“I thought it would be fun to get naked at the beach party and dance the night away. What was less fun was having my clothes taken then getting lost on the way back to the hotel.”
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Nudity pictures or stories
Bare Skin And Cold Steel
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She put her hands on my hips to raise herself up again. I jumped at the sensation of her warm hands on my bare skin. It was such a contrast to the still cold steel around my ankles and wrists.
“Now,” she said, “How does that feel.”
Her eyes were sparkling and I felt as if she had admitted me into some kind of inner circle. I wasn’t used to being so… accepted and it made me feel warm inside, but my skin was tingling at the realisation that I was nude and helpless, for the moment at least.
“Even… odder,” I said, “I feel… I feel so naked.”
Lisa smiled as if that was exactly what she wanted.
“In case you hadn’t noticed,” she said, “You are naked.”
We both laughed and I took another nervous sip from my glass.
“Here,” she said, and with one hand firmly on the small of my back and another more gently touching my stomach she pushed me gently backwards and I let myself sink down onto the sofa.
Read the rest of A Very Grown-Up Party, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF
How About A Naked Pose?
“It’s usually the artist who has to convince the reluctant model to pose naked, not the other way around.”
The Essence Of Sexuality
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Romee Strijd
Miss Ashdown watched as Jessica caressed the keys and the piano sang in response. She envied her for her passion and, perhaps a little, for her physique too as she moved up and down the scales. She noticed how Jessica moved her position on the stool to stimulate her body yet further, how she would lean into the piano as if she wanted to climb on top of it, and she could feel the essence of the young woman’s sexuality in every passage she played.
Finally, Jessica was finished and, again, she sat with her eyes closed and her fingers and her toes resting lightly on the keys and pedals. Miss Ashdown broke the spell with a gentle touch of Jessica’s forearm.
“That was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” she told her student.
Jessica opened her eyes and smiled dreamily. Oh, how she wished there really was her mystery man in the audience, ready to make love to and to bring her own performance to a crescendo.
Miss Ashdown smiled back at the girl and waited for her to recover. She watched her young, bare breasts rise and fall, with just the hint of a shudder from deep within. Finally Jessica spoke.
“Miss Ashdown?”
“Yes, Jessica?”
“Does this mean…” she said, looking down at her naked body, “Does this mean I have to take lessons like this from now on?”
Read the rest of Piano Lessons, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
So That’s Why I’m Naked
“I had to tell the story over and over again that night, the story of how I had lost my clothes, and what I had to do to get them back. Every single person asked ‘But did you really have to go through with it?’, but I’m a woman of my word.”
It Started With A Kiss
“As soon as we began to kiss I knew she could feel I was wearing nothing beneath this dress, and if that wasn’t an invite to get rid of it then I don’t know what would be.”
Stockings And Devotion
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She walked to the chapel and knelt in place for afternoon prayer. As she bent at the knees she paid special attention to keep her habit covering the backs of her heels lest the fabric of her sheer nylon stockings became exposed. Still, the prayer session passed without incident and, if anything, Sarah felt that consciousness of her predicament only enhanced her concentration. If it was possible to pray harder than usual, then she did so: for herself, for Sister Theresa and her error of judgement, and for the Reverend Mother, to ask for forgiveness for the way she had punished Theresa.
Following prayer Sarah set herself about her newly assigned role. She found the watering cans and diligently watered each of the flower beds and all of the pots. She saw Theresa walking around the courtyard, but, after what she had witnessed from her that morning, she felt too ashamed on Theresa’s behalf to approach her and ask about her full set of duties. Watering would be enough for today, and tomorrow she would find out what else her new job might entail. The plants weren’t going to die overnight.
As Sarah sat and ate dinner with the other nuns she felt a growing sense of confidence inside of her. Firstly, she now had a place in the convent, a purpose, even if it was the simplest of tasks. But secondly, she had a secret that none of them knew: that beneath her habit was a sexy, young woman in black lingerie and stockings; a woman who would be the object of desire of any man alive. The article had told her so. She smiled to herself.
Read the rest of the story in The Rules of the Convent
Opportunity
“I’ve been trying to catch the eye of one guy in my building for months. The only thing I know about him is what day he brings his washing down, so here goes.”
Who Knew?
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Oh dear, Susan thought to herself, bad Susan. No Susan. And then she started chuckling. Because if no-one could see them… why wear them at all?
“Are you having fun in there? Dare I ask?…” Marian’s voice came from outside.
“Just buttoning up!” Susan lied, standing still naked. Quickly, before she could change her mind, she picked up her old knickers and bra and shoved them into the flip-top bin in the corner of the changing room. She looked herself in the eye in the mirror. “You’re really doing this,” she whispered, and picked up the coat, put her arms in the sleeves, and carefully buttoned up all but the top two and the bottom two buttons. With the belt tied it was secure, and she looked down at her old shoes. Not long for you now, she thought as she slipped them on, wishing she could take Marian’s stilettoes instead.
Susan examined herself briefly in the mirror. Nothing appeared different from the way she had looked when she came in. She could just as well be wearing underwear, a low-cut top and a short skirt… She could be, but she wasn’t.
Read the rest of the story in Changing Rooms
Close My Eyes
“Even with my eyes closed I could feel the attention on my skin. It was as thrilling as it was terrifying.”
Kara Bryn 