Nudity pictures or stories
“She said it would only take an hour to make a few adjustments. I don’t think she realised I had nothing on underneath. Over time, we became more comfortable with the situation than I would have expected. I’ll be back tomorrow with more clothing to adjust.”
“When I think of bareback riding I assume it just means without a saddle. Apparently some people have a much more literal interpretation.”
“I had to make such a rapid exit I didn’t even have time to grab my clothes. Now I had to get home, and fast.”
“Amongst all the photos from my teenage years there are some that I have to remember to keep separately before I let anyone sift through them.”
“After one night of naked table dancing in Majorca, I had acquired something of a reputation amongst a particular circle of friends. So this year we decided to give them a personalised Christmas card they’d never forget.”
“It was a fun fantasy: to take a naked walk around the park while the gates were closed. I’d gotten so carried away I’d missed opening time.”
I guess we should be thankful for whatever we’ve got at this time of year, but I’m very thankful we still have this video:
What a body!
“Nobody took any notice when I said ‘I’m just going to go to the bathroom and take all my clothes off’, but they certainly did when I came back.”
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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“Note to self: when someone says ‘if you’re so unashamed of your body why don’t you come to work in the nude?’, don’t rise to the challenge.”
Kara Bryn 