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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...

Math Class

by PeggyBuxton on Sep 5, 2017
Fetish

The last three years since finishing a Masters in Math, I've been teaching at a small college. Other than that, my life is lonely. I don't wish it to be. It is. Not many women fit my fantasy. It is all I can do to contain my emotions when she walks into my second year math class. I know I will be a wreck. "I'm Amy Glass," she says as she hands me the admiss...

Device: Gina

by PeggyBuxton on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

Gina reads the story on the laptop screen. 'Pressing the buttons on the device, the woman's body transforms into a different one, one that is younger, slim, and well proportioned. Another push of a button and her left leg becomes a short stump. It is something she had dreamed of all her life.' "Fuck a duck," Gina curses aloud, slamming a fist against the d...

Getting to Amp

by rrspence2002 on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

Dr. Gerard, the specialist that Nancy's physician had referred, diagnosed a very badly-worn, arthritic and weakened knee that was in an advanced stage of inflammation and deterioration. In fact, Gerard was surprised that Nancy was even walking on the knee, let alone playing sports on it like the tennis game she had been playing when she had injured herself....

Amputee Dancer Ch. 02

by PeggyBuxton on Jun 5, 2018
Fetish

Marcy held onto the brass pole like she was making love to it, moving and gyrating about. She was auditioning for Candice, the new owner of the Brass Pole, a gentleman's club. Marcy had worked there for several years, but that was before her left leg was amputated at the hip a few months ago. In the nude, there was no doubt about that or the way her roll of...

Home Again

by PeggyBuxton on Mar 6, 2018
Fetish

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...

Magic Potion: Roseville

by PeggyBuxton on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

It wasn't the first visit to Aunt Sandra's home; Jean's family often spent long weekends there. This visit would bring change, though Jean would not understand the full impact for another twenty years. Unlike the other cousins, aunts, and uncles, Sandra had never married. Jean had never seen her with a man either. That first afternoon alone, it was a topic...

Folding Newspapers

by PeggyBuxton on Nov 26, 2017
Fetish

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...

Early Retirement

by PeggyBuxton on Nov 19, 2018
Fetish

Janet Watson was walking back from the empty mailbox when she noticed a small moving van pulling away from an apartment at the end of her building. Passing, she noticed the door was open. She glanced in and found an older lady moving around using crutches because of a missing leg. "Hey, I live a few doors down. Can I help?" Then, Janet introduced herself....

Happy Endings

by istanbulnoir on Sep 1, 2017
How To

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...