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Originally posted for preview in LOOSE ENDS 8 on 12/17/24, this final version may differ from what was posted in preview, including an all new, longer ending.

I have been working on this story for more than a year, trying to get it right. With ‘ENF', it's not easy to describe and invoke the tease, excitement, humiliation and thrill. The same with submission. I really want to get this right, and while I take my time with everything I write, this one will have extra effort that I hope translates to the story itself.The segment of people who like ENF, mild humiliation, exhibitionism and public shame is larger than you think, so you never know if a friend, coworker, neighbor or stranger has a kink. For what it's worth, and you know this if you are a regular reader, I prefer ENF, exposure, accidental nudity and tease. I really, truly hope you like this.

This is a work of fiction that has inspiration from porn, hentai, erotic toons, ENF themed ebooks, some stories I found online, and of course my naughty imagination. A few ideas were inspired by other works but the overall plot, story and character "Kia/Kiana" are completely fictional and created by me, the writer. Some of the plot is intentionally far fetched in order to have some fun, just enjoy and don't over think. ENF stands for Embarrassed Naked Female and if you read erotica, look at porn, you probably know what ENF is. No insult or offense is intended to anyone anywhere, all people should be treated equally, even those weirdos who like American Idol and actually think the winners are not pre-selected.

Any people, places, names, products or events mentioned are done so without permission or endorsement, this is a work of fiction. The pacing of this story is intentionally off kilter, fast then slow, erratic then romantic, and all to try to evoke what Kiana thinks and feels.

My name is Kiana and I am 27 years old, 5' 10" with long, wavy black hair, crisp blue eyes, and a fit, toned body I work hard to maintain. With full, firm 34D breasts, perky nipples, long toned legs, and a shapely ass, I don't have to try to get the attention of men... or women. That's not arrogance or vanity, it's the reason behind my problems and my current situation. I was a field reporter for a Jacksonville TV station. I worked my way up from intern, copywriter, assistant, and even weather girl. Because I have a nice body, am pretty, and try to always be happy, I end up making a lot of appearances and promotions for the station, some of which have been borderline humiliating, a few that were flat out embarrassing and a couple that I will never forget. It all led to the situation I'm in now, where they find the tightest, skimpiest, sheerest, and sexiest clothes, outfits and/or costumes to put me in on camera, live in public.

The first full on fiasco was at an Auto Show a couple of months ago where I stood next to an ASTON MARTIN for hours in the tiniest, skimpiest bikini possible. I ended up so aroused and horny, I literally couldn't think straight... or at all. Between all the stares, leers, looks and comments, combined by the bold, daring grabs and touches, my body was literally vibrating. Thank the Lord the micro bikini was dark blue or EVERYONE would have known how wet and excited I was! My nipples ached beyond belief, I wanted sex more than food or water, and I still had an hour or so to go before the next break. My producer was nowhere near, the camera person was gone, it was just me, my mostly naked body, and thousands of show goers.

Many of whom were getting bolder.

Crowding me, leering, staring, and touching my aroused body.

My pussy and the bikini bottoms were soaked, I was dizzy, and I needed to get laid. Normally I'm shy, somewhat inhibited, keep my urges suppressed, and was currently single despite my looks and body. Right then, at that point, I would have fucked a football team.

Where were the Jags when I needed them?

Another issue, as if I didn't have enough of them, was the miniscule bikini didn't fit, as if it was a size too small or something. In

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