"You're sure you're okay with this, Aaron?" Aaron, dressed in bright yellow wellies, skin-tight jeans, and a crisp white tee clutched her face between his hands and gave Lilly a lingering kiss. "Sweetheart, I was the one who offered. Don't be getting any ideas that I want this any less than you two." Lilly nodded. John, to her right, squeezed her hand re...
**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...
Dezicra groaned as she stumbled through the Westmeyer woods. Pushing aside brambles and branches, she made her way to a sacred and secret place deep within. Her body felt weak, and her bruises and cuts weighed heavily on her posture. The battle had been fierce, and many orcs of her tribe had fallen to the human skirmishers they'd met, but when the last blow...
**If this is your first worst maid ever... Why? But if so, be warned, ahead lie assorted nasty kinks. Watersports, scat, mud, garbage, unwashed stink, and then using all of those to masturbate (somehow, sooner or later). You can read along if you don't like those things. You won't like this story.** * Elana sighed as she woke up. She was in her bed again w...
To the readers who follow my stories: I like to write a fluff story once in a while. Just kind of write what comes into my mind. This is one of them. I do want to thank LadyCibelle and Techsan for editing my stories. They are the ones that make my story a much better read. * Here I am a senior in college and this science professor thinks we're all grade s...
The fire rose into the night, twisting and turning. It threw embers to the sky, its heat and light drawing the crowd like human moths to a giant candle. And like the fire, those people too, twisted and turned their bodies in constant motion, dancing to a driving rhythm that was more than the music blaring from speakers. It was the rhythm of the fire, old as...
Bob Harlan was in the barn working on his old tractor. The fuel pump was acting up again and it was time to rebuild it. He had it torn apart on the workbench. The sound of a car in the driveway made him look up and then stand up. He was grinning as he walked to the small backdoor of the barn and opened it. The little bright blue car came around the side of...
That night I stood in wait. Various insects chirped their territorial mating calls while fire flies flashed their indecipherable code. My choice of wardrobe seemed to be inappropriate for my surroundings. I had chosen a black party dress that I had specifically tailored for my needs. I specifically chose a satin halter neck design that came down mere inches...
Dezicra groaned as she made her way through the Westmeyer woods. Pushing aside brambles and branches, she made her way to a sacred and secret place deep within. Her body felt weak, and her bruises and cuts weighed heavily on her posture. The battle had been fierce, and many orcs of her tribe had fallen to the human skirmishers they'd met, but when the last b...
**A continuation to my last story with a woman at a farm getting off to pig shit, this one introduces an old friend of Mary's... Turns out she also can get off to the same things. So be forewarned to messy scat, mud, smelly, lesbian themes** ***** Mary waited by the train station. A friend from high school named Sam was coming by. She had been a model, but...