Anna's After-Work Special

Hey, so, I have just awful writer’s block on my ongoing stories (my path in At the Cabin and the one I’m working on in the background; Lily’s Monster Blog is intentionally supposed to be sporadic in updates), so I thought I’d try something new to shake that off. This is generally a story about confident, covert nudity, and getting off on the risk of exposure/punishment as well as the thrill of escaping it. Plus, y'know. Sex in situations related to all that business. If you're looking for humiliation or , this is gonna' be the wrong place. Anna is well-aware she's going to be nude, and if and when she gets some, she is going to GET some.

You are Anna Morales, claims adjuster, 26 years-old. You have a small house you secured a reasonable mortgage in the suburbs outside of Cincinnati. It’s a little bit of a commute, but you drive a hybrid and traffic really could be a lot worse. Most of your days are just working, taking care of your two cats (sisters, Elena and Yasmin, about three years-old now), and exercising before crashing face-first into bed. While it’s kept you fit enough to still wear your collegiate outfits, it’s also kept you very single. And you’re just … you’re so …

You’re bored. Tremendously bored. If anyone had told you that you’d be this bored all the time just four years after graduation, you’d call them crazy. See, in college it was always easy to find something (or someone) to do. You had lots of friends, guys and girls hanging on your every word, you were an absolute queen. But the workforce has been … dull. Sure, you make decent money as a claims adjuster, but you’re never going to be top of your field. It’s hard to do with a soul, and you don’t plan on giving yours up for a paycheck. Catching assholes or making sure the company pushes through claims of people who need it fulfills a lot of your needs to feel like you’re leaving an impact on the world, but your friends have whittled down to a handful of out-of-state college and high school folk and people who follow you on social media. Most of those are just thirst follows on your Instagram.

And while you appreciate the distant admiration (well, when it’s not too creepy), it doesn’t change the fact that you are. So. Fucking. Horny. All the time. It’s different than it was in school; there’s no network of people you trust keeping you safe, just the roll of the dice that any given person on a dating app isn’t a , a Neo-Nazi, or some other extremely fucked-up thing that’d put you at risk. Which would seem like an exaggeration is those weren’t things you’d seen your friends run into on the apps or things you’d bounced into yourself. With all your close friends so far away, it’s hard to feel adequately backed-up, and the people you work with are honestly goddamn monsters. David bent a report last week to keep an old couple from getting insurance after a robbery. What the actual fuck, David? At least Lisa was good company, but her family life made it extremely hard to hang out after hours even a little bit.

So tonight, you are going to do something you haven’t done since spring break 2015: you’re going streaking.

Not in the day, of course. Cover of darkness is pretty paramount. I mean, you don’t want to lose your job if you get arrested or something. But you used to love it, feeling the night air against your skin, your nipples stiff and muscles quivering in excitement, moving unseen from shadow to shadow without anyone being the wiser. Yeah, it’s dangerous, probably way more so than Tinder or other things you’ve sworn off using for risk, but … you don’t know, it just feels RIGHT. And it’s Friday night, the girls are fed and asleep, and the idea of stalking the darkness of your unsuspecting, proper little neighborhood in the nude just sounds too fuckin’ good to pass up.

PICTURE CREDIT NOTES:

Cover model here is Celeste Sablich, using a sample picture from her profile on Playboy Plus. Her material for them can be found here: https://www.playboyplus.com/profile/celeste-sablich

I also highly recommend checking out the miniseries “Roommates,” a fairly softcore, but very well-executed porn series she starred in on HBO. Given their takedown of all erotic content, it can’t be seen there anymore, but can still be found online: https://www.amazon.com/Roommates-Season-1/dp/B01N3TMIN9

So, if the cover’s doing it for you, please support her work! There’s more where it came from.