Recovering from my accident took a long time. It was frustrating because I’ve always made a point of keeping fit and here I was barely able to move. I spent many hours with the physiotherapist. She seemed to take an almost sadistic pleasure in making me find the re-use of my body. But eventually my
Our heroine gets a sundae dumped in her lap and the next day ends up fully dressed in a tub of maple syrup. If this dosen’t amuse you, don’t read this. I was out for my first date with Cheryl. She has shoulder length permed brown hair and dark eyes. Tonight she wore a white
Watching my wife dress never fails to send a tingle through my loins. And tonight I was getting a special treat. It was my 40th birthday and Stacey agreed to wear a slinky little dress bought just for the occasion. At the bathroom sink I was pretending to wash. Really I was watching. Watching my
Tracy opened her eyes as a door slammed shut, startled into a confused consciousness, momentarily uncertain of where she was laying. The stale smell of unwashed clothes made Tracy grimace and turn away. “8:40” glowed in red on the night stand. “Shit,” she muttered, lifting her head off the thin pillow. A dingy white sheet
Katerina Bronislow was a picture of beauty and grace. The young champion figure skater glided to an abrupt stop, sparklets of ice showering from her silver blades as they bit into the hard surface. A moment of silence, then the music came back to life in a burst of joy, and the young woman flexed