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#21
10-07-2008, 07:26 PM
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Would like to cam with you?
Hi I would like to chat with you on MSN with cam and watch you jump around share ENF
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#23
10-12-2008, 03:24 PM
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My ENF fantast part 2
Well the next part isn't as well developed as the first. Perhaps someone here could help me "flesh it out?"
The rush of feelings at finding myself stuck in this awful predicament dizzies me. But I realize I have to act fast! As well as all my clothes, money and ID, that camper contained my laptop, with access to all my accounts. And I had foolishly stored all the passwords on that same laptop! All a thief had to do was drive to a wi-fi zone and empty my accounts! Crouched there in the tall grass, I look around till it seems safe to scamper over to the tiny office-shack where I checked in. Desperately I dart from the tall grass... behind a bush... beside a dumpster... crouched by a parked car... all the time hugging my arms over my nakedness! Finally I reach it! The young girl who checked me in is gone. There's an older woman there now, in her 30s, attractive, in a mannish, athletic way, with short dark hair. I pound on the door, quivering and cowering, and beg her to let me in! She seems amused, disapproving and disbelieving all at once as I pour out my story. But she finally lets me in I insist we must call the police to report my stolen... well EVERYTHING! But I don’t even know the license plate number on my camper-van! The lady checks for my registration – I’m not registered! The stupid girl who checked me in didn’t get it entered in the computer! There’s no record I was even here! (Also, how would it be if the girl quit? Or if SHE’s the one who stole all my stuff???) The day started out sunny, but storm clouds have rolled in. The lady finally calls the police (“Hello? That you Carl? Linda on patrol today? Well thee’s a young lady here who claims she lost EVERYTHING!”) While we wait for the police, I crouch under the window where no one will see me and beg the lady to let me get on her computer. She thinks it over awhile, then finally agrees. Quickly, I access my accounts but I’m locked out! My passwords have all been changed! Whoever took my van has emptied all my accounts – taken everything! I suddenly realize: a few hours ago, I was a wealthy young lady – now I literally own NOTHING! Not so much as a pair of earrings! Or panties! I’m sobbing when the police car rolls up. Linda the lady cop makes me come out to the car so she can take down my statement. I barely hear what she says, all the legal-mumbo-swear-this as she gets my story down. Cowering in the back of her car as the clouds get darker, still trying to cover myself with my arms, I swear to the statement and sign it. That’s when the lady-cop tells me that skinny-dipping is against the law in this county – and I’ve just confessed to it! She takes me out of the car to handcuff me, but I break away and run back into the woods! It’s awful running naked outdoors like this but I CAN’T go to jail! Not like THIS! No home, no money. No ID no Cell phone, no plastic, no keys... and NO CLOTHES! And then it starts to rain....
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#24
10-24-2008, 05:01 PM
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SpyStrip's ENF Experiences, Age 21, part two
SpyStrip's ENF Experiences, Age 21, part two
[This experience happened exactly as written.] It is important to mention before going into part two, that upon “Maria’s” return to California, she got a campus apartment and finished her degree, and while doing so, got a job lined up for September, but needed some work, and a place to live, during the summer of her return. All of this matters, as she was about to learn the “final” aspect of just what turned her on. It was the combination of these jobs that she (and I) fell into her unique fetish of ENF that she craved. She lined up a job in the forest surrounding the city where she lived, and was a camp counselor for eight weeks, in July and August. She got this job by the suggestion of two other guys who were also working with her in September. That job was at a community college, as a teacher’s assistant. She was really a successful student, and unlike them, her duties included reading student assignments. She wasn’t their boss, but was of a higher grade than they were. There was a certain humor about it, because they had suggested to her that she get the job there, and she ended up with an upgraded version of their job. I was pretty jealous of these two guys, because they were going to be able to hang out with my girl at the camp for eight weeks, but I would get her on her days off, which were actually a 36 hour stretch of time, that rotated weekly. She didn’t have access to a car that summer, and I ended up being counted on to take her away for the time, which I enjoyed greatly. I would adjust my work schedule, and drive from where I lived the two hours to her camp, and usually pick her up around 8 pm, after she had showered and got ready for our evening out, and the following day and another evening. Without going into detail, but knowing this for a fact, I learned that my girl, along with the other staff, and on occasion, some of the women visitors, were spied on all summer while they took their night-time showers, by about 6 of the male staff, and possibly some of their friends who occasionally came up to the camp. For certain I learned that three counselors, two assistant counselors, and the custodian of the camp were in on it, and after it sunk in, I realized that Maria had been seen not only taking her shower, but also during her post-shower, ready for me to pick her up moments, which got pretty intimate. After learning about this, there remained another 2 weeks of camp, and I didn’t do anything to upset this situation, or get anyone in trouble, or even tell Maria. The truth was, I was completely turned on by her being every guy’s unknown centerfold, or whatever you want to call it. There were other justifications that went through my mind: they had all already seen her; I would have done the same; she looks totally hot; there was no way for them to get a clear photo of her from outside the building. I got more. But the bottom line is, I was spanking it every night to the thought of her “performing” for them. After camp was over, I finally told her, and she was genuinely humiliated over it. To make it worse, though admittedly, more exciting to me, she backtracked over the summer, and realized just what the guys got to see: Her getting ready for me to pick her up, so her putting on her most exciting bras and panties; her powdering and lotioning her naked body; her combing her pubes; her preening and posing. I never thought of all of that. But what really got to her were four things: 1) guys she had seen every moment during a professional situation (if you want to call a summer camp, “professional”, interacted with her, knowing exactly what she looked like naked; 2) the custodian, and probably his slob friends she had seen, had probably also seen her nude (that genuinely disgusted her); 3) some unidentified guy, had got to see her in the nude, and the thought of that really sent her threw the roof; 4) and this was obviously the “worst”: the guys she was about to see on a daily basis at her college job knew what every inch of her naked body looked like. But during the two weeks between the end of the camp job and the beginning of the community college job, as we discussed it, Maria became more turned on by what had happened to her. She continued to think about just how the guys had got to see her naked, and how they probably went to bed those nights, thinking of her as they masturbated. At the same time she was grossed out about it, especially the idea that the custodian’s friends had seen her nude, she was also turned on by it. She had fantasies about the custodian’s friends, who had a “biker” look to them, “forcing” her to strip naked for them and dance for them. She also wondered about that unidentified male, and who he was, and this took her mind into many twists and turns. Last edited by admin; 10-25-2008 at 12:22 AM.
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#25
11-09-2008, 06:25 PM
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#26
11-09-2008, 08:03 PM
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11-11-2008, 04:09 AM
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Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your lives are measured in years and decades. You wither, and die. We are eternal, the pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us, you are nothing. Your extinction is inevitable. We are the end of everything.
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#28
11-11-2008, 08:46 AM
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11-13-2008, 06:38 AM
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#30
03-17-2009, 10:33 AM
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Contacting "wherearemyclothes"...?
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