Nice to encounter yet another The E.N.D. reader! That first story is near and dear to my heart. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. But what a terrible point in the tale to get stranded, right?! I looked those chapters up. At least you got through the championship football game, but then it left off shortly after that. In total there are 49 users online :: 5 registered, 0 hidden and 44 guests (based on users active over the past 5 minutes) It has become a source of pride for me that my stories, ‘The Exhibitionist Next Door’ and ‘Summer at Cache Lake’ found an audience. I never really intended to become a part-time writer. It sort of just happened. My original plan was to post them on ASN and let them be enjoyed there while I worked in the direction of self publishing, hoping that I might bring them to a wider audience. As you are surely aware, there is much to these stories that goes beyond what many enf readers were looking for. At times it seemed as if my target audience had a love hate relationship with my prolific postings.

Please don’t misread this post as a threat. I’m simply trying to use clear language to point out what should not need to be said because it should be blatantly obvious. When speaking with my children about drinking and driving or texting and driving, I use similar language. Sometimes one has to get a point across in terms that cannot be misconstrued. ENF and CMNF Blog as a thematic, categorized and annotated collection of media is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.This story was written by ENF CMNF Forum member mbsf13 (→ topic) and prepared for publication by forum moderator RunFreeRunWilder. I also wanted to bring up the discussion to the community, and in particular, authors, about posting a more browse-able version. As the first part of organizing for my personal collection, I combined ALL the posts related to any particular story into folders, one for each story. This includes all the comments from readers, and multiple-thread stories are in one folder. There’s been no editing, linking between threads, or any other changes besides physically (digitally?) moving related files into a single folder. Each folder is labeled with the authors’ name and the title (approximately, I cut out a lot of articles/prepositions). This resolved well. It was a seemingly good thought to preserve old stories, by reposting them in batch. But it’s an even smarter thought to preserve hosting-trust for the writers. Cindy’s thigh muscles were exposed, but so was her pussy. Her wet and SHAVED (due to fighting heat rash) pussy. The embarrassment ratcheted up when Cindy realized this. She overheard the girls saying: I’m surprised she shaves “down there”. Beavis and Butthead yelled: “SHIT, BARE-ASS TWAT!!! DAMN, WHAT A DAY!!” The prof shushed them. Most guys were just staring at her, not drawing. A few other girls were angrily drawing, the word “slut” was being whispered. The prof was having to yell at guys to draw, the girls to shut up, in that condescending way that weak pompous asses do. Quiet tumult best describes it.

Cindy is a 19 year old sophomore at California Junior College. Unlike most of her age, she knew what her career goal was. She majors in communication, looking to go into sales/advertising. She chose art/drawing as a minor, for two reasons: one reason being that it could help in advertising (planning ads), the second reason being she had a talent for it, and wanted the easy “A” she’d earn. She’s currently taking an art-drawing anatomy class. Good morning Ms. Steele. I was hoping to visit my safety deposit box this morning so that I can arrange some affairs therein”, he spoke eloquently, which is what the well-regarded man was known for, and Amy rather expected it. Good morning Mr. Roberts”, Amy Lynn Steele said with a broad smile as one of her most prominent customers approached her desk at the bank where she worked. “How may we help you today?” Synopsis: Cindy is a college art student. One day in her life model class, she finds out everyone has to be a nude model and today is her day. Based on a true story. Stories from days past, you can find masterposts for series here about older stories, you can also post your favorite older stories here as well, be sure to credit the author.When my husband and I go on dates, it is often at restaurants a few hours away from home because we have found that, sitting in the car, we can just talk; which is good for a marriage. On this one particular date, we were two hours away from home, but my husband had ulterior motives for the way home. We had a nice date with wonderful food, and even took a side excursion of doing some urban exploring.