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5h9GjDh by kernelkink

Hello friends, followers, and miscreants alike! Here's the part I know most of you are interested in: I've just put up a new ENF Photo Morsel on Tumblr! Go take a look here!
I swore I wasn't done yet! This one was suggested to me by ENF great :icontherafalee: and I hope they, and you, enjoy it!

I'm sorry I was away for so long- an intentional vacation blended seamlessly into one of the busiest and most chaotic times I've had in months. Rest assured I will be back with a steady stream of ENF content and responses to some of the kind comments and questions I've gotten over the weeks. Drop me a line if you don't hear back in a couple days though! Some things might have slipped through the cracks.

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In a sketchy, dimly-lit London alley, a thin man handed his female companion a thick envelope. “Your entire fee is there,” he oozed, in a Russian accent. “All $50,000 of it. Are you prepared for this job?”

“Yeah, I guess, man,” she sighed, in an American accent. “But this is so fucking obvious! Aren’t you worried we’re gonna be caught?”

The thin man stayed silent for a moment, only blushing slightly. “I’m not the most experienced at this,” he finally admitted. “They won’t even let me near the polonium yet!”

“Alright, fine, fine, stop the crying. I’ll do it,” the woman said. She snatched up the envelope and looked up at the Russian with her luminous blue eyes. “Just tell me the who, where, and what.”

The Russian pointed down the long alley, at a discrete side door. “Those Royal Navy women are always going in and out of that building. It’s inconspicuous, but security is very strict. The building has no signage, no information available on what’s inside.” He turned to the blonde woman. “I need you to extract all possible intelligence from the next Navy сука to walk this way.”

The blonde woman raised a thin, perfect eyebrow. “That’s all? I may have cheated you.”

“You are the best,” the Russian shrugged. “It’s as simple as that.” He walked away, casually dropping his wallet on the ground as he left.

“You have no idea,” the blonde hypnotist laughed, picking it up and thumbing through his cash. Then, she sat down in the alley, grasping at her knee and moaning and sobbing most convincingly.

It was to Lucy Webster’s great misfortune that she was the poor сука to next pass down that alley. She was feeling good- she had just picked up a new outfit, and was quite looking forward to an outing that weekend with her mate Christina. But she had some time to spare- so when she saw a poor, sweet-looking woman in trouble, her sense of duty and morality took over her good sense.

“Oh, you poor girl, what’s gone wrong?” Lucy cried, crouching down over her fellow blonde. The hypnotist looked up at her with a flash of her piercing, almost glowing blue eyes.

“I’ve just been mugged!” the hypnotist sobbed. “They clubbed my knee, and I’m sure they would have done much worse if you hadn’t come along!” Lucy’s heart surged with pride.

“Oh yes, they often come after tourists,” she sighed. “I’m glad the Special Relationship accomplished something for once.” The hypnotist blinked her teary eyes, her face genuinely confused. “Because you’re American, you know. It’s a joke. Oh, never mind. Did they take anything?”

“No, thank god,” the hypnotist whimpered. “They tried to get my grandmother’s pendant, but the chain is, fortunately, very strong.” Then, she dangled a sparkling, shimmering pendant in front of Lucy’s eyes, hanging from a thin, sleek chain.

“So very strong,” Lucy mumbled, taken aback at the striking beauty of the pendant. It swung front to back, spinning slowly but never stopping. Bright bursts of light seemed to explode from the jewelry, and it felt like the world was getting so much hotter and louder. Lucy saw the American’s lips move, but no words came out. Finally, the bizarre head rush came to an end.

“Hey, are you okay?” the hypnotist said. “You look as if you’re gonna pass out.” Lucy shook her head, embarrassed.

“No no, I’m quite alright,” she said, standing and offering the American woman an arm. “Please, let me walk you to a nicer place than this.”

The hypnotist, doing a stunning impression of an injured leg, rose shakily and clung to Lucy’s arm. “You mean like the place you just came from?”

Lucy blushed slightly and shook her head again. “Erm, no, we can’t go back there. Private business.”

“Well, you could at least tell me what a strong woman such as yourself is doing there?”

Lucy’s eyes snapped open, and a conflicted expression crossed her face. But it settled into a slight smile, and she winked at the hypnotist. “Secret’s in the clothes.”

Well, that was easier than expected, the hypnotist thought. She groaned in pain. “I think it would make my knee feel much stronger if you made a tourniquet of your jacket.”

Lucy hesitated- she had gotten in trouble with her uniform far too many times. It had gotten to the point where she would trust strangers with her bank account sooner than her clothes. But this woman really needed her help, and her eyes were just soooo blue and kind… Lucy bit her lip and took off her jacket. Tearing it into workable strips, she made a fine tourniquet for her American friend. But they hadn’t taken three steps before she complained again.

“You know, I think it would be a lot stronger if you bound it with that spare skirt you’re carrying,” the hypnotist offered. Lucy frowned- she didn’t remember having a spare skirt- but when she looked down at herself she was embarrassed to find one cradled under her arm. “Oh, frigate! I’m so daft, I’d forget my head if it weren’t sewn on.”

Of course, there was no spare skirt. Lucy quickly unzipped the one around her waist and let it fall to the ground. As she picked it up and tore it into pieces, she was completely oblivious at the excellent view she was offering of her panties and stocking tops. The former, embarrassingly cutesy and girly, white with embroidered pink hearts and ribbons. The latter, a bit sexier with lacy loops and whorls made of sheer black nylon.

After a few moments, Lucy sighed with satisfaction and lifted the American woman up once more. They walked a few slow paces together as the hypnotist examined the ground for any secret slips of paper or memory cards. Finding nothing, she collapsed to the ground yet again. “Oh damn, the skirt pieces didn’t hold!”

Lucy furrowed her brow. “They seem fine to me. Are you sure you’re-”
“It really isn’t strong enough,” the hypnotist interrupted, staring at Lucy with her burning eyes. “You want to be strong, don’t you, Lucy? You want to help me, don’t you?” Lucy felt hot and dizzy all over again- for a moment, she swore she could feel air gliding past her pantied behind. But then, she blinked rapidly, clearing the mist, and saw that not only was she fully dressed, but the spare skirt had indeed failed.

“Oh, bugger,” Lucy grumbled.

A few minutes later, she stood in nothing but her hat, shoes, and underwear, standing at attention as the hypnotist desperately searched her shirt for the secret. The American woman was becoming impatient- she just wanted to get the job over with at this point. And besides, this Lucy girl looked like she had spectacular tits.

“It looks like you have a really strong pair of knockers,” the hypnotist grinned. “Would you mind showing me that spare bra you have there?”

Lucy blushed, deeply this time. This woman was so blunt and demanding- a real stereotype for sure. But at the same time, the poor sailor girl felt powerless to resist her- her and those incredible eyes. Giggling nervously, Lucy unhooked her matching bra and held it out to the American. “This feels so… freeing! I haven’t compared sizes with another girl since my academy days. At least not with her knowing…” Lucy gasped. She couldn’t believe she’d just said that. What was wrong with her today?

It was in that position, with a deep blush on her face, topless, with her luscious pink nipples saluting the sky, that Lucy was caught. A shop girl burst from the same door Lucy had exited, carrying a clipboard. At first, the poor girl was so winded she didn’t realize what was happening, but as Lucy stood there, frozen, breasts free as birds, the shop girl took in a second glance and stopped short. Her mouth dropped open, and she raised her clipboard over her face, shaking with laughter.

“Oh my god, Miss Webster, I’m so sorry,” the girl spluttered. “I didn’t know you were engaged with a, erm, friend, at the moment. In our alley. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon.”

“Duty calls anytime, anywhere, Elizabeth,” Lucy replied, planting her hands on her hips. “Now, what is it?”

Elizabeth peeked over her clipboard, taking in Lucy’s stiff nipples with great amusement. “You put in an order for 20 more uniforms, but you didn’t specify if you wanted them shipped to the base or your flat.”

The hypnotist slapped her own forehead and burst into laughter. Of-fucking-course. She had misinterpreted Lucy’s hint- the secret was the clothes. This was the Royal Navy girls’ uniform supplier, and if they were all as dense as this one was, it was no wonder they were in and out of there all the time.

“You know, my ankle feels so much stronger,” the hypnotist said. “I think I can make it to the bus on my own. Thanks, babe!” She quickly gathered up Lucy’s clothes and dashed away. She took a mental note of what her report to the Russian would say later- “This woman lacked any intelligence whatsoever.”

Meanwhile, Lucy stroked her chin, puzzled. “What an odd woman. I’m beginning to wonder if she was injured at all. Ah well.” Lifting her chin and smiling, she continued down the alley.

Shocked, Elizabeth whistled after her. “‘Ey! You might wanna pop back in, first!”

Lucy laughed. “Nice try, Elizabeth!” she called back. “You lot make enough of a fortune off of me.” Then the proud sailor continued down the street, blissfully unaware of her bare breasts, jiggling obscenely with each step she took.
Intimate Intelligence (ENF Photo Morsel)
I hinted at this to my email subscribers, but for the rest of you, here's a surprise to celebrate the release of my second book! It's been in the works for a while- I've teamed up with some of my friends and idols  to bring you ENF Photo Morsels inspired and suggested by the finest in the ENF community! For more stories like these, buy my book and please leave a kind review at your place of purchase: www.amazon.com/Strange-Encount… OR www.smashwords.com/books/view/… OR www.smashwords.com/books/view/… OR www.amazon.com/Trade-Time-Othe…

I have an extra-special one for you today. My pal :icondaleksupreme: provided a brand-new image of my favorite Royal Navy girl as a starting point for today's story. It was nervewracking and strange to write someone else's character for once. I felt so trusted, though, that I looked Lucy in the eyes (and a few other places), swallowed my fears, and said, "Look, it's you and me, Lucy. Let's get out there and do the ol' Emperor proud." And I hope I did! I certainly feel happy with it, and I hope you do too.  
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Strange Encounters Teaser by kernelkink

At long, long last, you can pre-order my new book, Strange Encounters of the ENF Kind! It comes out July, Friday the 13th- an appropriately superstitious day for a book of supernatural stripping stories! Go to Amazon to pick it up- Or, here on Smashwords! Once again, I have Gao to thank for a wonderful cover! You can see a little sample of it attached to this journal.

If you would like a free copy of this book, you can apply to review it! However, I'm accepting serious review offers only- you will need to either show that you have an active review blog or be someone I already trust to review the book on Amazon or Smashwords. If you would like to apply, send me an email at kernelkink@gmail.com with your name or screenname, why you want to review the book, and any links to previous reviews you've done. You will have to acknowledge that you received a free copy of the book in your review for legal reasons.

Excited to share it with you all very soon!

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Alexa almost exclusively hung out with guys. She had about 12 male friends and maybe just 2 female ones. For the most part, this suited her just fine. Alexa knew that men and women were equally dramatic, but she could handle dumb, macho dude drama a lot better than weepy, catty girl drama. But being seen as “one of the guys” had its drawbacks.

She had a crush on Dave, one of the new arrivals to her friend group. But thanks to how all her other dude friends treated her, she wasn’t projecting a wisp of sexuality. Whenever Alex made the slightest attempt to flirt, the boys teased her. Whenever she tried to invite Dave over alone, one or two other dudes always tagged along. And she was absolutely furious and humiliated when, in front of Dave, her friend Thomas joked that “Alexa has bigger balls than tits!”

So Alexa made a drastic plan. She never showed off her body, but to end this ridiculous “one of the guys” image, she felt she would have to. Searching Amazon, she found a tight, black one-piece that had several cut-outs to expose portions of her midriff. Then she sent out a mass invite to all her friends, asking them to come over for pizza, beer, and pool time. Alexa anxiously refreshed the event page until she finally saw Dave in the “going” list. She hissed a joyful “Yesss!” under her breath. The trap was set.

That Friday, Alexa’s back patio was filled with drunk, happy dudes. She spent some time mixing in her street clothes, searching for her courage. Around 2 hours and 8 beers in, she found it. Dramatically, she waved her hand in front of her face as if she was burning up. “Whew!” Alexa giggled. “It is so hot! Let’s hit the pool.” Without hesitation, she pulled down her shorts and swung her shirt over her head.

As Alexa sauntered to the pool, she glanced over at Dave. She was thrilled to see the shock and excitement that filled his face. Truth be told, she was kind of excited herself, with all the dumbstruck, leering dudes all around her. She had a platonic relationship with most of them, true… but just for a moment, she imagined them swarming her, pinching her firm nipples and licking her from knee to clit.

Alexa shivered, and dove into the water. Laughing, a few other guys stripped off their clothes and jumped in the pool too, including Dave. Alexa swam close to him, brushing her cute little ass against his crotch. Just a couple times, accidentally, of course. On the second brush, she felt something hard pressing against her, and her clit swelled in arousal. This suit was so thin, it felt almost like they were naked, together, in this hot, crowded pool.

“Oh my god, Alexa,” Dave whispered in her ear. “Can we go to your room?” Grinning ear to ear, Alexa nodded.

“You go first,” she whispered back. Dave waited a moment, staring up at the sky. Alexa laughed despite herself. Clearly she had given him one hell of a boner. After Dave calmed down, he climbed out of the water and casually walked inside the house. Alexa waited a few moments, splashing Thomas as he took pictures from outside the pool. “What’s so important it needs a picture?” Alexa laughed.

“Well, you don’t see this every day,” Thomas cackled.

“Gross,” Alexa groaned, splashing him again. “But I’m getting out, and then you’re never seeing this again, so I guess you should have something to remember it by.” Hearing this, one of the other boys whooped loudly, and suddenly more than a couple phones were out. Sighing, Alexa lifted herself out of the water.

It would not be until the next day, after a long night of tipsy sex and Netflix binging with Dave, that Alexa realized what she had done. But as she strode before the party, dripping wet and totally naked, she had not a clue. Not a clue about her tiny bare tits and their tight, reddish nipples. Not a clue about her exposed pussy and the neatly trimmed black hair that topped it. Not a clue that, thanks to forgetting her swimsuit in her nervousness, she would never, ever be considered just one of the guys again.
Just One Of The Guys: An ENF Photo Morsel
I know radio silence from Casa de Kink is typical, but don't worry, I'm not dead yet! Things have just been crazy. Anyway- you don't care, you're here for the titty story! And I have a really good one for you today! Rarely do I write a story all at once and love it, but this one just flowed like sweet wine. Keep your eye out for some very exciting news tomorrow, and more ENF Photo Morsels down the line. 
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This one takes place at a cult compound, because I apparently can't leave those poor weirdos alone:
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Also, I'm getting kind of close to 2500 pageviews. Whoever sends me a screencap of that number or the first person to send a screencap of a number past that will get to suggest their own ENF Photo Morsel!
Send in your own pic or pick one from my massive collection, and you'll get a little story based on your own special prompt. 

For another, epic-length ENF story taking place among a strange cult with a mandatory nudity policy, try my first book, Trade For Time!
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5h9GjDh by kernelkink

Hello friends, followers, and miscreants alike! Here's the part I know most of you are interested in: I've just put up a new ENF Photo Morsel on Tumblr! Go take a look here!
I swore I wasn't done yet! This one was suggested to me by ENF great :icontherafalee: and I hope they, and you, enjoy it!

I'm sorry I was away for so long- an intentional vacation blended seamlessly into one of the busiest and most chaotic times I've had in months. Rest assured I will be back with a steady stream of ENF content and responses to some of the kind comments and questions I've gotten over the weeks. Drop me a line if you don't hear back in a couple days though! Some things might have slipped through the cracks.

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memfic Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2018
happy birthday
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kernelkink Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2018  Professional Writer
Thank you very much! 
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waynemiller-jr Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2017
Thanks for the watch
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PrinceBuffoon Featured By Owner May 11, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Hi there! Thanks for watching!
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kernelkink Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2017  Professional Writer
Hey! Sorry for the very late reply. I am a very big longtime fan of your writing, especially your tales in the Victorian world, or at least some wonderful fantasy version of it. I'm very happy to discover you still write them occasionally. 
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PrinceBuffoon Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Aw, thank you! I do still write Victorian stories from time to time yes, plus whatever else catches my fancy. Glad you like them and thank you so much for taking the time to reply!
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Thank ya for the watch~
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kernelkink Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2017  Professional Writer
Thanks for the art!
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Aww, thank you ^^
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Thanks for everything!Added to my devWatch!
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