Naked dares Stories

(Late 1990s) I don’t remember if we were planning to go for a bike ride when we left the house, or if we were just out randomly looking for something to do that day, but Brandon and I ended up renting bikes and exploring some trails around a small town outside of Orlando. We liked to find such activities to spend our days off together. Towns like Clermont and Winter Garden were often our destination for lunch or antiquing...

(Mid 1990s) Soon after moving in with my new boyfriend, Brandon, we decided to join a gym. It was my idea because I was trying to get into good shape while hoping to land a role in a small independent film, a caveman movie, in which the entire cast would be nude. (A story for another time.) Working out together at the gym became a regular routine for us (although, it didn’t really last long). But when this was a thing, I...

In our last story, "The List," Mikki and I created a list of sexual challenges and succeeded in completing four. With twenty more to go, we had plenty of room for both intimacy and excitement. Previously, Mikki and I had wrapped up the story by rolling a ten on the dice, which led us to the scenario "baring it all for the pizza delivery guy." Given we ordered pizza monthly and had scoped out one particularly good-looking...

(Mid 1980s) Standing naked at the back corner of my house, I peeked out to see if the coast was clear. Having to walk around the house nude was as exciting as it was daunting. Under the late morning sun, my thoughts were filled with the thrilling and terrifying possibilities of being seen. I stepped back from the corner to shake off my nerves and gather myself. The sensations from all the endorphins coursing through me we...

(Mid 1990s) For several months, I had been making the most of my freedom, using my friend’s office as my apartment and launching point into a new life. So far, it had been a wonderful experience, although I knew I was overdoing it, and taking some of my antics too far. But after several years in a marriage in which I could not even discuss my exhibitionist desires, let alone act on any, it had become my singular focus to...

(Mid 1990s) I was startled as a man came around the corner to find me standing bottomless, smoking a cigarette, on the sidewalk next to my apartment building. My breasts were covered by a thin silky camisole, but I was nude from the waist down. We both jumped with surprise. Knowing I was busted, I quickly attempted to compose myself, hoping to appear casual. I am, and have found others to be, more comfortable in these sit...