Stimulation of her contrived stump over the years, and now stimulation of her real stump for the past 12 months, had become associated with such feelings of physical and sensual pleasure for Fern that she was able to get "half way" to another of her and Don's favorite fantasies -- the "Safeway Orgasm," simply by stimulating and massaging her stump whenever s...
Roxanne leaned against the wall at the mall, crutches stacked next to her. The short tight dress hid little about her body other than how long the remains of her left thigh might be. She brushed a few errant hairs from her forehead after failing to blow them back in place. Her tongue dragged slowly across the pale red lipstick. One of her favorite sports was...
One of the first warm weeks of the year and few people lounged beside the slow moving river. The bank was divided into two areas - a larger one where most people went and a smaller one where no one said anything if you disrobed completely. Ellie reclined naked, her left arm shading her eyes from the bright morning sun. She glanced along her body - past the f...
(Author's note: based on an idea from my dear friend Kees, with some input from him about the wording in places.) "Are you really sure there's no other way?" the pretty young woman asked, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Well, according to the surgeon's referral, the only other way to save the patient's life is a full amputation. Bunch of slackers!" replied Dr...
Erin sat in a chair along the wall, a knee-length denim skirt pulled up the left side exposing her stump. The spaghetti straps of the black top exposed the shoulders and a small remnant of the right arm. She watched Casey attach the peg leg to the dark-blue carbon fiber socket. In the background, an electric saw buzzed though a plaster mold and in the other...
Hot, parched, in need of at least a beer, I crutched into the darkened bar and though the blue haze of cigarettes and reek of days old beer. I was surprised that it would be so busy at nearly three in the afternoon. Maybe everyone else was thirsty I thought. The stool scraped across the floor in a loud symphony of un-tuned instruments. I rested my hips on it...
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Ross had told Jonni of a "magical spot" nearby that they should visit. It was a small creek that had over the years, carved a gash through the cliffs in a 200' plunge to the lake. The cascading waters have created Fletcher Falls. There was a constant mist in the air no matter what season and those mists promoted the growth of huge ferns, clumps of moss and h...
It has been a few months since Mom's amputation, but this is the first time I am able to take some vacation time at work. The drive from the airport takes me over familiar roads north through tall stands of pine trees and scattered fields. I leave the windows rolled down and enjoy the aroma that takes me back many years. Not much has changed. Before long, I...
Seeing Tommy at the high school reunion brought back memories. He hadn't been my first boyfriend, or even my most remembered, and far from my favorite, but he had played an important role in my life the summer after our senior year. Now I was divorced, and he was married with a couple of little kids. Married to Janet, a girl he'd known in high school. She'd...