Note: The end at last. Thanks to everyone who's been following these stories. While I know that all I've done is write about people being gunged in increasingly silly circumstances, this series has taken a huge amount of effort over a very long time,...

NOTE This story follows on from the previous 'Fund Raiser' and 'Slapstick Mayhem 'stories Mark sighed with relief as he put the finishing touches to his plan for the second fund raiser for his now permanent employer Frampstone Kingsley University...

I had just bought my first camcorder and wanted to do my very first video. I had also just moved into a new apartment that had a huge bathroom so I thought it would be great for filming. I had seen someone in a so called comedy sketch on TV a few da...

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...

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...

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...

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...

"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...

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...

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...

You hadn't expected the job listing to be serious. "Private event server wanted. Confidence required. Uniform provided or bring your own if you prefer something distinctive." Distinctive. That word had stuck with you. So you leaned into it. When you...

It started as one of those harmless, half-serious dares that only exist because everyone's a little bored and a little too comfortable with each other. We were sprawled across mismatched lounge chairs in the shade, watching people rush past with drip...

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...

"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...

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...

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...

(Maybe the first part in a new series, we'll see how this goes~) It was like everything else around her was muffled. Diana could technically see and hear it all, but her mind honed in on the display in front of her. The mere thought of it, being tak...

"Mr. Ellis," the woman persisted. "You're avoiding the question." Reporters. Their job was to be invasive and report their findings to others; he didn't blame them for it. All Ian could truly do was go along with it. "Forgive me." he spoke. "Could y...

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...

Daphne's Messy Secret, Part 1: New Job, New City, Same Slut It was funny to think of how long I had spent blending foundation and BB cream all over my face earlier in the morning, only to wind up scrolling through my phone to find which clips red...

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...

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...

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...