Marcy held onto the brass pole like she was making love to it, moving and gyrating about. She was auditioning for Candice, the new owner of the Brass Pole, a gentleman's club. Marcy had worked there for several years, but that was before her left leg was amputated at the hip a few months ago. In the nude, there was no doubt about that or the way her roll of...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
My back is to his chest as I sit on his lap. It's a weird feeling and I'm not talking about being impaled on his dick. That's also new but nothing I didn't anticipate: Some pain from having a ten-inch erection forced up my asshole, excitement and arousal at trying something new, and forbidden, largely underestimated pleasure from massive penetration so close...
Three weeks had passed since that morning when Doctor Gerrard had told Nancy of the two unhappy choices she had for curing her destroyed and destroyed knee. She could choose amputation of the leg above the knee or she could choose to have her leg shortened thus creating severe mobility restrictions. In the end, with Brett's input and support, she had chosen...
Early Tuesday evening, the setting sun shines though the window. Mike stares at the computer screen. A web page for a dating site lists several women and he reads the description for each, none of them his 'dream woman', none are missing a leg. Either leg would be fine, somewhere above the knee, maybe both. Donna had been like that, one leg, after a car wre...
A prosthetic arm dangled by her side. It attached to Alex's arm several inches above where the left elbow used to be and ended in a shiny metal hook. She wore her trademark white t-shirt and stiff Wrangler jeans. Standing in the space between the kitchen and living room, she brushed her fingers thought the short haircut and made a wolf whistle while looking...