"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...
It was just getting late enough to be early again, and the dressing room was starting to become almost crowded. The atmosphere was one of tired relaxation, and the air was cloudy with smoke and deodorant. Water was running in the adjacent shower room. Rachel leaned back in her wheelchair, and happily accepted the cold bottle of beer. There was glitter on her...
It became immediately obvious that although sex had been what we needed when we walked into the kitchen, it wasn't what we needed when we walked out. The emotions we'd undergone had moved to equally substantive ones, like love, relief and joy. When Jim recovered his composure, he helped me up, and we went to our bedroom where he undressed himself and then me...
The fourth in this occasional series of self-contained stories about "Staff" Daniel Matthews and his family. "LAME DUCK?" "Catch!" The four-year-old girl giggles, throwing the light beach ball from the sparkling pool. Freddie reaches up from his electric wheelchair, easily catching the ball one-handed, his head and bare shoulders sprayed with a light show...
Reading the earlier chapters will get you up to date on what is going on. Strong sexual content. It was Saturday morning and when Pat awoke she found she was alone in bed. She heard loud laughter in the kitchen and remembered that Jack and April were leaving this morning. She managed to get her newly partially paralyzed body into her wheelchair and into the...
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...
A snowstorm suddenly begins dumping another few inches an hour on the ground late Wednesday afternoon in near whiteout conditions. The crowd in the bar is huge. She sits on the stool on the other side of a large man. I don't think he is with her. I hope not. What I can see, she is a knock out - great face, not much makeup, and curly reddish brown hair down t...
Some people seem to have such 'normal' lives, no big secrets, no dark desires. I often wish I were such a person. I consider my 'uniqueness' to have started in grade school, but maybe it happened long before that. I'll never know. Miss Collins was the kind of woman people talked about - an older single woman. A word often used was 'spinster'. She was also m...
A friend of mine remembers a plain, nerdy girl from college. Well, she grew up and blossomed into a hot 'n' horny babe. Now she's making up for lost time, and has written him about it. Please vote and send constructive feedback. * * * * * * Dear Tom: I can't begin to tell you how excited I was that you answered my e-mail. I found you through one of those...
I will love for everyone to give me a comment on my story about my sister. Even if I am in the wrong. I want all opinions. Sorry for my venting! ***** I have always thought my sister was the prettiest even though her weight was a BBW size weight. I was the skinny one even though now I am a BBW but not as much as my sister is. Her personality was what I wan...