Please note this is chapter 2. While I hope you can enjoy this story on it's own merit, it really would be best to read "The Mud" first. Thanks... and enjoy. * * * * * Chapter 2: The Chamber of Lust All Hannah could see was darkness. Her senses were numb as she slowly began to regain consciousness. She could still feel it. She could still feel the 1000's...
**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...
Mimi was a student in her sophmore year of college an on he summer break. And she was thrilled to go to her first big camp-out music festival. She was into some awesome rock bands and halfway across her state was a huuuge 5-day festival. She was going to tent out. It was gonna be a blast! This was her first time out in something like this. Of course... She...
CHAPTER ONE: Teedla's Swamp Ordeal Teedla fluttered her light blue gossamer wings faster as she plummeted towards the swampy marsh below. She had detected something moving and was darting towards it. As a royal guard of the Faery Queen, Teedla patrolled the lands around the Fae kingdom rooting out evil. One foul creature amongst the playful Fae folk could b...
Chloe Grace Moretz walked into the spa room, ahead she saw Michael and a large pool of runny warm mud. She took off her denim jacket and threw it to the side gently, then she approached Michael and hugged him tightly from behind. "Hey sweetie, you okay?" said Chloe softly, stroking his arm affectionately. Michael turned round, returning the hug eagerly "Ye...
Previous stories in this series: Off-Road Goddess, Paddled in the Boondocks, Lunch With A Dominatrix, A Painful Test. * Pulling into the parking lot of my apartment complex one weekend afternoon, I saw my friend Mike unloading a set of new wheels from the back of his small 4x4 pickup. Oversize heavy lugged tires mounted on plain black painted steel rims....
It had been quite a winter so far. Above average snowfall, below average temperatures and it was only January. But it was Michigan. Today was quite a different story. The sun was actually out, it was approaching 40 degrees and some of the winter mix was quickly melting. It was Friday, and everyone was looking forward to the weekend. Some accident right outsi...
Paul's kayak, slid down the slow brown river. He was well into the holiday, to kayak the length of the river. It had long ceased to be the lively stream leaping in stony river beds, that it had been near its source, and now it crawled across flat sparsely populated fenlands, Slow and lazy between high reeded banks, on a long sinuous progression to the sea T...
The sun rained its benevolent radiation all over my bare back as the ocean's waves endlessly changed the landscape of the white sands that made my beach. The salty water was a pristine blue that sang with the currents and the waves. Sadly, I was too busy to notice. My days in paradise were numbered and I had to get all the tanning time I could. Why did parad...
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...