Ellie nodded through the gunk. Tom took her hand and led her through the the kitchen. Ellie careful walked with tom cream dripping from her face and beans still leaking from her panties. the jelly in her toes has made the journey more treacherous tha... |
Hello! sorry part three took so long! this is actually part 3.1, and I'm hoping to get part 3.2 out soonish. This is a traditionally mud-focused adventure featuring Noel! I hope you enjoy despite the errors I probably made while rushing this out tod... |
(Continuation of the Babysitters' Revenge story, once again inspired by the videos and images of Yourpieboy)
After the humiliation he had suffered at the hands of Mindy and Crystal, John had assumed that would be the last he'd see of either young wo... |
Lucas would rather not be on the field right now. He was currently bored out of his mind, the event he was at made no attempts of peaking his interest at the moment. So he decided to wonder around on the pasture the country club had. Coming from the... |
"I've set up the camera. Dive into that watery patch of mud over there, drag yourself to the opposite bank and then dive back in. Are you cold yet?"
"No, not yet"
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"Nice job! I liked how you took your training vest off. Nice touch"
"The mud gets... |
Just alittle story I've had in mind for such a long time that I finally got around to writing last night. Used AI to generate a photo for the storage image and some of the formatting to make it cleaner to read but the story content and everything in... |
Chapter 1
Cara sat once more at her kitchen table, the events of the previous evening still swirling around in her mind. She'd returned home after the panicked morning coffee with Jenny, sleeping off her earlier anxiety. She'd considered going to w... |
Chapter 1
There was no denying the previous two days had been the strangest and most unpredictable that Cara had ever experienced, but here she was now entering day three and she had a feeling things wouldn't be getting any less strange.
Followin... |
Abi was in a good place. Not only had the single mum of one gained promotion to Deputy Catering Manager at Frimpstone Kingsley University College,(FKUC), but she was gaining regular work through an agency that specialised in Messy and Wet fun. It was... |
Foreword:
Back in late 2008 I decided to try my hand at storytelling. Things got out of hand, and what was intended to be a single story ballooned into an entire series. Given this, I've written a short(ish) teaser to give you a taste of my writing... |
Isaac took a quick peek at the audience for tonight. Performing at a gentlemen's club was hard, given the audience consisted of burly men who are quite judgmental. Isaac gulped slightly, the crowd was quite vicious today. He had seen three acts befor... |
Once I was in the gay scene with my buddy. He was in his punk outfit, I was dressed all in leather with heavy boots. On the way back to the car, my buddy wet me in my tight leather jeans. He let his natural champagne run over the waistband into my... |
All was still. Melissa studied the treeline intently. Where did they go? Just minutes before, when she and her comrades had taken refuge in this abandoned outpost, the woods had whispered with the sounds of pursuit. Now there was nothing. She wasn't... |
I'd been looking forward to this holiday for a while. A group of friends and I had booked a villa in a resort in southern Europe known for being a gay hotspot, and it promised two weeks of sun, sea, and hopefully sex.
My name's Callum and I'm 25. I'... |
Note: While this story follows on from the prologue, you should be able to get by if you haven't read it. This chapter is focused on character introductions, so contains a bit less gunge than normal.
Part 1: First Steps
Dusk approached. A coach wo... |
Author's Note
It's been a long time since I've written anything like this, but hopefully I've improved in the months I've been gone. I think first person present works much better for this kind of thing, so I'll be using it going forward. As such, i... |
I walk onto the stage in my beige sweater mini-dress, black knee-high boots. My hair is freshly done and I am wearing a gold necklace and a bracelet. I wait for the opening audience applause to die down and thank the studio audience for their generos... |
After chatting for years online, we finally meet and after exchanging pleasantries and she says, "You know what? You always like seeing me get messy. I think I want to get YOU messy!"
Of course I smile with excitement, but you have a few other plans... |
This story is a continuation of Rugby Rumble. I have tried to make it followable if you've not read Rugby Rumble but would suggest you read Rugby Rumble first before reading this story. It picks up a year or so and features most of the main character... |
Colehampton evening news, broadcast 17th August 2025 10.33pm
A 27 year old professional rugby player appeared in court on Day six of his trial. Joe Thomas pleads not guilty to charges of voyeurism, coercion and sexual assault. Day six opened in the... |
"And have you reached a verdict?" The judge asked, swivelling his chair to address the jury foreman, stood at the end of the row of jurors
"Yes your honour" the foreman replied. He brushed his thinning hair back into place then adjusted his tie, unc... |
"All rise."
The courtroom clambered to their feet as the black-robed judge shuffled into place, and then took their seats again. He squinted at his papers, and then the two parties in front of him.
"We are here today to hear the case of Ms Veronic... |
After all of Saturday's excitement and a decidedly needed night's sleep Dave and Amy laid cuddling in bed having a decidedly lazy Sunday morning. As Amy kissed him on the lips Dave grinned.
"What?" She chuckled.
"You're still here." Dave chuckled i... |
Lena's hair brushed silkily against her almost-bare back. Above her, warm sunlight streamed through the dome's crystalline shield, illuminating the scatter of tumbled walls and canted columns that lay before them. The entrance tunnel had brought them... |
Faced with yet another dead end, Annabelle sighed. The labyrinth was getting the better of them. Nearby, Ellie twirled the neck-string of her little white two-piece, tipped her heart-shaped face skyward, and giggled. "We are sooo hopeless."
Annabell... |
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