Content Type:
Blanke Schande, Naked in School, Permanude/Prolonged Nudity
3,342 words (~19 minutes reading time)
The Problem of Grib by Steve Forrestieri (a Blanke Schande story by donnylaja) I love combing Lisette’s hair in the quad. It’s a thing we do every day after lunch. She lies on her back on one of the concrete tables, bends her knees, and lets them fall to the side, giving me a clear…
Content Type:
Only One Naked, Permanude/Prolonged Nudity, Romance/Friendship
6,732 words (~37 minutes reading time)
— Team Lunch — Emi awoke to the sound of someone knocking on her door. “Hey Emi, get dressed. It’s time to go to lunch,” Someone said outside the door. It sounded like Becca. Emi sat up suddenly and felt every muscle in her body, not to mention her head was a little hungover. “Just…
Content Type:
Embarassment/Humiliation, Only One Naked, Permanude/Prolonged Nudity
15,475 words (~86 minutes reading time)
— The Beach Party — Emi jumped out of her bed, naked, and quickly pulled a robe on. “Just a minute!” she said, scrambling for the door. “No rush!” someone on the other side shouted. It sounded like Su-Ning. Looking in the dresser mirror for a second to fix her funny sleep-hair. Emi opened the…
— The Last Normal Day — “I’m here, just a minute!” Emi shouted back, sitting up suddenly. Her head was spinning; she was still half asleep. She absent-mindedly tugged her swimsuit so that it fit correctly over her breasts and pulled the rest out of her ass while she tried to get her bearings. The…
Content Type:
Embarassment/Humiliation, Forced Exposure, Only One Naked
17,180 words (~95 minutes reading time)
— The Shrine — Emi exited the path and hit the beach. A quick glance showed that the path along the beach was empty as usual. Emi jumped off the path and ran along the beach. Suddenly she saw people up ahead. She skidded to a stop, leaving two trails in the sand and a…
“Head up, eyes straight!” commanded Hannah, looking regal, sitting up stiffly in the back of the rickshaw. She looked every bit the part of a half-naked queen, even her upturned breasts were jutting out in a decadent manner. There was classical music playing from a little box in the seat beside her. Emi recognized the…
— The Runners — Emi woke early, starving. Her robe was open and she was practically naked lying on her bed. One breast out and nothing covering her lower half. It was a good thing these rooms had locks. She had nothing to wear so she decided to bring her laundry to the scrub room….
— On The Plane — Emi looked out of the jet plane window. They were over the Philippine sea and there was a clear blue sky. Soon they would land in Taiwan and then take a propeller plane somewhere between Taiwan and the Philippines. Apparently, it was a privately owned island. She thought of home….
At 9:25 a.m. everyday I get into position. I’m kneeling on the blue mat next to the copy machine, a big Kyocera Office Station that takes a full carton of paper to refill when empty. It almost never is. I start work at eight o’clock and see to the whole tenth floor; all mail delivered,…
Content written on October 27, 2019 by Eoworfindir
Story Title:
The Little Bakery
Chapter:
Content Type:
Forced Exposure, Only One Naked, Streaking/Exhibitionism
2,470 words (~14 minutes reading time)
Amie followed Dan back down the corridor. She could hear music playing from the room ahead and recognised the track from her dad’s CD collection. Dan pointed out the machinery, deck ovens, revent ovens, roll plant and finally the bread plant which was being worked by a tall balding man Dan introduced as Steve, who…
Content Type:
Forced Exposure, Only One Naked, Streaking/Exhibitionism
1,841 words (~10 minutes reading time)
A LITTLE WHILE EARLIER “On one condition.” Dan smiled back at Emily. He knew what she was like. She had a habit of going a little too far and her past actions with initiates had caused one or two problems. “I don’t want a repeat of the Clare incident again.” Dan said sternly staring at…
Content Type:
Forced Exposure, Only One Naked, Streaking/Exhibitionism
1,572 words (~9 minutes reading time)
The alarm sounded, 3am Sunday morning, a soft mumbling groan emanated from beneath the pink bed sheets and a slender arm reached out gently, the hand flapping around in the air trying to find the repetitive noise that had rudely awoken her. The hand grabbed at the round ball shaped alarm and in one swift…
