A man is walking peacefully through a forest. (or woman) (or an older teen (16, 17)) You are out in a strange, alien forest alone, and have only the shoes and clothes on your back to protect you from the wilderness. At this point, the climate didn't seem too hostile anyways... You aren't exactly sure why you were in the forest again, but you knew for certain...
I see you staring through that small gap in the hedge. The amount of time you spend peering into my farm from the colourful garden of your secluded rural cottage, while your rich husband works all hours in the city must lead to so many muddy knees. Maybe you like that, maybe that's your thrill along with the voyeurism. I guess so, getting dirty appears to be...
This is a work of pure fiction. This is a sequel to a previous story, so if you want to find out how things began, please refer to the first story. Any similarities to any persons, alive or dead, or to anything you have ever seen or heard before, is a complete accident. My relationship with Nicole progressed through the winter. Finally spring came around...
**The following is a messy fetish story about a woman hired to be filthy as her job. Don't read ahead if you don't like stories of women messing themselves with watersports, scat, mud, trash, skipping baths, and general unwashedness. That will be in here.** Tara paused as she woke up. She was a touch nervous, and rather smelly. She hadn't washed in five day...
This is a super-nasty fetish fic. Warning for all sorts of nasty shit ahead. Mud, food play, watersports, garbage play, all that good stuff. Don't keep reading if any of those things don't interest you. Its gonna happen regardless. * It had been luck that Elana got this posting. A friend from high school had mentioned that one of her friends saw the postin...
It was some weeks after the now infamous appearance of Sarah coated in sticky treacle and feathers. The other grooms had laughed but had been kind enough to treat Sarah fairly as a friend and so the humiliation had quickly passed. What had not passed was the feeling that there had to be revenge on Hilary, she had been far too devious and Sarah had been caugh...
"Awright Evan move the light over this way" Jen said moving the camera around. " How's this?" I asked kind of bored. "Perfect" Jen said still pointing the camera in the direction of the marsh grass. "Cool." I muttered lighting a Paul Mall. "You think it's deep enough?" I pointed at the muddy ground in front of her. "Let's throw some leaves over it an...
**This is a filth fetish story and things will likely get gross in here. If shit, piss, mud, muck, stink, and general nastiness isn't your thing and you keep reading you will likely be very disappointed** After a discussion with Terri while they had both stewed in some muck Elana had worked out the terms of employment. Elana had a month before she started h...
Tilly sat naked on her little white stool, in front of her big oval mirror, watching as she played with her own double D breasts. She was daydreaming about burying her face in the sopping wet cunt of...KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Tilly was startled from her daydream by a demanding knocking at the door. Curious she skipped over to peek through the peephole, and jum...
He was up to his neck in loans, $100,00 to be exact, when he graduated Podiatry school. He had been there for four years and was well schooled in surgery math and chemistry. So he shared an office on 9th Avenue with another young fledgling. Business was slow for a while until his partner, with computer skills put up a wonderful web site, bringing patients in...