Author's note: This chapter contains a brief scene of sexual activity. If that is your reason for reading, you may stop following the series after it occurs. This chapter contains a brief scene of violence, threats of violence, and cruel language and behavior. If that bothers you, please stop reading after the sex scene. As always, thank you for the view...
Bev stepped into the large shower stall and sat on the bench attached to one wall. She took the bottle of Nair and rubbed it on both legs all the way to the top. She spread her legs and applied more part way over to her full vaginal lips. She spread the rest from hip to hip and up to above her pubic hair line. She knew the instructions said not to use it in...
DISCLAIMERS: Any person involved in a sexual act is above the age of 18. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains some supernatural events, but is not intended to disrespect any religion. This story also has fictitious members of the Imperial family...
I looked over the mountain of paperwork left me by the last supervisor. Even after two weeks in my new job I still couldn't find the top of the desk. Paper less company my ass. I was buried in an avalanche of print outs and carbon less forms. It was a good thing my wife was still in North Carolina. Working late is easier when the person you love is living fi...
Marci quizzes, 'Stilettos or pumps'. A black running shoe dangles from two fingers. She had always preferred stilettos because of the way they highlighted the shape of her legs. Even the shorter heel of a pump had been nice, and not hurt her feet as much. Since the amputation, just about anything without heels felt better and offered more stability on one le...
"Amputation IS sex, the stump is just the afterglow," Julie told her roommate and dear friend of nearly a year. She sat next to Sara, the left leg over the right, swinging idly back and forth without a foot. Sara was honest with herself. She enjoyed neither hand and a touch of her forearm on tender parts thrilled her greatly. She knew the right hand would b...
Chapter 2: If only all job interviews were conducted like this. *** "Come in, please!" It was a woman's voice. Women have lots of different voices. The reason for this is probably because there are lots of different women. Some of the voices I was used to were the professional voices of my colleagues when working and their relaxed voices during coffee br...
Captain Dr. Philip Eames, and Me Michelle's husband dies in Iraq. His best friend dates her. ** How many times do you meet the love of your life, the perfect man, the perfect husband? Once, would be my guess, and that's only if you're lucky. Thorsten was sent to me from the angels in heaven, of that I was sure. Yes, he was good looking, and that's always...
Bill was woken some time later by the pressure of his bladder. Blinking the sleep away from his eyes he saw that Rekka was still out of it, her head resting on his chest with an arm and leg thrown over him possessively. Unbelievably he felt well rested and loose, like he'd slept the night away instead of being grudge fucked by an insatiable hellhound. Care...
The woman walked up the scrub-brush and sage covered hillside; from a distance it was apparent she was having trouble walking up the loose shale and gravel that covered the modestly steep slope. She had a walking stick, a whittled cedar staff really, that she used assiduously to pick her way up through the rocks and brush that peppered the hills and bottom-l...