Tempest addresses being a member of the disabled community and the sexual invisibility that comes with being seen as “broken” on the days her disability is obvious. Thoughts on inner vs. outer beauty, the human spirit as a sexual being rather than the body, and loving someone who has been denied sexual touch because of the restrictions of their body. Also...
Note: This story is dedicated to anyone who was bullied in school. I hate violence but it is sometimes necessary to keep one free. This story is only fiction. That means I made it up. No characters are real, I made them up also. Special thanks to my Mystery fact checker for all the encouragement and help. Practice safe sex and enjoy the story. * I was sitt...
It seemed strange to be standing in the Doctor's office naked to the waist. There was a Nurse and two physicians there, both men. The older man, Doctor Tillman, was busy drawing little lines on me. The nurse just stayed out of the way. It tickled, I stifled a giggle. The younger man, Don Hansett looked up at me and smiled. I had already noticed that his ey...
The gritty surface of the roof dug red pinpoints into her bare thighs, but she hardly noticed. She brought the bottle of Jim Beam to her lips for another searing gulp and hissed as the burn turned to numbness in her belly. Her sigh came out as a sob and she let her head fall loose on her neck, her face twisting into a grotesque mask of pain. Fuck. Fuck him...
1) Thanks to my proof reader, they were lots of help on my last story and no I am not saying who it is. 2) This is pure fiction, no one in it is real, in other words I made it all up LOL. 3) This is for 18 plus, do not ready if you are under that age. You might remember me, I made the papers a few years back. One national gutter rag said "DRUNK SAVES CH...
Britt called me, crying one night. Her best friend had just left her house; her boyfriend had just broken up with her. "Chris...Are, are...You there...?" Britt managed to stutter out through her tears. "Yes, I am. What's wrong Britt?" "Tony...just broke...he just broke up with me!!" she whimpered into the telephone before bursting into an immense flow of...
Clay, become dust, sifts through my toes and clings to my naked ankles like a lover's grip. Each particle melds into my body's proof of heat, birthing a fresh layer of me - as if I am becoming. Molten gold pours into the clasping arms of the trees dappling the path making inkblot plays of quarrels and elephants and cars. I pass through and into them, distort...
It was a very memorable day when Jayne walked into my life. I was a supervisor and she was part of a group of new assitants. When she walked in with the others she stood out like a swan amongst the pigeons. Soft creamy skin, long strawberry blonde hair, slim waist, yet with a lovely full ass, and lovely rounded thighs. She had a smile that lit up the room. S...
Most children let their imaginations run wild, but in the end, imaginary friends and invisible battles between good and evil, disagree as the sun sets. Children can dangle between different realities, changing direction in an instant, easily leaving old ideas in the dust. The world is still a safe place filled with hot dogs, Saturday morning cartoons, and di...
Katharine hated the harem. She hated the Arabian land and its forsaken sand. She hated the food and the harsh Arabic language and most of all she hated him. She loathed his very existence. She had been a prisoner in the harem for a month now. She bathed, massaged and pampered the women of the harem. She escaped the abuse of Yasmeen because she was of no thr...