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...

Of all the unusual email exchanges in my Inbox, this was probably the most bizarre: 'Jim Would you like to come to the seaside with us next month? I want you to film us walking round the town with filled knickers and maybe more.' Jim's reply was e...

"Wait, wait- You wouldn't?!" Steve gave a false protest, as he wriggled against the ropes keeping him tied down to a chair in the middle of a kitchen. One of the four girls surrounding him, whom he was looking away from swooped a giant banana cream p...

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 a...

This is about one of the few moments that me and my girlfriend ended up having a clothed bath in the jacuzzi of our hotel room after a night out.. My girlfriend she not so much into doing wet clothing but sometimes she is open when I express the ide...

On a hot summer day I (dressed in blue jeans, striped t-shirt, dark blue work robe, shoes) was at the practical work together with my colleague I.A.N. (dressed in leather jeans, black t-shirt, blue work robe, shoes). My colleague I.A.N. lifted his wo...

Hi all, Please let me share a Wetlook experience that I had a couple of years ago. As we all know to have a clothed bath is an amazing experience and from the moment I realised that I have shower and a bathroom why not perform clothed showers in orde...

The Conversation I was sitting at one of park benches in the town park. This bench was in a grove of trees and quite well hidden from the rest of the park. This bench was my favorite part of the park. The bench itself was in the shade so it didn...

She'll Pie You (with apologies the Beatles) She'll pie you, yeah, yeah, yeah She'll pie you, yeah, yeah, yeah She'll pie you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You think you've lost your love Well, I saw her yesterday It's you she's thinkin' of And she told m...

I Wanna Throw My Pie (with apologies to the Beatles) Oh yeah, I'll show you something I think you want to try When I hold that something I wanna throw that pie I wanna throw that pie at you I wanna throw that pie Oh please, say to me You want my pi...

Pie Throwers! (with apologies to Ray Parker, Jr.) Pie Throwers! If pies do fly In your neighborhood Who you gonna call? Pie Throwers! If it's in your face And you don't look good Who you gonna call Pie Throwers! I ain't 'fraid of no pie I ain't '...

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...

This is a work of fanfiction based on E L James's "Fifty Shares of Grey" series. I do not own the "Fifty Shades of Grey" series, or any of the related characters, which were created by E L James and owned by her and Universal Pictures. This story is...

It is a normal Wednesday as Ira arrives at the office in her smart black pencil skirt and her new white sleeveless top. Ira has put on a new white bra to match the top and under her pencil skirt a black thong to ensure as smooth a look over hips as p...

Advisory: I do make fun of Donald Trump in this story. If you don't want to read that part, skip the first part of the "Scenes From a Cream Pie" section of the story. Whose Pie is it Anyway? (Key: HC = Harry Cruz; WB = Wade Brainy; DJ = Dave Jeffe...

The two purposes of this story are to entertain the reader and to illustrate my version of a WAM game I call "CluePie". The rules will be listed at the end of the story A Game of CluePie I rang the doorbell of a large mansion. Natwood the butlere...

Brandy, You're a Pie Girl (song: Brandy, You're a Fine Girl) (with apologies to Looking Glass) Doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo There's a store in a western mall Making pies that splatter very well Lucky wammers pick up boxes tall To carry to their...

Kelsey scrolled through her phone, the blue light illuminating her face in the darkness of her bedroom. Another dating site, another parade of boring men with their fishing photos and group shots where you couldn't even tell which one they were. Unt...

A Cure for Cleanliness Laura and I stood together in the hall of our student flat. She turned her head and looked up at me, brown eyes wide in her pretty face, framed by its bob of dark hair, and a catch in her voice betraying both nervousness and...

Messy Irina gave me permission to use the character "Ira" I gave myself permission to use the character "Old Man" All other characters are fictional. The Pie Bridge Game Based on a question from and dedicated to Messy Irina My husband Sam and I st...

Wamming to the Classics Pie! Throw Pie! Throw Pie into my face! (melody: Eine Kleine Nachtmusik by W. A. Mozart) Pie! Throw Pie! Throw pie into my face! Pie! Throw Pie! It's really no disgrace Throw pie Into the blue sky Up where the birds fly And...

I took in the last bit of sight as a familiar pair of hands put a blindfold over my eyes. I was standing in a plain room, with no furniture except a wooden chair. Underneath my bare feet I could feel the crinkling of plastic as I wiggled my toes anxi...

Debbie sank into the steaming water, the porcelain rim a cool contrast against her flushed skin. Oddly, she hadn't bothered to undress. The heavy denim of her knee-length skirt clung to her legs, the white shirt plastered against her torso, the smart...

The old porcelain tub filled steadily, steam curling into the cool air of the bathroom. Debbie stood beside it, fully dressed. Not in pajamas or a robe, but in her favourite going-out outfit: a dark blue denim shirt tucked into a snug, knee-length de...