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It was late afternoon and Megan had just gotten out of the shower. She didn’t bother with underwear after drying off, and put on a top and long, flowing cotton skirt that ended at her ankles.

Megan stepped outside onto the lawn for a few minutes, enjoying the cool grass beneath her bare feet and the pleasant sensation of the breeze up her skirt, before going back inside.

She went into the kitchen, took a bowl out from the cupboard, and was about to help herself to some jellybeans, when her mother came into the room.

“I’m going next door for a few minutes,” she said cheerfully, “Maybe Josh will be there. Want to come?”

“Mom, don’t start,” Megan replied, rolling her eyes in frustration.

“I’m only trying to help,” her mother answered sheepishly.

Megan turned and looked at her mother. She knew she meant well and loved her for it, but didn’t like the pressure. Megan actually liked Josh. In fact, she wanted to go out with him, and was hoping he would ask.

“I know, Mom.”

Her mother came over, put her arm around her daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“I see how you look at him, honey,” she said gently, “But if you want him to come to you, you’d have to give him a reason. You know – make an impression.”

Megan’s mother gave her another kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll be back in a little while,” she said as she left the room and headed towards the front door.

As Megan searched in the pantry for the jellybeans, she knew her mother was right, but couldn’t really figure out an effective way to get Josh’s attention.

After a moment of searching, she found the jellybeans and put them on the counter. Without warning, the overloaded plastic bag split, spilling most of its contents all over the kitchen floor.

With an exasperated sigh, Megan carefully stepped through the mess towards the utility closet where the vacuum cleaner was kept. She decided to use the pipe without any attachments and turned the machine on to its highest setting, hoping to clean up the spilled candy as soon as possible.

As she was finishing, Megan thought she heard someone enter the room. Expecting to see her mother, she turned to see both her mother and Josh. Her mother had on the same hopeful smile she would have whenever Josh was around, while Josh was smiling politely. Megan meanwhile, was mildly annoyed at her mother for playing “matchmaker” again.

At that moment, the pipe from the vacuum cleaner, which was still on its highest setting, touched Megan’s skirt. She felt a tugging, but before she could react, it was too late:


In less than a second, Megan’s skirt was torn from her body and sucked into the vacuum, jamming the machine and causing it to turn off automatically. With her top ending just above her hips, she was now naked from the waist down.

With her mouth agape in total shock, all Megan could do was slowly look down at her exposed lower half, before looking back up. Her mother was still smiling, but with her eyebrows raised in surprise, while the smile on Josh’s face slowly disappeared.

“Um…I…uh…I have to go!” Josh stammered, as he quickly retreated towards the front door and made his way out of the house.

Megan helplessly watched him leave before looking at her mother, who was now making a major effort to suppress laughter.

“Well,” her mother giggled, “I know I told you to make an impression, but that wasn’t quite what I meant!”
ENF - Bottomed Out
A young woman gets sucked into an embarrassing situation!
For all of you “Mad Men” fans out there!
*Written by Bill Shepherd and Alan Tew (and Michel Rivgauche for the lyrics of the French version).

Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou zou bisou, mon Dieu qu'ils sont doux

Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou zou bisou, le bruit des bisous

Dans les buissons sous le ciel du mois d'août
Les amoureux glissent à pas de loup
Comme les oiseaux ils ont rendez-vous
On l'entend partout

Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou zou bisou, mon Dieu qu'ils sont doux

Mais dites-moi savez-vous,
ce que veut dire entre nous,
Ce que que veut dire "Zou bisou"?

Ça veut dire je vous l'avoue
Mais oui je n'aime que vous
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou zou bisou, mon Dieu qu'ils sont doux

Mais pas besoin des buissons du mois d'août
Quand tu m'embrasses doucement dans le cou
Car c'est curieux tu vois je l'avoue
Ça me fait partout

Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou zou bisou, mon Dieu qu'ils sont doux

Zou bisou bisou
Zou bisou zou bisou, des petits bisous

Zou bisou bisou!

Notable Versions:
- Sophia Loren (English version, "Zoo Be Zoo Be Zoo"), associated with the film “The Millionairess” and on the album “Peter and Sophia”, both 1960
- Gillian Hills, 1960
- Jessica Paré , “Mad Men” (AMC), Season 5, Episodes 1 & 2 – “A Little Kiss”, March 25, 2012

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It had just stopped raining and Katherine (or Katie, as she preferred) was walking to school. She had her raincoat on over her school uniform, but didn’t bother with her rain boots, as she hated wearing them.

Usually, she loved to go out barefoot in the rain and take it all in, but as it was a school day, there would be no time for that.

The rain had come down hard, and Katie paid attention to the puddles as she walked to school so she wouldn’t accidentally step in any of them.

She stopped directly across the street from the all-girls school and waved at her friends who were waving back and motioning to Katie to come over.

After checking for traffic and then looking straight ahead, Katie started to cross. She noticed one of her friends pointing with a worried look and another with her hands covering her mouth, but it was too late. Katie stepped into a large, deep puddle in the gutter. Her entire foot sank in to just above her ankle. Before she could stop herself, Katie’s other foot went in, and both feet were submerged. She could feel the water soaking into her shoes and socks.

Although it was only a second or two before Katie jumped out of the puddle, her footwear was saturated. With a sickening sloshing sound, she trudged her way over to her friends.

“Are you all right?” one of them asked.

Before Katie could reply, the bell rang and the girls went into the building. In the coat room, Katie hung up her coat and immediately kicked off her shoes and peeled off her soaked socks. She rung them out in the sink, but they were too wet to wear to class. Katie had no other footwear with her. Her running shoes were at the gym, which was at a different location.

“What are you going to do?” her friend asked.

“I don’t know,” Katie replied a little panicked. She didn’t want to get into trouble, but she also didn’t want to miss most of the morning to go home and get dry shoes.

Katie placed her shoes and socks on the radiator. When the bell rang, she held her breath and quickly went into the nearby classroom to her desk. She wanted to get there before the teacher. Katie received a few inquisitive looks from her classmates before quickly explaining what had happened.

As she sat behind her desk, she realized that her bare feet could still be noticed. She quickly took off her cardigan and draped it over her lap so that it covered her feet. She had to admit that she liked the feeling of the sweater on her toes as she warmed up.

Suddenly, there was the all too familiar whack of the metal ruler on the teacher’s desk. It was Sister Elizabeth, the oldest and strictest Sister, who was also the school’s English teacher. All the girls returned to their seats and sat up straight as Sister Elizabeth, with her ruler in hand, slowly walked the aisle, conducting her daily inspection.

Katie sat up straight, holding her breath as always, but was especially nervous due to what she was hiding beneath the sweater draped over her knees.

The elderly Sister stopped at Katie and looked her over until her eyes stopped at the sweater in her lap.

“Are you cold?” she asked, in her usual monotone.

Katie looked up at Sister Elizabeth, making eye contact.

“Um, yes, Sister,” she replied quietly, trying to keep her tone as steady as possible, “I’m feeling a little bit of a chill.”

After studying Katie for a few seconds, Sister Elizabeth gave a sniff, and returned to the front of the class to begin the lesson. Katie couldn’t have been more relieved.

The next class came and went uneventfully as Katie kept her feet covered. Eventually the bell rang for recess.

During recess, Katie and her classmates usually stayed in the classroom without supervision. She took advantage of the situation by keeping her feet out in the open, crossing her legs as she chatted with her friends. Katie actually enjoyed walking across the room feeling the cool floor beneath her and standing on her bare toes as she gathered books she needed from a nearby shelf. From the corner of her eye, she even noticed a few envious stares from her friends.

Though a small part of her got a thrill from the risky experience of doing something that was against the rules, Katie was a little disappointed to discover that after sneaking into the coat room to check on her footwear, that they were still too wet to put back on.

Katie was able to get through the final two classes of the morning with her feet hidden behind the sweater and not getting caught. She did however have a close-call when the teacher called her to the blackboard to solve a math problem, but was literally saved by the bell when it rang for lunch, before she could react.

As her friends all went to the lunchroom, Katie sneaked into the coat room again to check on her footwear, which was still a little damp. She sighed in frustration while she prepared to eat her lunch in the coat room, hoping not to get caught.

Katie heard someone in the doorway behind her. It was too quiet to be one of her friends. Fearing that it would be one of the Sisters, especially Sister Elizabeth, she turned to see who it was, ready to face her fate.

Katie’s blood ran cold as it turned out to be none other than the Mother Superior, who was also the headmistress of the school.

The Mother Superior looked at Katie and glanced at the drying footwear on the radiator, before looking down at Katie’s bare feet. “Is there a problem?” she asked.

She was caught. With a sigh and a roll of the eyes, Katie involuntarily curled her toes inward as she explained the circumstances that led up to her being barefoot in school.

“I see,” the Mother Superior replied after Katie finished, “Well we certainly cannot have you running around here barefoot. This is a drafty old building and you will catch your death of a cold.”

She motioned to the corridor. ”You can have lunch with me and I am sure your shoes and socks will be dry by the time the lunch period is over.”

Katie was dumbfounded. She had never even spoken to the Mother Superior before, and now she was about to have lunch with her. She took her lunch bag and followed the Mother Superior to her office.

Katie was relieved that the Mother Superior’s office was carpeted, as the hardwood floor was starting to feel cold beneath her feet.

The two sat on opposite sides of the desk and ate mostly in silence. As she sat in front of the Mother Superior’s desk, Katie self-consciously covered one foot with the other, even though they were out of sight of the Mother Superior.

After they finished, the Mother Superior checked her watch. “Well,” she said, “you can stay here until the bell rings.”

“I must say,” she added, “I am somewhat surprised that you were able to go the entire morning without being caught by Sister Elizabeth.”

Katie shrugged and grinned sheepishly as she decided to keep her opinions of Sister Elizabeth to herself.

“However,” the Mother Superior continued somewhat sternly, “you must remember that Sister Elizabeth means well and only wants you and the others to know the differences between right and wrong.”

Katie knew the Mother Superior was right, and nodded in agreement.

The Mother Superior sat back in her chair and pondered for a moment. “You know, as a girl, I loved nothing more than to run barefoot through the fields.” She then looked at Katie. “Is that something you like to do?”

Katie was surprised at the question and even more at the Mother Superior’s personal revelation. Like many of her classmates, Katie often forgot that the Mother Superior, along with most of the other Sisters, were people who lived fairly normal lives before taking their vows.

“Well,” Katie replied, “I’m almost always barefoot at home; I love to go out in the backyard that way, and I really like going to the beach, just to walk on the sand and in the tide. Sometimes I just like to take short walks around the neighborhood, barefoot.”

“And why do you think that is?”

“I guess I like feeling the different textures under my feet,” Katie replied with a shrug.

“Would it be fair to say that you value the world He has created for us?”

“Yes, I guess I do,” Katie answered thoughtfully. She found herself relaxing and feeling less self-conscious.

The Mother Superior paused. “’Put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground.’ Are you familiar with that*?” she asked quizzically.

Katie thought for a moment before realizing the answer. “Exodus 3:5 – When Moses was instructed to remove his shoes before approaching the burning bush,*” she replied.

The Mother Superior was impressed. “Very good,” She replied with raised eyebrows.

Katie smiled and blushed slightly.

The Mother Superior leaned forward, clasping her hands together on top of the desk. “You know, in most religions, bare feet are regarded as a sign of humility and subjection. In certain convents such as Convent of Las Descalzas Reales, Poor Clares and Colettine Poor Clares, going barefoot is obligatory*.”

“There are even Christian congregations of men and women that go entirely barefoot or wear sandals,” she continued, “such as the Discalced Carmelites, the Trinitarians and the Passionists. It is even customary in Judaism and some Christian denominations to go barefoot while mourning*.”

All the while, Katie listened intently, as she had no idea of the significance of being barefoot and the important role it played in humanity.

“So you see,” the Mother Superior concluded, “there is no reason to be embarrassed about our feet or any part of our bodies for that matter. We just have to remember that there is a time and place for everything.”

She looked at her watch. “Well,” she said, “The bell will be ringing in a few minutes. I am sure your footwear is dry by now. You would best be getting along to class.”

Katie rose and walked to the door. She turned before leaving. “Thank you for your time, Mother Superior,” she said.

“It was a pleasure, my child.” She replied with a small smile, “Please close the door behind you.”

Katie went back to the coat room, where she checked on her shoes and socks, which were now completely dry. As the bell rang, she put them back on and joined her classmates for what would be an uneventful afternoon.

After the final bell, Katie said her goodbyes to her friends for the day and headed home. The rain had long since stopped and the sun was out.

When she got home, Katie hung up her coat, slipped out of her shoes and went upstairs. She stopped by the hamper, peeled off her socks and threw them in before going to her room.

Katie lay on her bed to take a short break before changing clothes and starting her homework. She crossed her feet and unconsciously wiggled her toes in thought.

Katie reached into her blouse and took out the small cross she always wore around her neck. She looked at her feet and back at the cross, and smiled.

*AUTHOR’S NOTE: The quotes and facts in this story are taken from the “Barefoot” article in Wikipedia, the Free Encyclopedia.
Religion for the Sole
A school girl learns some valuable facts about something she likes to do for fun.

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She was the most respected legal secretary at the prestigious firm. At the young age of twenty-four, she managed the affairs of the senior partners, also making her one of the highest paid of the support staff there.

Prim and proper for her age, she dressed ultra-conservatively. Her black hair was always tied back into a tight bun, while her attractive face, most of which sat behind large, black-rimmed glasses, boasted little to no makeup.

Her daily attire was usually the same – a suit covering a long sleeved blouse, including a skirt ending below the knees, beneath which were black stockings and conservative black, low heels.

She was pleasant, but mostly kept to herself, while her co-workers knew next to nothing about her life outside the office. The younger male associates didn’t bother hitting on her, as they figured she wouldn’t be much fun. Most of her female co-workers almost felt sorry for her, as they assumed that she probably lived a fairly lonely existence, with her only company probably being a cat or two.

It was five o’clock on a typical Friday evening. After shutting down her computer and locking her desk, she put on her raincoat and purse before wishing her superiors and co-workers a nice weekend and heading out.

After riding the elevator down forty floors, she made her way through the building’s lobby and exited into the pleasant early evening.

She arrived at her apartment and received a warm greeting from her cat as she came in through the door – one assumption about her private life that her co-workers seemed to be right about.

Hanging her coat on the rack and stepping out of her sensible shoes, she headed towards the kitchen, as her cat followed. She refilled the cat’s food dish and topped up the water bowl. As the cat occupied itself with its meal, she headed into the bedroom.

She removed her jacket and laid it on the bed, before going to the dresser, where she took her glasses off. She looked in the mirror over the dresser and undid her bun, shaking her long, wavy, black hair loose. Smiling slightly, she moved to the floor length mirror.

She stepped out of her skirt and laid it on the bed by her jacket. Next came the stockings, to reveal long, sexy legs, ending with straight, long toes painted with bright-red polish. On the second toe of each foot, was a silver ring.

She enjoyed watching herself undress, as she slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. Once that joined the rest of her clothes on the bed, she stood and admired her shapely body. Now wearing nothing but a red lace bra and matching red lace panties, the only other items on her body included a small, rose tattoo on her outer right ankle, a sleeve of various tattoos starting from her left shoulder, ending midway through her forearm and a large tattooed butterfly on the back of her right shoulder.

She reached behind herself and undid her bra. Her sizable, perky breasts spilled out as she slid the undergarment down her arms. Finally, she slid her panties past her silky thighs down to the floor and kicked them aside. A small butterfly tattoo rested near her shaved vaginal area.

Now completely naked, she paused to take in her beautiful body. Her hands went to her ample beasts and she closed her eyes and smiled with delight as she gave them a gentle squeeze. One hand remained as the other slid down her velvety smooth skin and rested between her legs.

As her fingers gently caressed the area, a familiar warmth and tingling sensation began. She wanted to pursue those feelings further as she often did – but that would have to wait, as she had someplace to be and had to get ready.

She showered and applied a body spray after drying off.  She went back to her dresser, where she blow-dried and styled her long, flowing hair. Next, she meticulously applied makeup, including bright, red lipstick, purple eye shadow and black eyeliner.

She stepped in front of the long mirror, admiring her body one more time. After looking at the clock, she realized it was time to go.

She went into the living room where she put a small band around her wrist, which carried her apartment key, some money and identification.

Still naked, she went to the door, put on her raincoat and stepped into a pair of flip-flops. She blew a kiss to the cat and went into the hall, allowing the door to close and lock behind her.

Back on the street, she enjoyed the feeling of the evening air as it blew up her coat, stimulating her body. Eventually, she reached the entrance to the park, where she met her friends – a group of attractive young men and women that were either wearing similar coats or loose fitting hoodies and sweatpants. They exchanged greetings and small talk as they entered the park.

The level of anticipation she felt each time was always the same. She had many bold and daring interests and hobbies that would raise the eyebrows of her co-workers, but what she was about to do, was by far her favorite.

Once the group reached their usual spot, they went behind a large set of bushes where they removed all their clothing. She took off her raincoat and kicked off her flip-flops. Though most of the others kept their footwear on, she wanted to experience the night on every part of her body.

After counting down, they began their run through the park. While the others cheered and whooped as they ran, she simply laughed in ecstasy as she felt the wind on every part of her body as she ran, along with the textures of the grass and concrete beneath her bare feet.

Within a few minutes, their streak was over as the group returned to their spot and got dressed. Their tradition of streaking through the park on the third Friday of every month was done until next time. The Friday Streakers as they came to be known, were tolerated by the neighbors and the police and had even become somewhat of a tourist attraction. She didn’t care about being caught on video or the Internet, as she would be totally unrecognizable to any of her colleagues at the firm if they happened to see it.

After bidding farewell to her cohorts, she headed home. She couldn’t help but wonder what was more bold – what she had just done in the park or the mousy persona she hid behind at work.

When she returned to her apartment, she hung up her coat and kicked off her flip-flops before waving to her cat and padding into the bedroom.

As she headed toward the bathroom for another shower, she paused and smiled slyly to herself, before making a detour to the bed.

Her conservative suit lay on the other side of the bed as she indulged in the moment of passion with herself that she didn’t have time for earlier in the evening.

Case in point – never judge a book by its cover!
What Lies Beneath (Not Exactly ENF!)

There can sometimes be a whole lot more to someone than meets the eye!


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Marley loved the beach. She was lucky enough to live within walking distance from an isolated area that few people knew about. Today, she was about to do one of her favorite things.

Wearing nothing except her bikini, Marley walked along the path to the beach. She had put on her sun screen before she left home and had nothing else with her, not even a towel. On the beach, she would walk, maybe run a little, do some swimming and dry off on the sand before leaving.

Today, Marley was wearing a mint green bikini. The bottom was tied on each side, while the top was tied around her back as well as the back of her neck. It showed off her smooth, olive skin and curvy body.

It was slightly breezy and even a little on the cool side, but she didn’t care. Enjoying the breeze blowing through her long, chestnut brown hair, Marley wasn’t cold, and seeing that the weather was less than perfect, it meant that she would have less of a chance of running into any of the few people that frequented this part of the beach.

After walking for a while and letting the tide play with her feet, Marley sat down on the sand, wrapping her arms around her bent knees, taking in the sight and sounds of the tide.

She heard a sound from a distance and turned to see what looked like something running in her direction. As it got closer, it turned out to be a large furry dog, which looked to be a mixed breed, part sheep dog, with dark grey fur. Marley could see that it looked to be friendly, so she wasn’t worried.

She smiled and waved at the dog as it playfully ran in circles around her. Marley went back to looking at the tide when she felt a tugging at her back. The dog was right behind her, pulling at the string of her bikini top. Before she could react, Marley's top came undone as the dog continued to pull on the string.

With a gasp, she turned and stood up. Her ample breasts spilled out and the dog was now in front of her, continuing to playfully pull.

“No, no!” she said frantically, “Let go!”

Marley had one hand over her breasts, while she desperately clung to her top with the other. It was a struggle, as the large dog was pulling hard, not aware of its own strength.

Suddenly, she felt the string tied behind her neck give way, as the dog gave one final yank. The garment slipped out of her hand as the dog pulled back and sat on the sand playfully panting, with the item in its mouth.

Marley was now topless and had both arms shielded over her chest. She looked at the dog in wide-eyed amazement as it sat looking back at her, seemingly proud of what it had just done.

Marley slowly advanced towards the dog.

“Nice doggie,” she said gently, as she slowly put out one hand to try and take back her top, as the other remained covered over her breasts.

As soon as she got within reach, the dog stood and took several steps backward before sitting back down on the sand.

“Stop that!” Marley snapped, “This isn’t funny!” She rolled her eyes, realizing that she was talking to an animal who obviously couldn’t understand her.

Marley slowly advanced on the animal once again. The dog didn’t move as she got closer and her hand was almost touching her top. “That’s it,” she said gently, “Stay. Good dog.”

Suddenly, the dog turned and ran off without stopping.


The dog soon disappeared out of sight. Marley stood with her arms instinctively folded over her chest, although there was no one else around. She thought of heading back to the path and going home, since she was still partially covered.

However, this was her favorite bathing suit and she wanted her top back. The dog looked to be clean and well cared for. Marley even remembered seeing a collar with tags around its neck. With that, she started walking in the direction the dog ran in, hoping to find its owner.

Several minutes later, the dog appeared from behind a rock formation and came running towards her again. She could see that it no longer had her bikini top in its mouth.

When it got close enough, it playfully lunged at Marley’s hip, trying to grab the string to her bikini bottom. With a shriek, Marley jumped to the side, causing the dog to miss its target.

However, the dog was fast, as it quickly ran to Marley’s other side and grabbed the string in its mouth. With a hard pull by the dog, both strings came loose and the bikini bottom slid out from beneath her crotch.

“OW!!” Marley yelled, “Oh NO!!”

She now had one hand over her femininity while the other covered her breasts.

Again, the dog stopped a few feet away with the bottom half of Marley’s bathing suit in its mouth.

This time, it didn’t play. As soon as Marley took a step towards it, the dog turned and ran off with her bikini bottom.


She watched helplessly as it took off into the distance.

Marley just couldn’t believe it. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. She was now completely naked and stranded in the middle of a desolate beach. Without any clothing, money or even her phone, she had no way of getting home or contacting anyone for help. With no other options and having only her hands to keep her intimates covered, Marley continued on, hoping she could find the owner of that crazy dog.


The old man was packing up his metal detector and getting ready to go home. It had been a slow day at the beach, as he didn’t find anything of any great value buried beneath the sand.

Shielding his eyes with his hand, he scanned the beach, looking for his friend. The old man put his fingers in his mouth, letting out a loud whistle.

“Dusty!” he called out cupping his hands around his mouth, “Where are you, boy!?”

The old man smiled as the large furry dog happily ran to him. He crouched down and gave Dusty a hug.

“There you are, boy! What have you been up to?”

He stood and watched with curiosity as Dusty ran to an area several feet away and started digging furiously, before pulling something out of the sand and running back to his owner.

“What do you have there, boy?”

The old man bent down and took what looked to him like two bright green pieces of cloth from his dog’s mouth. He stood and scratched his head with one hand, as he looked at the fabric he held in the other.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. The old man looked up and was shocked to see the beautiful, naked young woman only a few feet in front of him, smiling nervously, shielding her private parts with her hands. His mouth opened, but he couldn’t find words.

“Um…Hi…” Marley said, “…I think you have something that belongs to me?”
ENF - Buried Treasure
 A young woman loses everything to a playful dog.


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