Early Tuesday evening, the setting sun shines though the window. Mike stares at the computer screen. A web page for a dating site lists several women and he reads the description for each, none of them his 'dream woman', none are missing a leg. Either leg would be fine, somewhere above the knee, maybe both. Donna had been like that, one leg, after a car wre...
Tamara woke up to her ships alarm clock, it was time for her to get up and do her runs about her little ship. Tamara is a freelance mechanic who owns her own little freighter called 'GUTS' which stands for Guns and Utilities Technical Support. Tamara is 5'6" tall with brilliant green hair and dark brown skin, her eyes are a dark yellowish brown colour a...
Gina reads the label of the small cobalt blue bottle. 'Use no more than needed. Effects felt within 5 minutes. Results may vary.' She opens the bottle and sniffs. "What the...." she screams as she thrusts it away from her nose. Looking again at the label for what effects she should expect, she finds no indication. Peaking though the dark blue glass with t...
My back is to his chest as I sit on his lap. It's a weird feeling and I'm not talking about being impaled on his dick. That's also new but nothing I didn't anticipate: Some pain from having a ten-inch erection forced up my asshole, excitement and arousal at trying something new, and forbidden, largely underestimated pleasure from massive penetration so close...
MEDICAL BACKGROUND: In traditional hip disarticulation—the surgical removal of the entire lower limb at hip level—the ball is separated from the socket of the hip joint, with the removal of the entire lower limb. These amputations mean the loss of three weight bearing joints - the hip, the knee, and the ankle - definitely more difficult and complex than los...
Stories have happy endings. They also have snappy opening lines, the introduction of some characters, a crisis and it resolution and then the happy ending. If that sounds like a recipe for a soap opera, then that is because it is one. I also imagine that this is the kind of thing that gets taught in creative writing classes, which is why I have always avoide...
A prosthetic arm dangled by her side. It attached to Alex's arm several inches above where the left elbow used to be and ended in a shiny metal hook. She wore her trademark white t-shirt and stiff Wrangler jeans. Standing in the space between the kitchen and living room, she brushed her fingers thought the short haircut and made a wolf whistle while looking...
June first appeared in My First Blind Date, Ch.3. Sexual content. * When June was 10 years old, she fell from a school yard gym and broke her back and spine at T5. When she hit, there was a metal tube on the ground that supported the apparatus and her back hit on this tube. A few weeks after the injury a spinal fusion was done in the area of T4 to T6. Jun...
"Reception to Tom, over." The radio on his belt squawked softly, and his friend Gina's voice beckoned to him from his reverie. "This is Tom. Go ahead, Gina, over." "Tom, I have a guest request for an unusual repair, over." "What do I need to bring up, Gina? Over." "I don't really know, Tom. Can you come to the front, please? Over." That was unusual fo...
My crutches lay beside the metal cafe chair. My short skirt hiked up enough he could see my short stump spread outward and the shaved pussy beside it. He sat at a table about five feet away. No one else could see what he was watching. I had glanced around before I exposed myself to him. I could almost see the drool from the corner of his mouth and I was milk...