Russ spoke into the phone without knowing who called. "Speak softly and tell me what you want." He inhaled the joint for a moment then slowly filled the air around his head with a cloud of marijuana smoke. Connie knew it was the wrong number. She casually brushed the stump of her left forearm though her hair. Some of her girlfriends had told her she had a v...
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...
Roger had seen the couple every Saturday morning about the same time for the past month. It is impossible to not remember such a beautiful woman with a hook for one hand and an empty sleeve. Unfortunately, the same man is with her each time. She wears a wedding ring on a chain around her neck, dangling just above the start of very fine cleavage. Just before...
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...
After her wonderful experience with Fish Man, Judy's luck went bad. Fish Man wanted to stay at the pond a while longer and Judy, who by now knew the path back to the camp, decided to return on her own. She liked the idea of just being by herself for a while. It was about mid-day when she was nearing the camp. She knew she was close even though she couldn't...
A Chance & Coincidental Encounter - Alana & George George had always enjoyed camping and seeing the sites. In a year when he planned to go half time at the university, his idea was to travel more over an extended annual season. He had fantasized how great it would be to have a companion for such journeys but as fate had arranged for him to be a widower 10...
I am Sam Morton and my junior year of college has at last ended. I have a few weeks until the summer term begins. Someday I hope to make something of my life, but for now, I have not. I am a tall slim geeky nerd and my skin is pale white. My arms often have that strange tan line where my shirtsleeves end, trucker arms they call it. The community pool has ju...
The funeral for my husband of five years has just ended. He was handsome and much older, two of my favorite attributes for a man to marry. He was also very rich. We were in love, gave each other what we wanted, especially in bed. Nothing denied. We even brought others into bed - a woman for him to have or to watch me with, a man for me, and a few times even...
Sadie Johnstone refers to herself as a rich old spinster. At fifty-nine, some people probably do consider her old, but she is a lovely woman. She never regrets not marrying. She loves the freedom it has given her to have a lover when she wants one and to do what she pleases at other times. She strolls across the large expanse of her estate. The sun shines b...
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...