*The name of the man in this story has been changed because I wrote this without his consent or knowledge. This happened in June 2014 and a couple of times since. "You HAVE TO go to the quarry with me," said Johnny, his eyes twinkling, pleading, ho...

Ben was turning 24. His mate Jeremy worked for a small tv studio, and had got them tickets for a new show. After a quick bite, they headed down to the studio where there was a line for ticket holders to get in. As they got to the front, beside the ti...

Foul Play! Copyright Mr Andrew Wilcock 2018 Andrew Wilcock asserts the moral rights to be identified as the author of this work. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed within are a work of the aut...

I reach for a shovel I hid in the hedge earlier and shovel mud over the front off her dress the weight of mud on her heaving breastssoaking though the now ruined lime coloured dress. I cover her neck and bare shoulders then each arm and hand. She smi...

I had an exboyfriend deputymanager of a restaurent and he was lets face ir "a bit of a pussy" A couple of times I went there and just didn't pay.I was dressed for a hot date iwth a blue asymetricdress, blue heels, black stockings and my best silk u...

I heard the manager say"she has curdled the milk I think we should sweeten her a bit" Next waitress behind me pours syrup down inside the back of my dress as it glides over my skin and my dress becomes sticky. My dress was lifted and my panties pulle...

After the apparent demise of the last incarnation of the WAM Story Archive, I decided to post more of my stories here beginning with the rest of the "Chronicles" series I completed. I have gone into a retirement of sorts, so don't expect anything ne...

The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 3 The Damsel in Distress (Wetgalfan's note: I've made a point to stress that a lot of these stories is embellishment to make them interesting. A word of warning that while this one is based on a real event, a lot...

The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 4 The Damsel is a Freak (Wetgalfan's note: I've made a point to stress that a lot of these stories is embellishment to make them interesting. A word of warning that while this one is based on a real event, a lot o...

The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 5 Swimming with Lisa (No Sex) Once I figured out there were so many places around Ft. Campbell where I could swim in clothes without feeling self-conscious, I always found ways to make it happen. I often even went...

The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 6 Labor Day with Mary Beth As I mentioned in our previous chapter, Mary Beth knew I was coming up for Labor Day and arranged to have Saturday off from her lifeguard job at Dietz. At first I figured it was so we co...

The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 7 Fun with Lisa I didn't waste any time. Now that I knew for sure that Mary Beth still didn't want to be exclusive and she knew I really didn't. I called Lisa on Sunday from my parents' house and asked what she w...

The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 8 More Fun with Lisa A little after one o'clock a handful of cars and trucks pulled into the water slide parking lot. Connie got out of the passenger side of an older Dodge pickup driven by a teenager who looked t...

The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 9 Being with Lisa is Always Fun We had had the little recreation area all to ourselves ever since we arrived, which was fortunate considering what we had just been doing in the back of the car with all the windows...

It was my first responsible job as an assistant to a legal secretary.and I dressed conservatively and formally in white top, black skirt, black tights and black heels.It was a good job with good extra benefits but one thing I didn't understand was a...

This is my first wet and messy fantasy that I remember spending time working out for myself; sadly I didn't write it down at the time and I created it so long ago I nearly forgot about it. Then I remembered, while chatting to someone on here, so I de...

The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 10 Back to the Dam I didn't have to worry about staying awake for C.Q. on Sunday. Lisa being on my mind made me lose a lot of sleep. I did however, have to struggle to keep my mind on what I was supposed to be do...

The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 11 Our Timing was Lousy Prologue I apologize in advance if this runs long. This prologue is going to cover nearly nine months of our relationship before the wettest and messiest part began. However, you have to...

The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 12 Crossing State Lines (Very Hard Core Scene Ahead!) Despite sleeping on an air mattress in the back of a station wagon, I only woke up twice during the night. The first time would have been aggravating had Lisa...

The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 13 Lisa, It's Your Birthday! Good morning, City Boy! For the second morning in a row, I was awakened by Lisa's brown eyes staring into my face and that mile-wide smile. My god, she was beautiful in the morning!...

So I can do anything I want so long as I also do it to myself? William nodded, handcuffed to a chair and wearing just a white shirt and his boxer shorts. Lois stood over him wearing one of his shirts and presumably and some panties. Lois looked arou...

The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 14 Happy Birthday, Lisa! (Apologies to The Simpsons) Good morning, City Boy! Good lord, I loved hearing that! I could have heard that every morning from then on and never gotten tired of it. Lisa was bent over...

The Wetgalfan Chronicles: Chapter 15 The Graduation and the Rope Swing The McKenzie High School graduation was the Saturday following Lisa's birthday, the 9th I believe. I didn't go to the ceremony itself. Like so many schools, they only had limi...

Madelyne instructs Mgenta that a sissy must start at the bottom and ean priveleges. Magenta strips as told.If she is to have nice clothes to mess she must earn them. Madelyne hands her a bin bag to wear and then ties her firmly until needed. Unfortun...

It all started one lunchtime.as i put the spoon to my mouth and a single baked bean sliped from my fork and landed just below my neck and slowly slid down into my cleavage leaving a shiney trail behind it.I noticed Mark looking at it intently.and as...