Content Type:
Games, Bets, Dares, and Agreements, Romance/Friendship, Streaking/Exhibitionism
5,137 words (~29 minutes reading time)
Emi followed Becca until they were almost outside. “Wait, aren’t you going to undress?” Emi asked. She was tired of being the only one naked and was looking forward to Becca being a nude Resort Ambassador again, even if only for a little while. “Well, it all depends upon the situation at the gate,” Becca…
“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….
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…
