It had been a year since Surgeons had removed Fern's left leg just a few inches below her hip. She was now very adept and comfortable with her one leggededness and she and her husband Don had grown to enjoy the difference from other couples that they shared. Both had grown to agree that the loss of Fern's leg was tragic and sad but that it wasn't as much of...
Thanks to everyone who has written to me about my stories. Keep it up! I write in what I call a narrative style, not a lot of quotation marks etc to slow things down. I hope you enjoy, will add more to this later. * Jenifer (or "J" as she liked to be called) pushed her custom Quickie Q7 wheelchair into her kitchen for a lunch break. Her morning patient wa...
I had several requests to expand on Jan getting with Tina from JAN'S WEEKEND. The following is a short story about them. Your comments and suggestions are appreciated. Strong sexual content. * It was Monday afternoon and Tina had just left Jan's office. Jan was the office manager for four busy orthopedic surgeons and Tina was a physical therapist working...
Janet Watson was walking back from the empty mailbox when she noticed a small moving van pulling away from an apartment at the end of her building. Passing, she noticed the door was open. She glanced in and found an older lady moving around using crutches because of a missing leg. "Hey, I live a few doors down. Can I help?" Then, Janet introduced herself....
Marcy danced part-time at the Brass Pole, a gentleman's club on High Street. It was a clean place where men and women would tip well without expecting favors. There had been a few serious boyfriends, but none lasted so she lived alone more than with anyone. Now in her late thirties it was troublesome. Every breakup hurt just a little more. "Want to get a d...
Marcy held onto the brass pole like she was making love to it, moving and gyrating about. She was auditioning for Candice, the new owner of the Brass Pole, a gentleman's club. Marcy had worked there for several years, but that was before her left leg was amputated at the hip a few months ago. In the nude, there was no doubt about that or the way her roll of...
Emillya and Joe: the Morning After Official and Proper Legal Disclaimer Thingy: The characters of Duncan McLeod, Immortal Boy Scout, and Joseph Dawson, Sexy Blues Singer Extroardinaire, belong to Davis/Panzer productions. They also own the whole Highlander concept thingamajig. All rights therein belong to them, not me. The character of Emillya Sorovkin is m...
Marcy had auditioned to dance at the Brass Pole a few months after the amputation of her left leg, and Candice had agreed she could have a month to show she could find an audience. After practicing and trying to develop new routines she realized it just wasn't possible to be as erotic and fluid as before the amputation. "Candice, I'm sorry," Marcy said. "I...
Erica Cranston sits on the exam table across from Dr. David Madison in the room, nothing between them. The door is closed. Her knees part wavering nervously. He sits on a low stool, legs crossed, one hand holding his chin as he listens. She's used to the conversation now. This is not the first she has met with. He wasn't one the list Margaret had sent her. H...
Shelly's lips were firm and lush, and the breath from her nostrils smelled vaguely of ketchup and French fries. I thought it was the most remarkable breath I had ever smelled. Her hand went to the back of my neck and tightened slightly on the loose hair at my nape. Shelly's tongue darted against my lower lip for a moment, and my own darted out to chase hers,...