I was twenty-five and a motorcycle accident had left me paralyzed. I was left with only the ability to breath and blink my eyes. The trucker that had apparently not seen me coming as he pulled onto the highway had shattered my spinal column. My wife of three years was left with little help to care for me but she did the best that she could do. We lived in a...
I remember the day of his interview well. He sat calmly opposite me, long legs extended, his hands clasped in his lap. He exuded a cool arrogance that I was immediately attracted to. He was well dressed, quite handsome. When I started to ask him questions, his answers were short and to the point, his eyes fixed on my face. Oh those eyes. They sparkled with s...
Chapter 2 -- La Donna e Mobile "We have to place her on the table over there!" Pratt said to the nurse. There was a low examining table in the corner. Jill looked around her, obviously wondering what was about to happen. I tried to meet her eyes, but she avoided my gaze. Connie wheeled the stretcher near the table, and smiled forcefully at Jill. "Could y...
Please read Part One to see why I have to obey. ***** Chapter 3: A few days later, I was sitting in a cafeteria at school, when a young woman sat down at my table. I did not recognize her but she addressed me by name, introducing herself as Jackie, a friend of Candice's. She was very pretty, with thick, silky blonde shoulder length hair. Her lips were ful...
Another story I wrote my sexy wife trying to turn her on so I could get some. This is from her perspective though. I had just finished having a horribly long week and was completely stressed out when I got home late Friday afternoon. I knew there was only one cure to fix the week I had just had - shoe shopping! I took a quick shower to get ready before my...
Copyright 1999 Christopher D.B. * Jake had been playing guitar with local bands for years. Although he had a good job, playing in a bar on weekends was always good for extra money and meeting women. This particular weekend his band was playing at one of the classier nightspots in town. Only the best dance bands played here, and the energy was kept going wi...
From her living room window, Polly spied the Baron. He wasn't called 'the Baron', but his first name was Baron and he lived across the street from her. Every morning she watched him leave his house to go to work (what did he do, exactly?) and every morning she let out a sigh of frustration. My God, he is so sexy, she breathed, gazing out at him at him as he...
I'll show you! A gray medium length skirt, thin over-the-knee black socks, kitten heels; and the icing on the cake: my peek-a-boo vest on top, the one that readily puffs out away from my body. That's it. You got that right, nothing else. And I was headed out shoe shopping. You said I should try it, so by gosh, I was finally going to do it and see what the fu...
The story you are about to read is fiction. Lindsay and all the details about her however are real. The goal of this story was for me to express some of the fantasies I have about her and how I picture our first meeting would go. With that being said, onto the story. As I sat in the garage waiting for 18 year old Lindsay to show up I couldn't stop thinkin...
We'd agreed to meet up for some fun, and Rachel arrived at my door. She was wearing the summer dress I'd bought her, and sneakers. I let her in, and we went through to the living room. "I meant to ask you," I asked, "what happened with the sexier panties?" "Well," she said, "they seem to like them, but not enough to justify the extra cost. It's still mostl...