concentrating on not spilling the two cups of iced tea. And I blame the fact I was concentrating for not noticing that Sue had a firm hold of one tie of my bikini top. As I walked away from her the bow popped open and, just as I felt it loosen, the bikini fell from around me.
My shoulders tensed and I tried to squeeze my arms over my chest, but I couldn’t do that and carry the teas at the same time. I strategically positioned the two glasses and turned around to face Sue. I noticed Jim quickly point his camera in my direction.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked her, my cheeks glowing from a combination of anger and embarrassment.
Sue pulled the bikini top towards her and bundled it up in one hand.
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Going All The Way Up
“There were many advantages with having an office on the top floor. The duration of the elevator journey was the main one.”
Back Room Liaison
“We met in a private back room and made love. It was only when I opened my eyes that I realised not only that my partner had left but he had taken my clothes with him.”
Nearly Identical
“We’re identical in every way, but it’s easy to tell us apart: one of us never wears a stitch of clothing.”
What Will I Wear?
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Photographer: Davide Padovan
I nodded as she rolled my jeans down my legs. I sat my bare buttocks on her sofa and lifted both my legs as she tugged at my underwear and jeans, pulling them off my feet and dropping them onto the back of a chair.
I’d honestly never felt so self-conscious, sat there, suddenly nude. Lisa sat back beside me in her PVC dress and boots.
“What…” I began, “What am I going to be wearing?”
Lisa looked thoughtful for a second. “Do you know Tina?” she asked me. I nodded, although I only barely knew the girl she was talking about.
“She has something for you to put on,” she told me.
“And where’s Tina?”
“She’s on her way. Or at least she said she’d get her early.”
I looked wistfully at my clothes crumpled on the chair: I’d have preferred to have gotten undressed after my outfit had arrived, not before. Then I glanced up at the table across the room, laid out with drinks and empty glasses. I noticed what looked like a pair of handcuffs on the far corner and then averted my eyes in embarrassment. I don’t know why.
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