A Cold and Naked Protest
I have a brief story tonight which I used one of those instant story makers to make in this one is an embarrassed nude female story that sort of becomes a CFNM story involving people protesting naked outside, the perfect thing for the middle of winter, enjoy! I'm also making good progress on my nudity virus novel that hopefully I will finish before the end of the month. A Cold and Naked Protest The wind off the Cook Inlet was a living thing, a razor-toothed serpent that coiled around the three women standing on the frozen gravel shoulder of the highway. Angela, Stacy, and Meredith, their skin puckered into a landscape of gooseflesh, huddled together for a sliver of borrowed warmth. Behind them, a hand-painted banner tied between two spruce trees snapped and strained: “NO PIPELINE ON STOLEN LAND. BODY AS PROTEST.” Three days ago, in the insulated warmth of a Fairbanks community center, the idea had sounded transcendent, revolutionary. Soren, the intense, bearded organ...