Prologue June 2013 Julie sat in her wheelchair studying her reflection wondering if she was making the biggest mistake of her life. At eighteen she was fresh out of high school with no future. As a child she had lost her legs and arms in a horrifying accident that left her scarred both physically and emotionally. Her life had been bleak and the chances of...
"Alicia!" I hear him cry, through the darkness of the trailer park. Looking out my window I see him, Tony Keller, he's drunk or high- probably both. I sigh as I left my bed. Even in his inebriated state, it wouldn't take him long to find my door. "Open up you fucking whore!" he's kicking the door, which would be a problem in itself, with Tony being a wel...
Martin nibbled between where his wife's thighs used to be, now just short soft stumps. She begged him to go slower. "We have all weekend," she cooed and thrust the dark brown skin around and over his face. "Eat mama's pink pussy." To him, those were musical words, almost as sweet to his ears as, "Kiss my stumps darlin'." No matter how much she wanted him to...
As a hotel doorman, I see new people all the time. I love the variety. The hotel is upscale along the coast and the people, especially the women, are unusually beautiful. "Morning," I say with a tip of my hat to the woman wearing snug, tan designer slacks and a white blouse unbuttoned a little extra. She smiles in a sensual way and I feel a rush through my...
So with much apprehension, I turned the handle on the blue door. Stepping through, I struggled to adjust my eyes to the brilliantly white light streaming out of the other side. I raised my hand to try and filter the glare, and heard the door click shut behind me, and then double-click again. Instinctively, I tried for the handle on my side, but there was no...
This story is the second chapter two my earlier story "A High School Bet" which can be found in "First Time". Although this story works ok as a stand alone story it may help to have read my other story first. *** Jesse Sinclair felt slightly awkward and worried. He'd made a bet and lost and now he had to face the forfeit dreamt up by his kinky twin sister...
Hi folks, Misty here, I feel like I should start prefacing my posts here with some expectations since comments I get tend to be mixed as if people are surprised by content in the story. To that end, I am going to use the short hand I preface stories with on another site. [flash, hip-e, ass-e, futa-t, hyper, f-solo, af] --- Jinara had been tracking it al...
Topaz, wearing a thin nightdress, gratefully climbed into her bed after a long day working in her farmhouse studio. It was a warm summer night in Nebraska, so she only pulled the sheet up to cover herself. She'd decided to leave the window wide open for ventilation, also. There wasn't very much wind, so the fields of ripe wheat that surrounded her house made...
There was little to be seen of the finer detail of her bedlah save for the flashes of bright red diaphanous material that swept by along with the movements of her body. For some the improvised dance in which she was engaged would have been termed belly dancing, but Jemima had always hated that term. It was so typically Western to boil something so ancient an...
The strip lights flicker on in my garage, revealing breezeblock walls and metal shelving. Even though I've put down carpet and sealed up the main door with insulation it still feels like a work room in here. But that's what I'm here for, to work. I guess you could say I have a tendency to bring my work home but I prefer to think of it as transferable skills...