I attended classes and went through the motions while the rest of the world swirled around me. Nothing seemed to matter any more and I didn't find comfort in the usual things. All I could think about was Lacey. Her visit seemed to energize my little brother. He went from a B student to straight A's, telling me that he wanted to be sure that she was proud of...
A snowstorm suddenly begins dumping another few inches an hour on the ground late Wednesday afternoon in near whiteout conditions. The crowd in the bar is huge. She sits on the stool on the other side of a large man. I don't think he is with her. I hope not. What I can see, she is a knock out - great face, not much makeup, and curly reddish brown hair down t...
This is a story about a journey home after a shopping trip that Chas and I went on recently. We were on our way home after a good day out shopping. We had been in a lot of shops, and I had tried on several articles of clothing, always leaving the curtain of the changing cubicle open a bit for other men to see me change as when I took off my short tight dres...
Just a short story today, a story I wrote on a whim. There is not much in the way of sex, but you might like the yarn just the same. It's a bit of an experiment, since it is a story within a story within a story. A bit of a no-no for a writer. I leave it to you to judge whether it works or not. Have fun. Talemaster The guard took my handcuffs off and t...
Molly Stewart I tell people when asked my name. These days it is rare as I find myself become more of a recluse preferring to stay either at my house at the ocean or the one on Lake Wendell. Thirty-eight and still nice looking, at least I like to watch myself in the mirror. The novel falls from my hand as I drift into a nap. The afternoon is warm and the oce...
Roxanne leaned against the wall at the mall, crutches stacked next to her. The short tight dress hid little about her body other than how long the remains of her left thigh might be. She brushed a few errant hairs from her forehead after failing to blow them back in place. Her tongue dragged slowly across the pale red lipstick. One of her favorite sports was...
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...
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 worked at a large hotel to support Dottie. Forever it seemed. She was older by at least ten years, but she was missing her left leg. I always thought we shared something special. Often she would welcome me home wearing nothing. Sex was great; all forms shared, often to excess. She left me for another woman a year ago. I moved away to a huge costal city an...
She had given him the address to her beach house that night two weeks ago when they met at Club Anything Goes. A fun place for the uninhibited crowd, she had gone there with two girls who were sharing the cottage next to her. Two glorious weeks in the Virgin Islands by herself. It was easy to see how the Club was named. For a free drink, the college girls wo...