The latest CD of "Red Hot Chili Peppers" pounded through the headphones. Matt's eyes were closed. He wasn't tired, it's just that the last three weeks had been spent on his back and the ceiling hadn't gotten any more interesting. Three weeks since the snowboarding accident. Two weeks since the operation. One week since he got home. AARRRGGGHHH! One little ju...
One - Procurer, Pimp or Public Service It was one of the few things that I had tried, that I just couldn't do on my own since my accident. Whenever I wanted to get in the hot tub, I was supposed to put a plastic bag over my cast to keep it dry. I just couldn't get a good seal around my arm above the cast with just one hand. I guess I should explain a lit...
Author's Note: A tip of the hat to member funnyalix for suggesting in a chat one night that I should "write from the heart." I decided to take her suggestion literally. So here we go... Leenysman ~~~~~ Disclaimer: All sexual activity described in this story is between fictional characters over the age of 18. ~~~~~ I don't remember the crash. Maybe that'...
This is a fictional account. * The intern took her chart and examined it. She was a car accident victim just brought in to the emergency room by the EMTs. The nurses had her hooked up to an IV drip and mildly sedated per his instructions. He had ordered x-rays too and examined those. It was a simple break of the femur. He would have her moved to the OR to...
When Tony woke up that morning, he sprung himself out of bed when he cast his eyes on the clock. It wasn't like him to wake up 3 hours late for work, and it certainly wasn't like him to wake up with a deeply rooted migraine and eyes that ached in the light cast through his window. He leaned up against the wall to take a breath of air inside his lungs and foc...
note: A special thanks to Impressive, English Lady, and Logophile for their kind words and counsel. RF * * * * * I was halfway between Sears and being totally broke, sitting alone in the mall’s noisy food-court, eating a tasteless salad, and wondering why I let my mother con me into getting dressed and driving into town with her to go shopping the day aft...
The jangling ring of the phone woke me up a few hours later. "Hello?" I rubbed my face and tried not to yawn. "Are you okay?" I frowned and rubbed my face again. "Sir?" "Yes. Are you okay?" I could hear the sounds of people behind him. He was in a store or something. "I fractured my foot, sir." He muttered something. "What'd they do?" "Put it in a cast...
Ch. 03: Getting Better Note: Songs appear as part of the story. To feel the atmosphere that Doogan is creating, and to enhance your reading pleasure, find and play the songs on YouTube while reading the story. * * * The two day stay in the hospital was over. Julie showed no further signs of head injury while resting in bed. Her leg was in a cast and her...
With thanks to my proofreaders, I and S - to I for inspiring me to write, and to S for "talking me down from the ledge" when I messed up my editing. * * * * * I felt his glare before I met it. I looked up into his steel blue eyes. They seemed to be looking through me. I was suddenly aware that my hard nipples were brushing almost painfully against the sea...
I was fortunate, my goodness was I? A whole two weeks without Ripper...in the care of Able Seaman Dusty Miller. The day Ripper left for Malta, Dusty had provided an excellent service to me on the moors and now, each waking moment was spent considering how best to use the Watch Keeper. My vulva was barely dry, always lubricated in anticipation. The morning w...