Hello, I am the enf_curator. I have made it my goal to search for various enf (embarrassed nude female) stories across the internet, and repost them here, on this beautiful website, in the hopes that these long dormant tales may be continued by the talented writers who have nested in Chyoa. ____________________________________________________________________...
Before we begin I want to give credit to Ardvark on mcstories. They wrote the original version of this story and I wanted to expand on it. This is not meant to take any credit away from Ardvark in any way! Here is the link to the original story, please check it out as it deserves the attention! https://mcstories.com/CheerleaderTakeover/index.html It was a bi...
We have developed a signal over time whereby I convey my interest in having sex and give my wife a decent forewarning to get in the mood. It was intended to be something that could be said around others that would still offer clear meaning to my wife. Lori as it happens is particularly aroused with putting on lipstick. All the better if it is bright red li...
It was the time of year Mother Nature breaks out her pallet of colors and repaints the Ohio landscape in brilliant Technicolor. A time of year that brings out the crispness of a fading year—summer is gone—winter's just around the corner. She wrapped her hand around his arm, and he pulled her closer as they walked down a quiet gravel road. A slow meandering...
I sleep with a bolster whenever I'm not with a girl. It's a habit I have, and it's the only way I can go to sleep. I know it sounds a little weird, but that's the way I am, and there's nothing anyone can say to make me change my habit. But the bolster I was hugging didn't feel like the one I normally had in my bed. In fact, it was a little more... substanti...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * A loving husband buys his beautiful wife yellow roses every year for Valentine's Day. I gave my wife, Helen, flowers lots of times but I only gave her roses on Valentine's Day, a tradition we started from our first Valentine's Day together. Our wedding anniversary, roses signified that Valentine's Da...
This is a follow-up to the story Sharing an Uber that posted last week. There is another part for Chapter 3 in the works. After that, we'll have to play it by ear. ***** Jackie was a little unsteady on her feet as we walked up the sidewalk. She plopped down in one of the rustic rocking chairs on our front porch as I fished in my pocket for the keys. My dru...
Diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, George forget his wife, his children, and his grandchildren. Continued from Chapter 04: She paused as if thinking what she was going to say next. Then before asking him and interrogating him, she looked at him with renewed sexual arousal. As if she was imagining him with her sister, she continued masturbating herself whi...
I'll never forget my first kiss. We were both 18-years-old, almost 19-years-old. A little late for my first kiss, but it wasn't her first kiss. There's nothing like the first kiss. I even remember her name, Kathy. For the life of me, I don't remember her last name, though. I remember that once I kissed her, I was in love, puppy love. I never felt anything l...
Look, man, everybody whines about turning thirty in private, you know that. I'm just honest about it with my friends is all. And it isn't just being thirty. Maybe it's the city and the tiny apartment and the bouncing from one job to another for ten years. I like it most of the time but it ain't where I thought I'd be when I was a kid. I never wanted to live...