My stories are all based on true events unless otherwise noted specifically in the forward. Though I have altered the names of my characters, each character introduced is original and will persist throughout my submissions. ***** I do not get over women easily, and one woman in particular, Amanda, has always had my eye and indeed my heart. Now, many years...
March was six months ago when Fern's left leg had been amputated high-upper thigh. She had adapted very well to her amputation. Her scar had healed and with her and Don's constant anointing of Vitamin E lotions, it was beginning to fade. She was now quite a masterful crutch walker and was very adept at balancing, hopping and heel-toeing to move. She regularl...
Mack had logged the big trees of the Pacific Northwest for years. His physical appearance was rugged, his tanned skin covered with the small scars from being hit by branches and a few larger scars from an errant saw. Women loved the bulging muscles in his arms, his washboard stomach, and his strong chin. He loved women with long legs and firm breasts. A flas...
Fay never liked getting up in the morning; she was more an afternoon/night type. She turned the alarm off and contemplated her day at work. Using her left arm she pushed herself upright in bed and pushed her paralyzed right leg over to the edge with her good left leg. She scooted towards her wheelchair alongside the bed and using her left arm again, and left...
GETTING TO AMP II - THE LAST WALK Winter 09 Sunday of the weekend that Nancy had to decide whether she would be an amputee or a woman with a short leg for the rest of her life began much like the day before had ended. She was on the computer with her right leg bound up in simulation of the amputation she had decided to have when Brett sauntered into the stu...
I am writing this with the help of my Husband, Ted. He always tells me to just write it down like I would tell the story to a friend, and just the way it happened. I have come to realize that many true stories are better than fiction. This one is true. Ted is a Massage Therapist, and his practicing style can best be described as sensual. He has a nice numb...
It was interesting, very interesting indeed two nights ago when Jim took me out for dinner, then to an upscale night club. As we sat on a couple of high bar stools, enjoying the live band, and sipping our screwdrivers (one lasts all night...lol), we noticed in the mirror that another couple was approaching the bar from behind us. Jim quickly said to me, "Mi...
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...
Ross had told Jonni of a "magical spot" nearby that they should visit. It was a small creek that had over the years, carved a gash through the cliffs in a 200' plunge to the lake. The cascading waters have created Fletcher Falls. There was a constant mist in the air no matter what season and those mists promoted the growth of huge ferns, clumps of moss and h...
If there was ever a union meant to be I would have to say it was Carol and I. We slept together before we were out of diapers, you see. Our parents used to stick us in a crib together as babies, since often they partied or vacationed together as families. We splashed in the pool as pre-teens, no thought of nudity, totally innocent. Then one day when Carol...