I was in the food court at the mall just a few blocks from my office. The mall wasn't doing very well since a new, bigger mall and a series of big box stores had been opened at the next exit, and half the stores were closed. The food court itself had lost two more restaurants, and there was a pretty slim choice of lunch options. I got a soggy sandwich from t...
**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...
The snowstorm was expected to be a doozy so I drove down to the settlement to pick up some things from the food market and get a full tank of gas. I was using the pickup and Sweetie, my Brittany Spaniel, was sitting on the seat beside me on her blanket. She was already wet with snow. My plan was to drive back to the house but already I knew I would have to p...
It was the 2nd Wednesday of the month which can only mean one thing...it's our "date night". After 17 years of marriage its fair to say that things had become stale. Actually things were stale 10 years ago and despite many attempts to bring a little spontaneity into our lives, I've resigned myself to being married to my companion rather than my lover. Claire...
Chapter 02 -- More Control These events are based on a true story. Please note that the dialogue of the Go-Go dancer named Jet is not grammatically correct English but reflects the kind of English spoken by some people in the country that this story is set. * I glanced nervously at my watch again. It was fast approaching eight pm, the time that we had...
"...the next time you go to pickup tickets you call up that movie phone thing. We would have the tickets like this," the redheaded woman snapped her fingers in front of her male companion's face. Her pale forehead all scrunched, forming several lines indicating her restless temperament. The man, equally pale-faced, stood a foot above her and just listened to...
Thursday On Thursday we saw the sun for the first time in two days. Up early again to go back to my place and shower, and then breakfast and we went our separate ways to work. I was decidedly certain that the day would drag as Tasha dropped me off. But I dove into work, and maybe because I was kind of dreading the appointment with people who shared mine...
Note: "This writer does not mean to imply that just because you are fat, old, short, and/or ugly that you are not popular, hot, and/or do not have love in your life. Except for Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan, who are just idiots, we are all uniquely different and special individuals." * There was something in the air that night as Wendy drifted off to slee...
It's a dark, stormy night. We've arranged to meet in a restaurant. I've arrived early, and am sitting in a corner booth with a glass of mineral water glancing through the menu. The restaurant's about half full, perhaps a dozen or so tables all with people paying no attention to anything but their food and company. The front door swings, and immediately a c...
Bridget walked in the kitchen and called him: "Slave, come here." When he had joined her. She said as she was peeing in his mouth: "My suitcases are in my car; carry them to the bedroom next to Diane's. Then bring my bag from the sex shop with some ice to the living room. I have a gift for you." He walked in the living room with her bag and a bowl of ice...