I Envy Your Nudity

Naked woman in a public square

“I envy you,” she said, “It’s wonderful to be nude in the rain.”

I could have strangled her: if it’s that great then why didn’t you just do it and leave me as I was?

We arrived in the main square. There were a handful of people, apparently tourists, and all holding umbrellas. The rain was too heavy to be outside without one. Some of them looked in our direction and pointed and muttered to each other. I folded my arms across my chest and tried to huddle in on myself.

“Are you cold?” Mia asked me.

“No,” I said, “I just don’t want to be here.”

But that didn’t seem to matter to Mia. Maybe I should have claimed to feel the chill and hope for some sympathy, but it still felt very warm despite the rain.

Read the rest of Interview With An Artist, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts

Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Naked

Naked woman kissing clothed woman

I put my hand to the top button of her jeans. “One button.” Pop. “Two buttons.” Pop. “Three buttons.” Pop. I unfolded the flap of denim revealing the plain, white knickers beneath.

“I’m so going to get you for this,” she said to me, but her eyes were sparkling.

“Er, excuse me,” I said, “Which one of us is naked here?”

“Yeah,” she said, “But you like it.”

“Oh, right, you deserve this,” I said, and I pulled at the top of her jeans and shuffled backwards down her legs at the same time. She squirmed even more, although that made it easier to get the jeans out from beneath her. I pulled them down as far as her knees and then shifted my position to sit across her thighs again.

I hadn’t realised quite how slim she was when she was wearing these unflattering jeans, but her thighs were so toned that I decided I was going to have to convince her to wear shorts and skirts a whole lot more after this. Assuming we were still friends after tonight, of course.

Read the rest of Take Pride, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF

The Women You Meet On The Train


“Been a tough year, more like,” she answered. Now she had my attention, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. “They make us wear all this,” she looked down at herself and I followed her gaze, right down to her elegant, shapely legs and the bright red shoes on her feet. “And we all know it’s just to keep the men occupied gawping at us on the flight.” I could see why that would happen.

She suddenly stood in front of me, feet together, one leg slightly bent at the knee and her hand on her hip. “They just make us look ridiculous.”

I looked her up and down again: she looked like a dream come true, but I didn’t think saying so would help. Nor was I about to agree that she looked ridiculous.

“This jacket is always pinching at the waist,” she continued, and as she spoke she unfastened the single button that held it closed, shrugged it off her shoulders, slid it down her arms and held it out in front of her as if she’d found a dead rat in her kitchen. She looked at it in disgust.

“Well, screw them, and their uniform,” she said, and she threw the jacket out of the window. I watched as the wind took hold of it and it flapped into the bushes by the side of the tracks. My first thought was that it looked far too expensive a jacket to be throwing away, but then the thought was erased instantly.

Read the rest of Passed For Promotion, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts

Unbuttoning For My Art

Topless woman in a cafe

“Well, it looks like we have a winner,” she said and she started to unbutton her blouse. I watched as she unfastened one, two, three buttons. I knew she was going to go through with it.

Then, on an impulse, I reached across and touched her forearm.

“No! Wait,” I said, “I need to think.”

“No time to think,” she said, her blouse flapping open to reveal glimpses of her perfect breasts. I felt myself become rigid in my chair. “Just unbutton your dress. Or do you want me to do it?” The seductive look returned to her eyes again. That was one step I wasn’t ready for.

“No! No!” I said, rather too quickly. My hands moved quickly to my top button and unfastened it, and then the second one.

Then I paused and wondered why I was doing this. The choice wasn’t between me unbuttoning my dress or her doing it, it was between me doing it or it not happening at all.

“Fine,” Elisa said and went to push her blouse off her shoulders. I still couldn’t believe she was going to go through with it, not with nothing to gain. Nothing except the thrill, I guess.

Read the rest of The Author, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts

More ENF Please


I’m feeling very good inside about seeing a recommendation on the blog of fellow ENF author A.D. Rowen.

Kara Bryn is, like me, a British writer of erotica. She writes that she likes her characters “to come out of my stories with fewer clothes than they went in with”. She does some CFNM (Clothed Female/Nude Male) which isn’t my bag, but the majority of her stuff is CFNF, ENF (Embarrassed Nude Female), and some brilliant ‘Only One Naked’ scenarios. As well as her books on Amazon, she has a website with exclusive stories and an on-going series (written in the form of a blog) about a woman tentatively discovering exhibitionism.

Works of hers that might appeal to my readers are mostly her collections Just ENF and Naked Women in Shorts. Fan’s of my character Becky’s nonchalant attitude towards being naked in the company of clothed people will especially love Dressed In Tattoos from the latter compendium.

A.D. Rowen has three ENF books published (to-date), so to get a mention from someone with such a good reputation is pretty amazing. And if you like my ENF books, then I can recommend starting with Best Friends With A Naked Girl, and then moving onto the sequel Love Life of a Naked Girl.

Mr A (as I shall call him) also recommended a few more authors, some of which I’ve read and some I’ll be seeking out:

Go and read the full post and all the reasons for seeking these people out here, and support a fellow author by buying one of his books here.

Best Friends with a Naked Girl by [Rowen, A D]

A Forbidden Dream


That evening, back in the privacy of her own room, she locked the door, pulled her habit over her head, and admired her figure in the mirror again. She wondered: was this what normal young women did? From the articles in the magazine, it seemed that everyone was dressing to impress the opposite sex, even if they couldn’t see it.

Sarah’s sleep that night was disturbed. She dreamt of herself in the convent. Only, instead of her habit, she was wearing her sexy black underwear and stockings and she had found some high heels like the girl in the magazine photo. And then, for a reason that made no sense, suddenly she was without her underwear, and she had to stand at the front of prayer in nothing but stockings and high heels.

And then she was giving Holy Communion, with each nun in turn standing and walking towards her to take the body of Christ. But, instead of placing the communion wafer in their mouths she would place it between her own lips, and each Sister in turn would press their lips to hers and take their communion in a series of brief, or sometimes prolonged, kisses. As they leaned towards her, the rough fabric of their habits rubbed against her breasts. And with each touch and with each kiss her arousal would grow.

Read the rest of the story in The Rules of the Convent

Anything To Seal The Deal


“Are you wearing a bra under that dress?” she asked me.

“Well, of course!” I blurted out.

“You don’t need to. Give it to me.”

“But… what? Why do you want my bra?”

“I don’t want your bra,” Elisa said, “I want you to be without it.”

“Hm,” I said, “I’d prefer it if I wasn’t without it, thank you,” I realised I sounded incredibly English.

“So you’re asking your readers to follow your character down a long path when you won’t even take a single step? Hm,” she said, as if mulling over the implications of that sentence.

Read the rest of The Author, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts