***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...

Lisa closed her bedroom door behind her. It'd had been a fun evening; her housemates, a few bottles of wine and some boardgames. She flopped down onto her bed. Although there was some debate about whether finishing up with a Ouija board counted as a...

"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...

Late afternoon sunlight cascaded through the high windows of Cerise's studio, catching dust motes that floated like suspended thought. The strange sculptures stood in contorted silence: men with boar's heads, wings for arms, and a vast unfinished pie...

My leathers were grinding and creaking in Kristi's arms and she dropped them in a pile on the floor. Then Kristi and Caroline both disappeared into the bedroom together. Caroline came back out first wearing nothing but my Black Vinyl Trench coat. Th...

"But I think everything is set up." That was the line of his undoing. Valerie and Booker worked well complimenting each other. Dating each other through college, they realized Valerie had the habit of forgetting something whether it was during trips,...

Emily brushed a strand of loose hair from her cheek as she stepped into "Nail Envy", the tiny but buzzing nail salon tucked neatly between the vintage bookstore and a quirky bubble tea shop just off campus. She wore a confident smile, her lightly tan...

Jay leaned against a wooden bench outside the university's main hall, the late spring sun casting dappled shadows across the stone path. Students wandered past, some heading toward the library, others to the quad or the café, their weekend energy alr...

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...

I've written numerous What Would You Do tribute stories, envisioning a spinoff where a wilder version of the show somehow finds its way to late night TV. This "Jake and Lila" series of stories is inspired by the show, but different. Jake and Lila ar...

They say the penalty for pride is rarely sweet -- but in Pievale's confectionary works, today's retribution would be syrupy, sticky, and mercilessly pink. For the fifth penance is about to be delivered by two of Crispin's quietly smouldering conques...

It is of those days that my girlfriend is out of town for work and I spend a few days at home on my own.. It is 100% that I will create a wam scene for myself One afternoon after finishing work I opened the fridge to grab a beer and relax and I noti...

*This a Fantasy story writing this how imagined how I wish to happened with a friend of mine that both of us can get in mud. Since I heavily use Deepseek AI just to refine the story and fixing my grammars I would just say it wrote into a story how it...

'Sir Gallantine' found himself sittin' in a somewhat very muddy puddle and spot. When he tried to get up, his 'armored-boots' made it very difficult to get any kinda' 'traction' in the mud, and he found himself slippin' and slidin' down back...

I don't know where the appropriate place is to share this, but I feel that sharing about my experience might not only help others out there that are suffering with something similar, but it also might help me get some answers, because I'm still searc...

Interlude Coffee and Cream In the sweet aroma of Rosie's Bakery Café, five lively young women gathered over coffee and pastries, the air thick with cinnamon and scandal. Their laughter bounced off the tiled walls, unfiltered and unrepentant, drawin...

Sir Gallantine strode into the village, astride his trusty horse, 'Majestic'. The villagers were in awe of this 'Knight' in his shining armour !!! Gallantine was totally encased in armour, from his booted feet, to the helmet he was wearin', wi...

Got in my first fully clothed swim this morning, quite unexpectedly. Temps in the high 40's in New England overnight so I threw on a hoodie and a turtleneck along with my jeans for a paddle just after sunrise. Glad I did, the fog on the water made...

Got in my first fully clothed swim this morning, quite unexpectedly. Temps in the high 40's in New England overnight so I threw on a hoodie and a turtleneck along with my jeans for a paddle just after sunrise. Glad I did, the fog on the water made...

"I think we're nearly there", said David, wielding the roller above his head as he applied fresh paint to the last corner of the ceiling. I agreed with him, and it was true that both Sarah, his wife, and Katy had put down their brushes and rollers a...

Today I thought I'd reflect on my story of how I went from being a closet fetishist to openly sharing my intimate exploits online. For many years, I was afraid to even be caught looking at this site! I used to actively try to push my messy thoughts o...

I couldn't believe it, I got an email on my Yahoo "The PIE BOY" account from the people working with Martha Stewart. Martha had discovered me from a random picture on the internet and wanted me to appear on her show! I had had the hots for Martha Ste...

In a chamber steeped in shadow, only the flickering light of candles offered reprieve. At the heart of the room, the penitent knelt before Circe - cloaked in humility, spine bowed, and breath shallow. Behind him stood a grotesque semicircle of carve...

"Think you kinda' enjoyed bein' in the 'tank'", said Scott, still with a big smile on his face...... "Here's your wallet and keys....". He had to take away his gloved hand from his crotch to do this, letting Jake know how 'hard' he was....... Ja...

The sun shone high above the thatched rooftops of Pievale, bathing the yard behind The Cock Inn. The scent of ale and baked sugar lingered in the air. Jenny, buxom and bold, leaned against a barrel, her arms crossed under her ample bosom, still flus...