Cat came home after a long shift dancing at the Clown Room and sassed off her partner about not buying any sweets. He had enough of her bratty behavior and said, "ok, grab my wallet, get in the passenger seat and let's pick some stuff up. I'll make...

The GPS had stopped being helpful three miles ago, leaving me with nothing but my hand-drawn map and the sound of gravel crunching under my tires. My breakup had left a hole in my life, and my office job was a slow-motion blur of spreadsheets. I need...

It's Friday and Ira has had a hard week including a few messy pranks; a cake on her chair, an exploding custard parcel, her face pushed in a chocolate cake, amongst others! Ira is pretty sure that Elena the office manager and Maria from banking are...

I was very pleased with my first embassy party event. The host seemed very happy and there was definitely enough food and drink to go around and people had indeed asked what our company did. I felt that the event had fully justified my buying a new...

Sure enough the pies go in both faces at the same moment! Ira had carefully chosen the pies and they are devastatingly messy pies. Cream pie mess thickly plasters both girls faces with mess in their hair and down the front of their dresses! Both Ele...

Elena clears her eyes of pie mess. She takes a moment to look down her own dress as if somehow she needs confirmation of what has befallen one of her favourite garments. After this Elena steps over to the food trolley and selects a huge bowl of spagh...

I could make no reply! But Tanya just slapped the pie in my face anyhow! The pie was a substantial one firmly delivered. Thick cream covered my face and some ended up in my hair and splattered down the front of my dress. Tanya tossed the pie dish to...

Tanya picked up a large and deep custard tart. "Oh no.." I muttered looking at this huge dessert. "Now Ira" said Tanya with a broad grin "Katya wanted me to mention the importance of financial controls and thought something like this" Tanya glanced...

Note: This is another mini-finale marking the end of Act 2. Like before, I'll wait a few weeks before posting the final batch of stories. If you want to read in stages, the best place to pause is after The Event. If you've been following this series,...

One day I entered the gym with a swimming pool, wearing a completely blue tracksuit, I lifted my tracksuit pants a little with my hands and sat down on a bench. In the gym, a boy was doing gymnastics, T.S., wearing a shiny black sauna tracksuit. Whi...

The Third Session Beth sat on the edge of their bed, her mind drifting back over the past few weeks. The first session had been playful, almost silly--a trivia game where she'd "won" and pied Michael instead of herself. She'd been too nervous then, t...

The Story So Far: The contestants have reached the exit to the palace, but with the villains in hot pursuit. Lucy and Lena tried to hold off their pursuers long enough for the gate to open, but found themselves cut off and surrounded. Meanwhile, Anna...

Steam wafted lazily around the cabin's stout rafters. In an open-topped shower cubicle, Sarah closed her eyes and lifted her face into the spray. Water burbled softly through a drain in the floor, until a twist of a dial brought it to a sputtering st...

(A sequel to Charity Date or Messy Fate) Laura hadn't seen Miles since the charity gala a couple of months ago where she'd consigned him to a vat of gunge. In the days following the event she been in a triumphant mood having gotten payback for her f...

Beth stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the hem of her orange shorts for the third time. The Hooters uniform was authentic--she'd found it online last month and Michael had immediately suggested it for a stream. The brown tights hugg...

It was a blisteringly hot Saturday afternoon, and Jake was knee-deep in finishing touches on the old house's renovation. His arms were streaked with white, yellow, and splashes of red paint. His shirt was soaked through, sweat mixing with the paint s...

The fluorescent lights of Goodwill buzzed overhead as I trailed behind Michael through the aisles of secondhand clothing. My mind wasn't on the racks of faded jeans and dated blouses, though. It was back home, in our living room, imagining what Micha...

I stood in front of the bedroom mirror, studying my reflection with critical eyes. My long brown hair cascaded over my shoulders in loose waves, the color of roasted chestnuts, catching the afternoon light that filtered through the curtains. My face...

Note: The last time I tried to post this series, this was as far as I got before the site went offline. Hopefully this time I'll make it to the finale. If you want to read in stages, the 'score settling' and 'door defence' scenes might be good points...

Hi my name is matt,im here to tell you a story of a fetish I have with my aunt peggy, my aunt peggy is hot she has long brown hair brown eyes she's about 5'5 175 pounds nice tone long legs and nice arches in her feet,shoes size is a 5.so when I was a...

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...