Mud on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Ghost Town

Thu, 04 Nov 2021 00:00:00 +0000

As the movers retreated down my new street with a friendly wave, I stood across from my new home, and thought about Josh.

He would have thought me silly and unusually girlish for having bought such a cliché - small white picket fence, roses, the whole bit - but I knew that was a side of me that he loved. He would have loved the big garage with the attached shop - that was another reason I’d bought this place. I didn’t need a workshop myself. I’d bought it because Josh would have loved it. It didn’t look as cheery with the gathering clouds of a spring storm above, but it was - almost ridiculously cheery. Well, perhaps it was time for some cheer. I’d been mourning a long time.

Feliformia

Thu, 04 Feb 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from chapter twelve (part 1)

Chapter 12 - Cats of the Caribbean (Part 2)

“Aaah! Aaaahn! Mmmm! More! Mooore!”

“Shhh! They will hear us!”

“Aaahn! But… I want… mooore! aaah!”

As I had my beautiful Syr pinned under me on the mattress and accepting my love and begging for more pleasure, I couldn’t ask for a better vacation so far. What had started as a fiasco had turned into a very enjoyable adventure. We had so much fun that we even decided to extend our stay by an additional week.

Feliformia

Sun, 16 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Continues from chapter one

Chapter 2 - Adoption

Erika came back from the washrooms and sat in her lounge chair, facing mine. A fresh beer was waiting for her on the coffee table between us. It seemed that she enjoyed herself tonight.

“I don’t know about you, Mark, but I just love this pub. And we got the best seats too. So, where were we?”

I nodded in agreement about the pub. I’ve been here in the past, and it was one of my favorite places. The corner we were in was set up as an intimate lounge, which was fantastically comfortable.

Bob

Sun, 25 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000

I’d worked with Bob for nearly a year. We ran heavy equipment, excavating for new construction, roadways, anything involving moving a lot of earth. Bob was short, maybe five-foot-seven and kind of slightly built. Bob was definitely one of the guys though; loud, sexist, foul-mouthed and always on time with a filthy joke or observation. Bob loved girls and could spot something wiggling along in a pair of yoga pants a mile away.

Naked Night Walk

Sat, 30 Apr 2016 00:00:00 +0000

For a while, my wife and I lived in a small cottage out in the countryside, surrounded by fields normally inhabited by cows; nice if you didn’t have to drive anywhere, but around 10 miles for a pint of milk (even when surrounded by cows) meant it wasn’t the easiest of places to live.

My wife worked quite a bit in mainland Europe, being away for days at a time, sometimes even a couple of weeks, which meant if I took a few days off from work, or worked from home, I could indulge in my favourite lone pastime, my “me time” as it is.

Riding Lessons 5

Fri, 10 Oct 2014 00:00:00 +0000

story continues from part four

Part 5

It had been sometime since my beautiful mistress had placed a collar around my neck and that of my new ‘sister’ Sarah. I had effectively given up my work, however the money raised by an app I had created kept nicely filling my bank account as I toiled for Hilary as an unpaid stable hand and slave.

You see I was no longer Claire Fullerton, systems analyst and developer who had enjoyed a hobby riding and liveried my horse at the stables of a local event rider, I was now just ‘you’ or ‘slave’ to my mistress. I had let my house and lived, sharing the stable flat with Sarah.

Floating

Sun, 04 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

As far as she could remember, she’d always been attracted to spa treatments and other alternative therapies. She never refused to try out new kinds whenever she got the chance. Over the years she’d experimented quite a variety: mudpacks, body wraps, various sorts of baths… When planning her vacations it wasn’t rare for her to take into consideration the kinds of treatments available wherever she might be going. This had been a good excuse to visit somewhat distant places. On occasions she’s been covered from neck down in thick clay or seaweed paste, wrapped tightly in plastic film and reflective foil, and left to lie for a while as her body was purified by the process – so it was claimed. Her slimy body quickly heating up due to the layers of insulation, the feeling of sliding around inside the plastic sheath had proved most tantalising.

Letters From Kaylin Chapter 3: Destinations

Tue, 23 Oct 2012 00:00:00 +0000

I have consolidated all of my stories to date on a Yahoo Adult Group. The Group has the stories and loads of free heavy rubber photo finds that I’ve compiled over the years. There are even a couple of photos of me enjoying my favorite material. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbrbill_fans/ - Story continues from Ch2: Journeys Part Three

Chapter 3: Destinations

Work was boring for Jason now. He missed Kaylin and even the anticipation of finding an e-mail or a note from her had helped break the day. It was Wednesday. The boxes were in his closet. He decided he’d better set up the auction for the rubber stuff when he got home after work.

Sealed, Constrained, Recycled 4: Living Rubber Toy

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continued from chapter three

Chapter 4: Living Rubber Toy

The normal regime continued apart from the slave being taken off the liquid diet to allow him to build up reserves. Some weeks late every item had been assembled and stored in the dungeon. The final delivery arrived from the States. It was the Aquala drysuit with a special modification; the fitting of a watertight drainage valve which would allow the enema tubing to be used if the slave was placed under water. This drysuit completed all items listed on the ‘RECYCLING list’, the slave had been place on the liquid only diet some days before and was completely ‘clean’; He was informed that the initial trials would commence at the next session.

The Pinay in the Pit

Thu, 19 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Got the inspiration for this story here: muddypinays.com - If you like Asians (yeah) and if you like them in mud, or better yet, sinking in a peat bog (hell yeah!) then you’ll like the site.

“Never seen nothin’ like it. Gotta be thirty feet tall with a big ass antenna on top and a bunch of little ones scattered all over it.”

“Ham radio?”

“I figured that with the bigun, but the little ones? And I asked him about it, you know, chatty like while I fixed his furnace. He said it was a hobby, but he said it in a way that told me I shouldn’t be askin’ after it.”

The Pinay in the Pit

Thu, 19 Jan 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Got the inspiration for this story here: muddypinays.com - If you like Asians (yeah) and if you like them in mud, or better yet, sinking in a peat bog (hell yeah!) then you’ll like the site.

“Never seen nothin’ like it. Gotta be thirty feet tall with a big ass antenna on top and a bunch of little ones scattered all over it.”

“Ham radio?”

Doll Face

Wed, 30 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Harvey Klein turned off the ignition and sat back in his car, studying the single story brick building.

The parking lot wall was blank except for a single door. The sign above it cryptically told him this was his destination. UFI stood for Unlimited Fantasies Incorporated.

He sighed once and stepped out of the car, locking the door despite being in the middle of nowhere. The last building he’d seen was more than two miles back towards the city. Habit of city living.

Cindy's Mud Bath Weekend 2

Mon, 06 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Cindy’s Mud Bath Weekend)

Chapter Two

Cindy was in pretty good shape the next morning…. I had checked on her the night before but she was pleasantly sleeping, buried in mud up to her neck.

I stood there still looking at her at 8AM, and decied to hit her with all the vibrators at once. Her head rolled back and she struggled to open her eyes, still caked shut with my cum from yesterday.

Cindy's Mud Bath Weekend 2

Mon, 06 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part one

Chapter Two

Cindy was in pretty good shape the next morning…. I had checked on her the night before but she was pleasantly sleeping, buried in mud up to her neck.

I stood there still looking at her at 8AM, and decied to hit her with all the vibrators at once. Her head rolled back and she struggled to open her eyes, still caked shut with my cum from yesterday.

Cindy's Mud Bath Weekend

Mon, 22 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

My wife of 3 years, 26 year old Cindy and I had talked extensively about her wildest fantasy… that of being buried and unable to dig herself out. We agreed that this very summer, when the weather was warm, we’d pursue this, I just hadn’t devised the exact details yet, and Cindy was driving me crazy to do this.

We were driving home one night about 10PM when we passed an abandoned building project. We stopped to stare sadly at what could have been a nice little shopping center, when Cindy spotted something lying in the rubble.

Wishes can come true

Fri, 16 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Lynn had worked for the same company for nearly 7 years. Living is the Atlanta area, she was a beautiful Southern gal, her husband treasured her, and her co-workers were best friends as well. She was striking, nearly 6 feet tall, stick thin with beautiful breasts, shapely hips and a tiny waist to die for. Her smile lit the room up, and her long flowing blonde hair simply said” Southern Lass”.

Wishes can come true

Fri, 16 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000

For the Joy of Mud

Sat, 30 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000

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Dee manned the controls of the backhoe with a novice caution. She had a few days of experience now, but she still managed to bounce the machine around pretty good. Mis-movements of the arm often caused the whole machine to bounce and lurch from side to side. Dee knew she had no business running it by herself, but she dared not risk anyone having a clue as to what her little project was all about.

For the Joy of Mud

Sat, 30 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Halloween House Party

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000

A Halloween Special 2009 Tale

“Bill. Junk mail. Bill, bill, junk, junk. Why is it I always only get bills and junk mail through the post? No one sends me a nice cheque” thought Sam as he carried on going through the pile of letters he had picked up. “Bill, to the occupant of the house, must be junk. Bill, junk, junk. Wait a minute, that letter to the occupant was written by hand. Oh well, I will have a coffee and read it before dumping it”

Ambush at Mill Creek Park

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Here is another one to add to the group of short stories as opposed to novelettes…what is fact and what is fiction…you’ll never know

After all these years, I’ve slipped back to my roots of rubberism. I am wading again, not just wading in water to my knees or waist but deep water and thick mud. The deeper the water and mud the better! Feeling the gooey mud pressing rubber close about me is the most amazing feeling. The cool from the mud works it way through the layers and keeps me cool even as I exert great effort just to pull my feet out of the bog and sink into the next brown sucking spot.

Dream Come True

Thu, 11 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

She had been dreaming about it again. It always started the same, a summer evening, a gentle wind blowing through the trees of the forest that she walked through, and then she would come upon it. A large pile of earth, next to a deep pit that seemed to call to her, want her. She would go to the edge of the pit and look down; it was a deep narrow hole in the soft earth. It looked as though she would only have enough room to stand. She would place her feet on the bottom of the pit, and then stand there for a moment, taking a handful of the dirt, and rubbing it on her. Taking a moment, she would position herself in the bottom in a fetal position. As she would do this, it would seem as though the walls of the pit would begin to turn to mud and slowly begin to fill in around her form, flowing over every part of her. Soon it would stop, and the mountainous pile at the top of the hole would begin to slowly sink in on top of her crumpled form. Then all would go black.

Dream Come True

Thu, 11 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

WAM It!

Tue, 30 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Its summer and so hot. The breeze is hot. The ground is hot. I am horny and hot. A perfect day for bondage and later a perfect night. I trudged up the slope behind the house and into the woods, working up a good sweat. Beads of perspiration made my naked body glisten in the sun and I didn’t really care. This was my day to get down and dirty. Literally dirty.

Buried Treasure

Fri, 24 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000

I hid behind a boulder in the forest and listened for the rumble of an approaching garbage truck. A hundred yards away I could see the bright yellow trash bag sitting by the side of the road. When the garbage truck came by, as it almost always did at this time of day, they would probably see the bag and, assuming it was trash, take it with them. There was a chance they wouldn’t come by today, or not see it, or not want to stop to pick it up. If that happened I would go back and retrieve the bag, which contained my clothes and sandals, and not go through with this adventure. But if they did….

Cindy's Mud Bath Weekend

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One