Triple Amputee Stories

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Alexander's Resort

by PeggyBuxton on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

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...

Ann's Friends Come Thru Ch. 03

by rmlooker on Sep 25, 2018
Fetish

I turned on the porch light and looked through the peep hole at who was ringing the doorbell at this hour. I immediately started laughing when I saw a man in a wheelchair and a tall woman, topless and with large breasts sitting with him. I unlocked the door and in rolled Dr. Jack and his wife April. They were both laughing also and asked if all the fun was o...

Getting to Amp Ch. 02

by rrspence2002 on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

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...

Coincidental Encounter

by rrspence2002 on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

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...

Recluse

by PeggyBuxton on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

Molly Stewart I tell people when asked my name. These days it is rare as I find myself become more of a recluse preferring to stay either at my house at the ocean or the one on Lake Wendell. Thirty-eight and still nice looking, at least I like to watch myself in the mirror. The novel falls from my hand as I drift into a nap. The afternoon is warm and the oce...

Ship's Whore Ch. 05: Cyborg

by AlinaX on Jun 10, 2019
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

It was easy to believe that Humanity had conquered Space. We were building colonies throughout the Solar System. We had even travelled to distant stars - albeit with help. I myself had made it all the way to Sol Station without ever once feeling I was in any real danger. By the time I left it, however, this false sense of security would be a distant memory....

Piss and Champagne

by Dr_Vril on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Master Cat, understated in black cloak, pink satin Stetson and jodhpurs, paid the cab driver and turned to face the ruin of the Pickled Pig. He rapped on the vault door. Curdy let him in. "So what you got for me?" asked Master Cat. "More fucks for your bucks," said Curdy. They walked through the remains of the pub. Old fruit machine, beaten out of shape b...

Too Shy All Over Again

by InnerGold on Sep 16, 2017
Mature

I'm one of those people that is afraid of life, afraid of other people. Shy as a kid, painfully shy. No girlfriends until mid-20's, then married my first one. Thirty years later, after endless work on myself, endless therapy, workshops, challenges and successes, children, a divorce, and a passionate love affair that ended with her leaving, I finally felt no...

Three Legged Beach Fun

by rrspence2002 on Sep 15, 2017
Fetish

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...

Saloon and Shirley

by PeggyBuxton on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

Hot, parched, in need of at least a beer, I crutched into the darkened bar and though the blue haze of cigarettes and reek of days old beer. I was surprised that it would be so busy at nearly three in the afternoon. Maybe everyone else was thirsty I thought. The stool scraped across the floor in a loud symphony of un-tuned instruments. I rested my hips on it...