More Naked Than Nude

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“Sarah nodded, determined not to shed a tear despite the unbridled anger directed at her. She realised, there and then, that she hated the Reverend Mother, and she hated her methods, and that, no matter what, she resolved that she would not be cowed...

Sarah nodded, determined not to shed a tear despite the unbridled anger directed at her. She realised, there and then, that she hated the Reverend Mother, and she hated her methods, and that, no matter what, she resolved that she would not be cowed by her. She might obey, while the Reverend Mother had all the power, but that did not mean she was defeated. Three days naked in a convent was humiliating, but she could just about survive it.

That evening Sarah discovered a downside of her punishment: in her unclothed state, nobody would sit near her at the dinner table, or talk to her as they walked to prayer. Being ostracised was worse than being naked. At prayer she crouched, ashamed of herself, at the back of the room, begging for forgiveness because she knew that she had done wrong. Yet still, as she had after Sister Theresa’s punishment, she begged for forgiveness for the Reverend Mother, because she felt the Reverend Mother needed it even more than she did.

Sarah prayed some more within the solitude of her own room and, slipping off her stockings, she went to bed, her mind dwelling on how such a small lapse had gotten her into such deep trouble.

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

Driving In (Nothing But) Heels

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“Marissa Luck
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“I pulled out of the driveway, onto the suburban road and cruised slowly past the few houses that dotted the hillside. I had never driven this part naked before and I realised that if anyone happened to look out of a...

Marissa Luck

I pulled out of the driveway, onto the suburban road and cruised slowly past the few houses that dotted the hillside. I had never driven this part naked before and I realised that if anyone happened to look out of a first floor window then they would be looking right down at me, and they would recognise me and the car. I also realised that I didn’t care what they thought, and the risk even turned me on.

Once I reached the quiet forest roads I relaxed slightly, but the idea that I had nothing to cover me should anything happen was thrilling. It was just me, my body, the roar of the engine and the wind rushing over me. I felt so alive, and the orgasm I had later in the privacy of my home was tremendous. I wondered if I would ever feel the need for a man again; my car and my dildo gave me everything that Tony ever had, and they asked for nothing in return, except the odd fuel stop and a new set of batteries.

So, yesterday morning, I decided to go for a drive, just as I had done on many other days. I threw my clothes onto the bed, slipped into my luscious black stilettos, put on my sunglasses and walked out to the car. I had plenty of gas to get me out and back, and as the sun was dipping the air was cooling to a perfect temperature.

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

Why Isn’t Everyone Else Naked?

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“Wearing nothing but a confident smile and the same white stilettos as the previous day, I stepped out from the screen holding my box of clothes. The researcher grinned. I felt more naked than I’d ever felt before as I handed everything over.
“Don’t...

Wearing nothing but a confident smile and the same white stilettos as the previous day, I stepped out from the screen holding my box of clothes. The researcher grinned. I felt more naked than I’d ever felt before as I handed everything over.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “Everyone’s nervous, and you look amazing.” I already knew that, but it was kind of her to try to reassure me.

The assistant pushed the door open for me and I walked through. It closed gently behind me and I heard the lock click.

Taking a deep breath, sucking my stomach in and pushing my chest out I took the last couple of steps into the main room of the office. My head was spinning and then, as I looked around, I thought I must be hallucinating or dreaming: why was everyone else fully dressed?

I’ve had this dream a hundred times before and I wondered if I was about to wake up. Heads began to turn towards me and I felt their eyes on my naked body. I froze and was about to turn and run for the door, but I remembered I’d just heard it lock behind me.

David, one of the senior partners, walked past me carrying a box file. I saw his eyes glance down at my breasts. “Hey, you’re looking good today Jen. Have you done your hair?” He kept walking and I saw a smirk on one of the legal secretary’s faces. My fight or flight mode was kicking in, and flight wasn’t an option.

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

You Want Me To Take Off What?

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““Where are you?” it said.
I smiled to myself and, rather than crossing the room, I sat at a low table, choosing a spot from which I could see her but it would be difficult for her to see me. There were about thirty or forty people seated around the...

“Where are you?” it said.

I smiled to myself and, rather than crossing the room, I sat at a low table, choosing a spot from which I could see her but it would be difficult for her to see me. There were about thirty or forty people seated around the room and one more person taking a seat didn’t attract her attention.

“On my way,” I typed.

A few seconds later there was another buzz. “Hurry up. I’m horny.”

I almost laughed out loud. Katherine had never been short on libido, and after a couple of glasses of wine… well, I knew what she had in mind for the evening. The bar was on the top floor of our hotel so we could be in our room within five minutes, but I figured I had some time to tease her.

“I don’t know. I’m tired,” I typed, “The conference went on and on.” I pressed send. The reply was almost instantaneous.

“The flight went on and on too,” Katherine replied, “But that’s no excuse.”

Katherine had flown in to join me at the end of the three day conference. Most delegates had just gone straight home, but I thought an extra couple of nights away would be fun, especially since the company was paying for my flight and the hotel room.

I didn’t even have a chance to respond before the next message arrived. “How long until you get here?” it said. Katherine really was in the mood.

“About 15 minutes,” I lied. I watched her throw her phone onto the table in exasperation and take another sip from her wine glass. Again, I almost laughed out loud.

“Might go straight to bed,” I sent with a smirk on my face. I looked up to see a waiter standing in front of me ready to take my order.

“Erm, can you do an Old Fashioned?” I asked him. Bzzz went my phone, dancing across the table.

“Si, signor,” the waiter replied. Bzzz went my phone again.

“NO!” said the first message.

“Me first. Then bed,” said the second.

“You’re that horny?” I typed.

“Yes,” was the almost instant reply.

“And you want me?”

“Yes!”

“To suck on your nipples?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Between your legs?”

“Yes!”

Read the rest of Hotel Rendezvous, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF

Sofa So Naked

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artistic-nudes-daily: “…you promised love … by skrde77: ” “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...

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.

Read the rest of A Very Grown Up Party, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF

A Free Spirit

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“Natalia Andreeva, by Alexander Prishchepov
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“I pulled out of the driveway, onto the suburban road and cruised slowly past the few houses that dotted the hillside. I had never driven this part naked before and I realised that if anyone...Natalia Andreeva, by Alexander Prishchepov

I pulled out of the driveway, onto the suburban road and cruised slowly past the few houses that dotted the hillside. I had never driven this part naked before and I realised that if anyone happened to look out of a first floor window then they would be looking right down at me, and they would recognise me and the car. I also realised that I didn’t care what they thought, and the risk even turned me on.

Once I reached the quiet forest roads I relaxed slightly, but the idea that I had nothing to cover me should anything happen was thrilling. It was just me, my body, the roar of the engine and the wind rushing over me. I felt so alive, and the orgasm I had later in the privacy of my home was tremendous. I wondered if I would ever feel the need for a man again; my car and my dildo gave me everything that Tony ever had, and they asked for nothing in return, except the odd fuel stop and a new set of batteries.

So, yesterday morning, I decided to go for a drive, just as I had done on many other days. I threw my clothes onto the bed, slipped into my luscious black stilettos, put on my sunglasses and walked out to the car. I had plenty of gas to get me out and back, and as the sun was dipping the air was cooling to a perfect temperature.

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

Teasing Texts

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““Where are you?” it said.
I smiled to myself and, rather than crossing the room, I sat at a low table, choosing a spot from which I could see her but it would be difficult for her to see me. There were about thirty or forty people seated around the...

“Where are you?” it said.

I smiled to myself and, rather than crossing the room, I sat at a low table, choosing a spot from which I could see her but it would be difficult for her to see me. There were about thirty or forty people seated around the room and one more person taking a seat didn’t attract her attention.

“On my way,” I typed.

A few seconds later there was another buzz. “Hurry up. I’m horny.”

I almost laughed out loud. Katherine had never been short on libido, and after a couple of glasses of wine… well, I knew what she had in mind for the evening. The bar was on the top floor of our hotel so we could be in our room within five minutes, but I figured I had some time to tease her.

“I don’t know. I’m tired,” I typed, “The conference went on and on.” I pressed send. The reply was almost instantaneous.

“The flight went on and on too,” Katherine replied, “But that’s no excuse.”

Katherine had flown in to join me at the end of the three day conference. Most delegates had just gone straight home, but I thought an extra couple of nights away would be fun, especially since the company was paying for my flight and the hotel room.

I didn’t even have a chance to respond before the next message arrived. “How long until you get here?” it said. Katherine really was in the mood.

“About 15 minutes,” I lied. I watched her throw her phone onto the table in exasperation and take another sip from her wine glass. Again, I almost laughed out loud.

“Might go straight to bed,” I sent with a smirk on my face. I looked up to see a waiter standing in front of me ready to take my order.

“Erm, can you do an Old Fashioned?” I asked him. Bzzz went my phone, dancing across the table.

“Si, signor,” the waiter replied. Bzzz went my phone again.

“NO!” said the first message.

“Me first. Then bed,” said the second.

“You’re that horny?” I typed.

“Yes,” was the almost instant reply.

“And you want me?”

“Yes!”

“To suck on your nipples?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Between your legs?”

“Yes!”

Read the rest of Hotel Rendezvous, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF