Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2014 12:53:36 GMT -5
"How's your day been?" she messaged him.
It had been a busy day. Just went in for a medical procedure. Silver lining of being a paraplegic is that he couldn't feel that giant metal tube being shoved up into his bladder nor the resultant several injections into his bladder…but then again if it wasn't for that paraplegia he wouldn't be having this done. meh…
"Busy… getting ready to close on the house. You? Things getting better?" was my response. Recently divorced (no kids)… I knew that she had been having a rough time with self image, confidence, sex, and men in general.
"Not really… I'm tired, stressed, and horny! Overworked and underwhelmed by the lack of attention.. probably due to lack of time. I work too much. There are not enough damn vibrators in the world to make me happy," she confessed.
There are too many toys in the world out there for that to be true, I thought to myself. Here' the dirty little secret… that self love is the foundation to a happy life… and she was missing it. AND that starts with knowing oneself and pleasing oneself… she needs to fix that and quick.
"Sybian…" I answered. I continued, "I bet I could put together the right combo of toys to satiate you and allow you the release of frustration to at least not give a fuck about your guy problems for a while so you can stop worrying."
"OK… let's do it!" she quickly answered.
Then I thought to myself… maybe there is a way we could both help each other out. After all she was a pretty girl… she wasn't the prettiest… BUT she would be so much prettier if she had a bit of self confidence and smiled like she used to back when we were in college. That's another dirty little secret… that confidence and a smile matter just as much as physical beauty.
"How about this," I started to propose… "you come for a week… I'm in charge of your pleasure.. We'll get you some new dresses.. some sexy underwear… some fun toys.. and we lock ourselves up for an entire weekend. The sole purpose is for you to enjoy yourself… take the time to figure out what you enjoy the most… release some tension and frustration."
"And what do you get out of it?" She asked.
"You help me relearn how to move… transition… different positions.. what feels good what doesn't."
"Yes please!! I'm game. Let me find a date…."
There was a slight pause and she responded, "How about a week?"
A week, I thought to myself.. I could manage that.. THAT and that would be enough time to get used to the new things I might relearn… AND that would be enough time to try a bunch of different toys, positions, touches, massages… to help her figure out what she likes… THAT and we might even be able to bring in another couple or at least a 3rd if she feels confident by the end of it.
"Perfect!" I responded.
"It is… my birthday is in April so this will be my birthday present to myself."
"We'll make it a good one," I responded. "If we are going to do this, I'm in charge. I've got a couple of rules…."
"I like where this is going… lay them out."
I started laying them out:
1. Discretion… I don't like the thought of friends knowing that you flew here just to help me relearn how to move in bed.
2. Grooming for the both of us are a must… and sexy underwear for you are also a must. I will pick out and purchase some of it as well.
3. We both go to an adult toy store together and go nuts…. Everything should be on the table.. you have to at least try everything that we end up getting. Some of the things I have in mind we won't be able to get at this store.. so I'll send you links before I purchase them.. just so you know what to expect.
4. I am in charge of the pleasure but you have to be a communicative partner… this is for you after all.
5. Come with an open mind, curiosity, and ready to release some of that frustration… no work… no exes.. no insecurities.. even if they are thoughts in your head.. you are not allowed to talk about any of them.
"You open to another couple or a possible third?" I asked.
"Rule 5," she responded… "As long as we are safe and I am comfortable with it at the time then I'm ok with it. It's about trying new things, right?"
We started to discus further details about preferences.. leather, rope, chains… she is not a fan of chains. Different positions… different types of foreplays.. sensory deprivation.. maybe going to a swingers club. I laughed in my own head… I wonder when the last time a wheeler was at a swingers club…. hell I wonder if one had ever been to one. BUT I knew I was getting ahead of myself. I asked her to send me some pictures because I wanted to see what she was working with. A side effect of her depression and frustration is that she was working out all the time. At least she was using that energy for something positive and to improve herself. I admired her for that. She was really having a rough time with the whole thing. I had been talking to her on and off for the past 6 months. It has done her good. She lost a lot of weight. She is definitely well endowed… she must at least have a D cup. Her waist was a lot skinnier than it used to be but she still had a gorgeous ass. I also loved the way her jet curly black hair rested on her shoulders and framed her face. She was a beautiful girl.. which told me that her issues were mostly in her head. If we can get her past this… there won't be any stopping her from truly enjoying her life. I'll remind her what it feels like to be wanted and just to enjoy herself… she'll help me regain some of what I thought I had lost. Win win situation.. I'm looking forward to this.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
-Mark Twain
It had been a busy day. Just went in for a medical procedure. Silver lining of being a paraplegic is that he couldn't feel that giant metal tube being shoved up into his bladder nor the resultant several injections into his bladder…but then again if it wasn't for that paraplegia he wouldn't be having this done. meh…
"Busy… getting ready to close on the house. You? Things getting better?" was my response. Recently divorced (no kids)… I knew that she had been having a rough time with self image, confidence, sex, and men in general.
"Not really… I'm tired, stressed, and horny! Overworked and underwhelmed by the lack of attention.. probably due to lack of time. I work too much. There are not enough damn vibrators in the world to make me happy," she confessed.
There are too many toys in the world out there for that to be true, I thought to myself. Here' the dirty little secret… that self love is the foundation to a happy life… and she was missing it. AND that starts with knowing oneself and pleasing oneself… she needs to fix that and quick.
"Sybian…" I answered. I continued, "I bet I could put together the right combo of toys to satiate you and allow you the release of frustration to at least not give a fuck about your guy problems for a while so you can stop worrying."
"OK… let's do it!" she quickly answered.
Then I thought to myself… maybe there is a way we could both help each other out. After all she was a pretty girl… she wasn't the prettiest… BUT she would be so much prettier if she had a bit of self confidence and smiled like she used to back when we were in college. That's another dirty little secret… that confidence and a smile matter just as much as physical beauty.
"How about this," I started to propose… "you come for a week… I'm in charge of your pleasure.. We'll get you some new dresses.. some sexy underwear… some fun toys.. and we lock ourselves up for an entire weekend. The sole purpose is for you to enjoy yourself… take the time to figure out what you enjoy the most… release some tension and frustration."
"And what do you get out of it?" She asked.
"You help me relearn how to move… transition… different positions.. what feels good what doesn't."
"Yes please!! I'm game. Let me find a date…."
There was a slight pause and she responded, "How about a week?"
A week, I thought to myself.. I could manage that.. THAT and that would be enough time to get used to the new things I might relearn… AND that would be enough time to try a bunch of different toys, positions, touches, massages… to help her figure out what she likes… THAT and we might even be able to bring in another couple or at least a 3rd if she feels confident by the end of it.
"Perfect!" I responded.
"It is… my birthday is in April so this will be my birthday present to myself."
"We'll make it a good one," I responded. "If we are going to do this, I'm in charge. I've got a couple of rules…."
"I like where this is going… lay them out."
I started laying them out:
1. Discretion… I don't like the thought of friends knowing that you flew here just to help me relearn how to move in bed.
2. Grooming for the both of us are a must… and sexy underwear for you are also a must. I will pick out and purchase some of it as well.
3. We both go to an adult toy store together and go nuts…. Everything should be on the table.. you have to at least try everything that we end up getting. Some of the things I have in mind we won't be able to get at this store.. so I'll send you links before I purchase them.. just so you know what to expect.
4. I am in charge of the pleasure but you have to be a communicative partner… this is for you after all.
5. Come with an open mind, curiosity, and ready to release some of that frustration… no work… no exes.. no insecurities.. even if they are thoughts in your head.. you are not allowed to talk about any of them.
"You open to another couple or a possible third?" I asked.
"Rule 5," she responded… "As long as we are safe and I am comfortable with it at the time then I'm ok with it. It's about trying new things, right?"
We started to discus further details about preferences.. leather, rope, chains… she is not a fan of chains. Different positions… different types of foreplays.. sensory deprivation.. maybe going to a swingers club. I laughed in my own head… I wonder when the last time a wheeler was at a swingers club…. hell I wonder if one had ever been to one. BUT I knew I was getting ahead of myself. I asked her to send me some pictures because I wanted to see what she was working with. A side effect of her depression and frustration is that she was working out all the time. At least she was using that energy for something positive and to improve herself. I admired her for that. She was really having a rough time with the whole thing. I had been talking to her on and off for the past 6 months. It has done her good. She lost a lot of weight. She is definitely well endowed… she must at least have a D cup. Her waist was a lot skinnier than it used to be but she still had a gorgeous ass. I also loved the way her jet curly black hair rested on her shoulders and framed her face. She was a beautiful girl.. which told me that her issues were mostly in her head. If we can get her past this… there won't be any stopping her from truly enjoying her life. I'll remind her what it feels like to be wanted and just to enjoy herself… she'll help me regain some of what I thought I had lost. Win win situation.. I'm looking forward to this.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
-Mark Twain