The line is barely moving. I glance at the monitors above the gate, then at the sterile printed sign warning of the list of required liquids. "I just don't understand why we even have this agency." I grumble. "Shh, they'll hear you!" you whisper ters...

It was well after midnight, now the fifth of July. The sound of the fireworks had died down, but the fireworks between Rachel and I were in full swing. After making out in the melting ice cream and disgusting dumpster, our bodies were shiny and thick...

(This is a re-write of a story that was lost from the original WAM Story Archive. Recreated from my very rusty memory.) Traffic was light on my way to my afternoon shift managing the small college town grocery store. Typical for a Fourth of July week...

Prequel to Stinking Telegram ***All characters are over 18.*** Jill felt the cold steel chair against her bare legs. She focused on that sensation, attempting to drown out her growing excitement about what was coming next. She recalled the thrill o...

Stinking Telegram Part 4 Jodi's sneering face appeared as she stepped into the light of the barn. Jill and I tried to scramble to our feet in the slop. "Jill, run!" I shouted. Jill just stood motionless, defeated. "I can't, she's my boss." she whisp...

Jill and I headed arm and arm to the front gate, our skunk spray and pie covered bodies combining with my previously black and white skunk costume drew all kinds of stares, but at least made it easy to clear a path. I could feel the costume's adhesiv...

Stinking Telegram Pt 2 It was now late Sunday afternoon and I was sitting in front of my computer for perhaps the fiftieth time reviewing the door camera footage of my destruction. For the fiftieth time in a row, I felt that familiar stirring deep wi...

Working from home definitely has its perks. The Friday afternoon was sunny and warm, and my meetings for the day were done. I stretched, stood up from my office chair, and began to think about what to have for lunch. My phone buzzed at exactly noon,...

This is a sequel to Time to Clean The Garage. All actions are between consenting adults. Megan had known she'd kicked the hornet's nest with the garage stunt, but it had to be done. She wasn't going to be trapped in a relationship where her desires...

The rental box truck lumbered down the rainy interstate, streetlights reflecting as brightly off the roadway as above it, the windshield wipers the only competition to the growling diesel engine. Both took turns overpowering the feeble FM radio. Sure...

The alarm clock sounded at 5:00 am, although Megan pretended she was still asleep as Todd, her husband of five years, showered and dressed. His suitcase was packed by the door for a guy's weekend of golfing, beer and sports or something equally forge...