Nudity pictures or stories
“I obviously wasn’t going to finish my sculpture before the exhibition opened, so I decided I’d take its place. Having so many pairs of eyes pore over every inch of my body made it a more intense experience than anything I’ve produced from clay or stone.”
Relaxing by NicholasStavropoulos1:
“So, here we are then,” she said to Iris.
“Yes, here we are.” Iris felt distinctly less comfortable like this than Selena seemed to. She daren’t look around the room. She leant forwards, rested her arm on the table and picked up her wine glass in her other hand. She involuntarily glanced at Selena’s breasts again. For the first time, she wondered what they would feel like; would they would fell the same as her own. Her lips pursed slightly.
“Here we are,” Selena said, “Just two naked girls having a drink.”
Iris laughed, the tension relieved for a moment. Iris had always had a wonderful smile.
“Well, I guess we can finally call this a draw, can we?” Iris said, leaning forwards and picking up her wine glass.
Read the rest of One Up, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF
“I’m always asked if I’m embarrassed about acting roles involving full nudity, and I find it easier to show that I’m not than to try to explain.”
“Next, you are going to go downstairs, and tell everyone that you are free from the shame of nudity, and that from this day forwards you renounce all clothing.”
“I hadn’t been brave enough to undress all summer, but now, faced with what would likely be my last chance, I mustered all my courage and bared my body to the elements.”
Jessica’s breathing continued but Miss Ashdown felt a tremble in her stomach. “You can’t let him know that you’ve seen him in the shadows; that would ruin everything. So you decide to make the most of the opportunity that’s fallen into your lap. You decide that you’re going to give him the most passionate performance of your life and you know that, after this, he’ll be at the show tonight, and he’ll come and find you afterwards, and you’ll know that, if you want him, you can have him.”
Miss Ashdown felt Jessica’s breathing quicken: the fantasy seemed to be working. She continued.
“Now, drop your arms by your side, but keep your eyes closed. Don’t leave that auditorium and, whatever happens, don’t open your eyes until I tell you.”
Miss Ashdown took her hands off of Jessica’s torso and the student lowered her arms, keeping her eyes closed and her breathing deep. She was almost starting to drift in her imagination when she felt a pinch in the small of her back, and then Miss Ashdown’s hands pushed her unfastened bra off of her shoulders and down her arms and she heard it drop to the floor. Her breath shuddered and it was an effort of will not to open her eyes and close her arms across her chest to cover her breasts.
Jessica couldn’t remember the last time another person had seen her breasts. Her nipples hardened in response to that thought, and even more as she felt the cool air. Miss Ashdown’s voice was soft in her ear. “You can almost hear a gasp from the back of the concert hall as the object of your desire leans forwards to take in the sight of your naked chest. He can’t believe he isn’t dreaming. You want him to imagine what it would feel like to touch your skin, to feel your thin waist within his firm hands.”
Read the rest of Piano Lessons, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
“First we play for clothes and then, when they think they have the measure of me, we play for money.”
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 stilettos 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
“It was being unable to change my situation that gave me such a thrill. I prepared to give my last item of clothing to a complete stranger and leave myself at the mercy of events.”
“When the college principal calls you in to discuss fee payment, I find distraction to be a very effective technique.”
Kara Bryn 