Sandy, Richard's relief driver, called Friday to tell Richard that she had put her little girl in the hospital early Wednesday morning, told her why and then added that she was just home to take a shower. "This is the first time I've left her since Wednesday," she said. "You can imagine what I look like by now! "Oh honey, I can better imagine how you must s...
I woke from a rumbling fart and eggy stench from the pillow I had been sleeping on. I looked up and remembered where I was and what had happened. Fabonita had kicked Carol out of our bedroom and made me sniff her gas while she took a nap, and I slept with my head on her bum. Her farts must have put me to sleep as well. It was now dark outside and well into t...
Everything was set for Ashley's surgery and her last day at Padded Bliss had finally come. Angela had been training her to get used to the toilet, even when she didn't have to go. To make it easier, Ashley had switched to pull-up-style diapers. Though she was still having accidents, both wet and messy, Angela was impressed by just how well she was adapting t...
Author's Note: This is a fetish story involving gross bodily functions. ***** My name is Emily, and I'm a gross person. There's something bizarre about my digestive system: I produce a pheromone that makes people horny, and whenever I poop or fart I release it into the air. I'm not immune to my own scent, either. I don't release my pheromones carelessly...
It all started innocently enough, nearly 2 1/2 years ago, when Katie entered the martial arts studio that I operate. At age 17, she was bright, bubbly and had the hard-body that would make any man gasp. She introduced herself, extending her hand and asking about the classes. As a matter of course, I determined through some basic questioning that she was on...
This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material and descriptions of explicit sex. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are fragments from the depths of my Apperceptive Mass and have no basis in fact. Enjoy!……B J W * * * * * The rain beat down on the windshield, as Robbie drove down the country hi wa...
This story is entirely a work of fiction. ***** The meeting was winding down again. But I came as I had been doing for the last several weeks, to people-watch, and there she was, standing across the room, talking to a pretty blonde woman with a healthy figure. It was hard to say whether she was in charge. But I spent a lot of time tracking Holly around...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is written in first-person subjective narration format. Most first-person narration stories involve an *objective* narrator, who describes events as they actually happen (but of course, the concept of "actuality" depends on acceptance of objective reality). In this story (as with most of mine) the narrator is highly subjective. She...
Author's note: This is largely a fetish story about people using the bathroom. *** My name is Emily. I'm an anxious, awkward person who has trouble making friends. In my mid-20s, I finally moved out of my parents' place. I ended up in a cheap, roach-infested apartment on the outskirts of New Rochelle. Two other girls were already living there. I paid m...
Author's Note: Please note that this story contains a few gross bathroom scenes. It picks up immediately where Part 2 left off, although new readers should be fine. ***** My name's Emily. In most ways, I'm an ordinary Biology student. I go to a small college in New York, near the Canadian border. A few months ago, my life was perfectly normal. And then m...