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...

Callie looked from the ticket in her hand to the club entrance. Miss Lime's Bunny Club was an infamous club that catered to some interesting and unusual tastes. One of its recognisable aspects were that all the employees wore incredibly sexy playboy...

If there's one thing I can safely say right now is it wasn't a typical Saturday night. It had started in the break room at work last Tuesday when I spotted my workmate Scarlet getting some bad news on her phone. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Not s...

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...

It was the autumn of 1995 and I was in the club rehearsing for my upcoming Saturday night performance. The club was closed to the public on a Wednesday and there were just a handful of guys with me, running through Saturday's schedule. They included...

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...

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...

"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...

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...

I creaked my eyes open, rubbing out the sleep and staring blindly into the near pitch black bedroom. A small shimmer of light gleamed in through the cotton voile that draped over the window. A clear night sky let through a beam of moonlight that allo...

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...

Adrenaline buzzed through Lena's veins. The outpost's perimeter had been breached, and she and Liz had only just escaped the living quarters in time. Hearing shrieks from beyond the bespattered door, she smiled in sympathy. Jen and Sarah hadn't been...

This is inspired by a clip from an old Spanish gameshow I saw on Youtube. In their version the contestant wore a suit that would have kept the mess out, mainly, and a swimming cap and goggles. I felt there could be improvements. -------- Friday Nig...

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...

The research facility had seen better days. Liz cast wary eyes about the domed living quarters, once pristine white, now tarnished by swathes of lilac mulch. The farcical squid-like abomination clamped to the hull was slowly infesting the interior, l...

The afternoon sun was relentless, the kind of Texas heat that turns a casual backyard hang into a test of endurance. Julian stood by the edge of the turquoise pool, debating whether the effort of changing into trunks was worth the reward of a swim. H...

I turn off my car and sit in the parking spot for a few minutes to settle my nerves and excitement. I'm parked close to an alley that leads to an unmarked back door to a barely known club. The name on the email invite reads, welcome to Club Hum for...

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...