Jonah glanced at the clock on the dash and groaned. He knew traffic was going to be bad, but he had at least hoped he was going to have time to run home to put on his costume. Some quick math told him that wasn't going to happen. This was his first j...

"It's my year to pick the costumes, remember?" explained Stacy patiently as she stood in our living room with a mischievous smirk. I sighed, one look at her smoky eyes and sexy lips and I knew the debate was lost before it even began. I decided to ri...

Jessica hated her job. Not necessarily the skimpy uniform, she'd known the chain's sexy bunnysuit uniform was unavoidable, it was the defining characteristic of the wait staff, after all. Sure, they'd changed the design to avoid lawsuits from the est...

All Is Fair The rain poured off the roof of the booth and dripped down Kathy's back for at least the fiftieth time today. At least since she started counting. The last day of the county fair was always a little slow, but the rain had chased away mos...

"It will be of no cost to you...um, financially, of course." Aimee added smiling sweetly. "Of course there is as usual, the tiniest bit of risk of harm." "Why don't you just build an AI bot for training?" I asked the fluffy robotic skunkmaid Dominat...

Comeuppance for Jill "Mistress Jill I thought you would be more grateful Mistress Sheila has given you such a lovely, thoughtful gift." Aimee asked sweetly. "She has discovered a beautiful way to change the rules, just for you!" Aimee beamed cheerfu...

***For those who were curious about the full story of The Very Naughty Skunk which was mentioned from time to time throughout Separate Vacations. Enjoy!*** Aimee, Sheila and Jill's Artificial Intelligence Maidbot Electronic Escort cautiously place...

"Absolutely not!" Sheila, my wife of 20 years shot coldly. I blushed, embarrassed. After so many years together, we'd explored many things, but I'd somehow crossed a line with this revelation. A suggested roleplay that was apparently a bridge too far...

Nicole furrowed her brow as she checked the monitor of the machine. "Jack, are you being completely honest with me? The brain computer interface is bogging down." Nicole called over to her boyfriend. "Uh, of course Babe!" her boyfriend called bac...

All characters are over 18. *Note: There have been several amazing mascot wam stories over the years, so while I tried to be original, I'd be lying if I didn't say I tried to capture the feelings I'd had reading those stories years ago. For this rea...

Megan stared up at the garage ceiling wide-eyed, her eyes tracing a string attached to a spring, a metal latch, through a pulley, and down to the ring of a comically oversized pacifier. One that was currently pushed between her lips clenched desperat...

Courtney glanced in the mirror and checked her lipstick for the nineteenth time this afternoon. Impeccable, as it had been the 18 times before. She glanced at her phone, 3:15 PM. "Relax, he's only 15 minutes late." she consoled herself, though a nagg...

Brooke ran her lithe fingers through her auburn hair, slightly damp from the early morning fog. Her pale arms had goosebumps, but not from the still spring air. The smell of dairy cows was thick and comforting. Her canvas sneakers sank into the soft...

Jill's little prank not withstanding, Jill and I explored every bit of each other in the thick mud of the spa for what felt like hours. We next moved the party into the shower off the mud room, making full use of the soaps and lotions until we were a...

I'm not a spa guy. I never thought I could be convinced to spend a day in a spa, but Jill had insisted after winning an all inclusive getaway on a long weekend at a swanky boutique hotel during the off season from her employer. My job is stressful, s...

Melissa gritted her teeth, her lips twisted into what she hoped would appear as a slightly interested smile. Her date didn't seem to notice, he was far too busy explaining in excruciating detail how he'd just closed a major software deal for his empl...

Employee of the Month 2 Stacy and I sat across from each other, faces and laps covered in banana cream pies giggling uncontrollably. Stacy reached up theatrically, dragging her fingertips across her eyes before flicking the collected cream back acro...

The shrieking of the alarm shattered the most delicious dream, on a Saturday no less. But today was mandatory overtime for the skeleton crew of IT staff tasked with babysitting the final migration of our data to the new parent company. Not that it wa...

The Unwinnable Bet 2 I could hear Meagan cheerily on her phone with her friends. "Yes, we were still on for tomorrow, no, no need to bring anything, it was all taken care of." I clawed at the silk rope, now sticky with whipped cream, finally looseni...

Finally the weekend was here! I had finished up early, Julia my boss had kindly offered to let me leave at 3:00 PM instead of the usual 5:00 PM. I barely acknowledged her friendly' "Have a nice weekend!" as I made a dash for the parking lot. I texted...

Kira and Megan exchanged icy glares as they sat beside one another in the empty office. They wouldn't normally have been caught dead together if not for one thing: They both had the same boss. That same boss who called them to a mandatory meeting at...

**Note** This is a continuation of a couple series you may recognize, Stinking Telegram, Cleanup on Aisle 7, and My Roommate's Girlfriend. There is one scene of skunk spray and forced tattooing but is a case of mistaken identity and is intended to gi...

My Roommate's Girlfriend 3 Still dripping in pies and with my hands still cuffed behind my back, Stacy and I made sure the coast was clear and snuck out the front door to her car. Stacy opened my door and guided me into the passenger seat which she'...

I stood in my doorway surveying my situation and the room's ridiculous state. Thick, cheap cream pies were piled onto every surface, laid out on the floor surrounding the bed, on top of my comforter, across my desk, on my dresser, even on the chairs...

My small university hidden in a West Coast college town was unremarkable in nearly every way, even its course offerings were a constant reminder this was no ivy league. It quietly churned out lab assistants, elementary school teachers, and the odd ci...