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On The Attraction To Amputees

by PaulX35 on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

To many it sounds weird enough to wonder if I tick right. But I’m not crazy, nor incurably deviant. Yet, every time I see a woman with one leg, I’m captured by a gush of strange excitement. The motion of a body with a leg missing is quite simply a mesmerizing sight for me. So much, that I even find it attractive to see a man with one leg, even when I conside...

Home Again

by PeggyBuxton on Mar 6, 2018
Fetish

The senior year at the university was over at last. Tom had already broken up with Carrie. She was his mother's age and married. It wouldn't have lasted no matter how good the sex was. There had been two others before her, both similar ages, both married. He was handsome and could have had his pick of beautiful coeds. They never seemed to offer the same exci...

Folding Newspapers

by PeggyBuxton on Nov 26, 2017
Fetish

The summer between my second and third years at the university I lived at home and delivered newspapers on the outskirts of the large city of Overbrook. It was hard work getting up at three despite the weather. We all gathered at an all night grocery to fold the papers and load our cars. Every morning it was the same routine. Occasionally the truck that brou...

The Happening

by rrspence2002 on Oct 15, 2017
Fetish

"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...

Amputee Dancer Ch. 03

by PeggyBuxton on Jun 18, 2018
Fetish

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...

Dan

by PeggyBuxton on Nov 27, 2017
Fetish

I sat alone at the bar with my hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey covered in condensation. It had been a long day with no one to come home to. Della had run off with another man and I was in no mood too find someone else, not yet. "Dan, ole buddy," Jackson said, slapping me on the back, and taking the stool next to mine. "Hey, what's up?" "Not my dick...

Early Retirement

by PeggyBuxton on Nov 19, 2018
Fetish

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....

Happy Endings

by istanbulnoir on Sep 1, 2017
How To

Stories have happy endings. They also have snappy opening lines, the introduction of some characters, a crisis and it resolution and then the happy ending. If that sounds like a recipe for a soap opera, then that is because it is one. I also imagine that this is the kind of thing that gets taught in creative writing classes, which is why I have always avoide...

Examinations Pt. 02

by owengreybeard on Sep 15, 2017
Fetish

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,...

Amputee Dancer

by PeggyBuxton on May 23, 2018
Fetish

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...