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...
Reading the earlier chapters will help understanding. Strong sexual content. * Mora spent the week getting settled in. She and Maria got along fine and Mora saw that she was a very hard worker. She did not cut corners and was very polite. Sam brought home his books and Mora took a look at them. They were not in bad shape and she thought it would not be ha...
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...
Strolling through the back streets of Bangkok and looking at the women - prostitutes or not - leaves me with a need and on fire. I see an older woman on a single crutch with a single leg. Of course, older is relative. She seems pretty, but the morning hides much. The dress is short and the lone leg nice, the other hidden somewhere, maybe it ends near her hi...
It was a cold day. A light dusting of snow covered the sidewalk as I walked huddled over to keep warm. My eyes focused on the ground so I wouldn't miss something that would hurdle me downward. Stuffed in my pockets for warmth, my hands remained cold. I was going to be late for work - again. I had left dirty dishes in the sink so I could stare at some new pic...
Kate had walked on the treadmill at the gym everyday for the two weeks since Casey finished her high-tech computer controlled prosthetic leg known as a C-leg. Every few days she turned the speed up a little more. Her hands lightly held the bars, the prosthetic leg moving as naturally as the real one. The wife-beater undershirt, damp with sweat, barely hid th...
The shower water at the Shady Inn washes away the past two hours of lovemaking. Loren rests a hand on Devon's shoulder for balance. The short stump of her left leg moves slightly. Older than his mother and married, she has anxiously been meeting him every Friday for six weeks. They met by chance at the long row of mailboxes in the neighborhood. Her age attr...
Martin nibbled between where his wife's thighs used to be, now just short soft stumps. She begged him to go slower. "We have all weekend," she cooed and thrust the dark brown skin around and over his face. "Eat mama's pink pussy." To him, those were musical words, almost as sweet to his ears as, "Kiss my stumps darlin'." No matter how much she wanted him to...
Reading the previous two chapters first will help in understanding what is happening in this one. Strong sexual content. ***** June got to work on Monday and Wendy said she had talked with Dr. Jack and he said it was fine for her to work full time. June said that was great news and she was looking forward to being there full time. Wendy told her that Dr. J...
I had been in love with Isabel before, maybe two times, maybe three. Each breakup had been progressively worse for me, maybe for her as well. I knew there were secrets we kept from each other. Maybe that was the reason. I often wrote stories about her. I kept them in a journal. I never shared them with anyone. I knew no one else would understand. I often re...