"Fantastic viewing figures and great feedback," said Freya, sipping a bright pink cocktail on her sunbed in the Maldives. "Congratulations yet again, girls, a wonderful start to series three." Kate had invited Amber over to her penthouse flat in Wap...

Kate Connor stepped out onto the wraparound balcony of her new apartment, felt the previous evening's rain still damp under her bare feet, and looked along the Thames to Tower Bridge. She had a panoramic view of the river, all the way from Parliament...

Patrick had made a huge mistake by thinking his wife Felicity was having an affair with her office colleague. In reality she'd been learning the art of clowning from her colleague who also turned out to be a woman and not a man as he'd assumed. After...

Note: This was intended to be the last instalment, but as I went through the epilogue I found myself expanding the final sections (or perhaps part of me finds it hard to let go of this series after all this time). Either way, I eventually realised th...

Miss Lime and the Racing Bunnies Callie stood nervously, her hands tied behind her back, the weight of the goo covering her naked body. Her eyes followed the chain that connected the collar around her neck to the hand of Miss Lime. Who smiled, p...

Note: At last, after many, many years, I've finally reached the series finale. Well, there's an epilogue that'll follow next week, but this chapter marks the end of the game, and is the first chapter to have never been posted online before. It's fair...

Mark was very surprised to receive an e mail from FKUC an organisation for whom he had worked some time ago as a tutor in Slapstick Studies. It was a little more technical than that, but that's how a number of his students at the time viewed his role...

Callie flinched as a fingernail ran up the length of the sole of her stocking clad foot. The string tied to her big toe went taut and from above her came a rattle. She glanced up, but the catch remained closed. Ruby giggled at Callie's nervous sig...

Note: If you prefer to read these chapters in stages, the 'decision time' moment comes at around the halfway point. Back when I first tried to post this series online, this was as far as I got before the site went down (RIP ecgunge). Next week will b...

"Hi, I'm a long-retired children's gameshow presenter, and this is The Messy Show! The show with messy games and even messier punishments." I gulped when I heard the host say that to the studio audience. I hate getting messy! Why did I sign up for th...

My Ex knew I loved wearing a sailor suit and enjoyed watching me get turned on by getting wet as well. One day he left a note when I came home from work telling me to put on a white sailor suit. I knew when, I saw the note, he was horny so I was happ...

The wind cut through the empty car park like a blade, sending loose leaves skittering across the concrete and tugging at anything not firmly secured. Frost clung stubbornly to the railings, and each breath came out in pale clouds. "Alright, we're liv...

Rain-Soaked Cop The sky had been a gentle blue just moments ago, a calm before that oh so sudden storm, when Alex stepped out of the police station, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the city streets. It had been getting towards the...

Author's note: This is the first chapter in a series that stemmed from a short story that I loosely based on something I wrote for Wam Story Archive a long, long time ago before it got shut down. This series was created and posted by me on Tellygunge...

Ayana stood beneath the ancient cherry trees, the last of the blossoms still clinging to the highest boughs, but just a shadow of the stunning display they'd given last weekend during the height of the Sakura Festival. She shivered in the cool breeze...

The Story So Far: The game nears its conclusion. No team has ever won, but the three remaining contestants have made it to the final stage, with one last barrier between them and freedom. One of them, however, has a secret. Having made a deal to avoi...

The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when the cowboy rode up to The Iron Hound, a squat, grimy building tucked off the edge of the highway. He'd been chasing a tip all day and, tired and dusty, thought a cold beer might help him shake off the...

I had been the area manager for a group of restaurants for about five years, having been promoted through the ranks from having been a waiter as a summer job. The restaurants were pretty basic family establishments, you would know the sort where you...

The story so far (which you can read 'Restaurant Rewards' in the Story Archive) ... Simon was the area manager for a chain of restaurants, one of his sites was managed by Sharon who had arranged a messy dinner as a reward to her staff for good sales...

Following on from Sharon's Revenge, an opportunity to visit a bakery is something that cannot be turned down with messy results! Chapter 1 - A Light Bulb Moment I am Simon Ashden, and up until very recently I had never known what WAM was or tha...

Chapter 4 - Quicksand! We left Hilary lying on the floor in her filled wetsuit, we could tell by the look in her eyes that this was far from torture. Sharon, Sue and I walked across the factory floor towards the mixing room. The mixing room was...

(This is a story I wrote a few years ago. It is based on a real experience - enjoy! ~ Jen) - - - Jessica walked along the edge of the woods, a light bounce in her step that perpetuated the same motion of her ponytail. Jessica was nineteen, onl...

I went to visit my friends during the Christmas and because was pretty cold outside I took fur and sweater and leather pants on which was nice and warm. I made a visit and was very nice but on my way back my car broke down on the middle of my way and...

Marie-Ludivine is my name. I’m a blond girl with blue eyes, aged 18 years old. I’m in love with my beautiful twin girl friend named Isobel. We love wearing rubber boots by all weather. We have plenty of them that we evidently share and wear almost ev...

My name is Judith. I’m tall, blond, blue-eyed, lesbian, boy-looking, clothes fetishist and mud lover. I’m to relate you the story of my life. I am born 18 years ago in a small village of France. This village is in a retired part of the country and ve...