Fifteen minutes late, April thought. Great. Fifteen more and she’d be free to go. A friendly waiter approached. “Are you ready to order, ma’am?” She stirred her water glass. “Maybe just the drinks menu?” He nodded, “Right away, ma’am.” And briskly walked away. Wow, she thought. So we’re really in the “ma’am” days now, huh? At thirty-nine years old, she’d hoped she had a few months left in her before people would catch a w...

Donna was happy to be home from work. "Another day another fifty cents after taxes", she muttered under her breath." She took out her keys and began to open the outside door to her apartment building. As she opened the door, her neighbor in the wheelchair was coming home from wherever he spent his days. She decided to wait for him and to hold the door knowing it was difficult for him to pull it open. Donna waited for him...

Jemma was a little early. It was one of her rules. Dates weren't easy to come by in her position and limited experience had taught her not to bring along a carer. Reminding people of her utter dependence on outside help usually didn't leave a brilliant first impression.She smiled at a tall man, who was stood in the doorframe, wearing a vest and a bow-tie. Successfully having made eye-contact with the host, Jemma mouthed t...

The brothel looked very different during the day. There was no music, and the pink mood lighting had been replaced by brighter, practical LEDs, which revealed the many little imperfections that were usually carefully hidden in the shadows. Cords, plugs and wires, smoke machines, tears in the walls, chinks in the wood, suspicious stains and missing ceiling tiles, it was all visible now that no customers were here to see it...

Even this late the party was in full swing. The smell of beer and sweat hung prominently in the air, and Dana was sweating profusely herself, and especially her face felt hot. A bit of fresh air was definitely called for. She made hasty excuses, and backed away from her group of friends, before wheeling her chair towards the wardrobe. She quickly picked through the jackets until she had located her own.Dana made her way t...

Kim opened the door to let the woman in and then wheeled herself out of the way. When the woman was clear of the door, she gave it a shove with her hand and slammed it shut. The woman turned and looked down at her with a disappointed look on her face. “You must be Kim. I was warned that you might be a handful.” She placed her bag on the couch and looked back over at Kim. “I’m Lara, and I’ll be starting your physical thera...

I love my mother. Most men can easily make that statement. I however, can also say that I have made love to my mother. This is where our relationship is unique. I have written in detail other stories using different names and from the third person telling about how my mother and I ultimately became closer than ever. In 1986 I was 19 years old and broke my neck in an accident while in college. After rehab, I came home to r...

When they entered the room it was obvious Brian would have to be the first to get into bed. He pulled his wheelchair beside the bed and removed his armrest. Just before he scooted into bed he took a quick look at the others. His mother stood directly in front of him. She was topless and the light pink panties were so sheer. Therefore, he was able to clearly see the two things he had remembered so vividly from when they we...

Chapter 1 Brian broke his neck and became paralyzed in 1986. After his rehab and a brief stay back at home, he quickly grew accustomed to life in a wheelchair. He was introduced to his new sex life by his personal care attendant. Strangely enough, he was further educated around the same time by his mother. In fact, the three of them together explored new sexual possibilities his last few days at home before returning back...

Dear Diary, this is more of the story about me and mister David. He is this older white guy who lives about a block away in my apartment complex, where I live with my momma. I'm seventeen and seriously black, and here in Alabama, a black girl isn't supposed to get the hots for a white man, especially one in a wheelchair. But I did. Mister David and me had been talking on the phone, getting sexy and dirty with each other a...