Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Lisa had dressed casually for the drive to visit her mother. Regardless, she was as stunning as ever. There had been some plastic surgery, but not much, mostly modest implants. Yes, her left leg had been amputated, too. She had considered that cosmetic, but she would tell people a...
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...
It was summer when Fern and Don first met and both well remember the day at the beach in August when they sensed a strong bond and understanding and knew that they were falling in love. The beach, where it all happened, wasn't just any beach. Mostly for the events that occurred that day, the two refer to that beach as "Their Beach." Their Beach was an in...
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 met Lynn ten years ago when I decided to join a transplant recipients support group. At the time, I felt the need to be with others who had gone through the same thing as I did in March of 1984. My remaining kidney had stopped functioning in November of 1983 and after four months of dialysis, my brother volunteered to give me one of his. I also felt that I...
To many it sounds weird enough to wonder if I tick right. But I’m not crazy, nor incurably deviant. Yet, every time I see a woman with one leg, I’m captured by a gush of strange excitement. The motion of a body with a leg missing is quite simply a mesmerizing sight for me. So much, that I even find it attractive to see a man with one leg, even when I conside...
It had been a year since Surgeons had removed Fern's left leg just a few inches below her hip. She was now very adept and comfortable with her one leggededness and she and her husband Don had grown to enjoy the difference from other couples that they shared. Both had grown to agree that the loss of Fern's leg was tragic and sad but that it wasn't as much of...
I secretly watched from my bedroom window as Samantha's familiar round bum waltzed down to the stables, crunching the gravel with her riding boots. My cousin Kate was beside her. They had just finished their post-hack lunch and were off to take the quad for a spin down the fields. They knew that annoyed me. At least I think they did. They'd only recently sta...
Year 2183 of the Empire (since Foundation Year) Year 979 of the Third Era of Empire (Dragonheart Line) Martis, the thirteenth day of First Seed Mid-morning The number thirteen has always been considered an unlucky number, and to a superstitious sailor, extra prayers are sent to every god imaginable to keep a sailor safe whenever the date turns thirte...
Thanks to a reader who sent me the ideas for this story. Strong sexual content. *** Roger had just gotten dressed and was headed to the kitchen. As he flexed his right prosthetic hook arm it suddenly dropped to his side. He tried the left one and it did not work either. Now what was he going to do he thought. Roger had lost both of his arms above the elbow...