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...
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...
Paul pulled out of his garage and waited momentarily to make sure the automatic door closed completely. He then eased his old Mercedes 350 out onto the street and headed toward the highway. He was still perplexed about the call he had received the day before from a woman named Becky at "Casablanca" antique shop. It seemed that there was something there he ha...
(another part may follow based on the response...) The bus came to a stop outside the house. The doors opened and a middle-aged, plump woman got down. As the bus drove on, sending dust and smoke in the air, the woman brought her hands forward in full view, her forearms encased in the straps of her crutches. Planting the crutches firmly in front of her, she...
Chapter 13: In Sarah's House Warm sunlight had been streaming into Sarah's house for several hours now, bathing its rooms in a rich array of golden light that blended seamlessly with the white walls of the foyer, the kitchen, and the living room, the deep red walls of the dining room, and the lavender walls of the bedroom. The succulent smell of cooking mea...
"Do you realize that it was only 4 weeks ago you and I were walking down the aisle together and getting married?" Fern said to Don. The two of them were in the hospital looking forward to Fern's imminent discharge, hopefully before the weekend which was two days away. "At that time," she continued, "I really was walking because I had two legs then. But look...
Bob Franks rang the bell of Apartment A-13 and waited a moment. The door soon opened and a buxom 40-ish redhead stood before him, a quizzical look in her green eyes. She was dressed in a tight tank top and ragged denim shorts cut off to show maximum thigh. Her feet were in pink wedges at least 5" high. Bob nearly gulped in spite of himself. She was a little...
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...
Mother was queer. That's what everyone used to call it when a woman lived with a woman. Donna was a few years younger than Mom was. She moved in when I was a senior in high school. She didn't have any legs. We lived in a large town in a large downtown flat in a tall building. The elevator was an essential part of Donna's ability to do things. They worked in...
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...