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Post by britishtetra on Sept 1, 2021 16:05:33 GMT -5
Hello everyone, a fishing fantasy.
Itās just before 8 am in the morning, and I am sat in my wheelchair with my pole in the water, waiting for the big one to bite. The lake in Woodlands View is quiet, it was just a 40 minute drive to Ombersley from Birmingham, and we had been there many times before. It was a mixed event, Lady fisherman from all over Worcestershire entered the match. My peg is the best, beside the reeds in the left corner with a slight breeze. Another catapult of sweet corn lands by the float. There is a tap on my shoulder ā¦ āIs that a octopus frame?ā She asks, admiring my set up. I smile, at last someone with knowledge. Suddenly my float drops beneath the water! āStrike?ā She says. Quickly my arm raises the lineā¦ hooked! āYou got it.ā Came her cry. A thunderous bolt echoed above, and droplets of rain bombarded the water. She set up the umbrella and sat beside me. The bend on the elastic stretches out over three metres, as she takes charge and grabs the pole from me. āI hope you donāt mind,ā she says,āOnly Iāve never played with anything so big.āā¦ I coughed and made a saucy remark ā¦ āYou can try me later if you want!ā ā¦ I can see her complexion change. Her cheeks redden, her breathing quickens and she comes back beneath the umbrella. Other fisherman look over, there willing the line to snap. The arm on my joystick is lowered, she gets up and bangs her backside into my right shoulder. Frustrated ā¦ āLand the fish and Iāll give you 25%.ā I sayā¦ she turned and jolted the pole. The line breaksā¦ āSorry.ā She saysā¦ āLetās try again.ā The rain eases and she stops with me for the rest of the day ā¦
That was one of my favourite activities, probably how I got the pressure sore.
Pete, š
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dumbthumbs
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Post by dumbthumbs on Sept 1, 2021 22:19:20 GMT -5
I am a romantic by nature so although I have so many sexual fantasies it's also the things leading up to those fantasies that often get me all devvy. I have this fantasy of meeting a PWD that I have a crush on. I would need to travel by airplane to see him. I think about the anticipation of getting on the plane and fantasizing about how the meeting would go. My devvy feelings begin to soar as I am on the plane. The feeling of butterflies in my stomach are so great as I am getting off the plane and then the first sight - him waiting for me and me walking towards him. My dev feelings are raging by this time, I can anticipate the look on both of our faces. I dream about a soft caress on his cheek with a deep kiss on his lips. Yikes, that gives me butterflies just thinking about it. I play this out often. Back hugs and straddle hugs are always in my mind. Cuddling while out at a movie, back hugs while visiting places of interest. My fantasies have a lot of fun activities in them. I also think cuddling on a stormy day, holding hands, watching Netflix. I often wonder how I would actually respond IRL. Would I spontaneously combust from overwhelming feelings? Can't wait to see one day. Wow SouthernCalGal, I relate to this so much! For me, it's always been way more about the "normal", day to day couple-y stuff that I hold onto/fantasize about. With anyone, partners or even friends, the moments I cherish are where the disability isn't so much some kind of obstacle that someone is overcoming, but it's just fully integrated into the fabric of the dynamic that it's almost second nature, leaving you to focus on the butterflies, creating memories, and just sharing each other's presence. You will definitely spontaneously combust though, that's a given.
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Post by dumbthumbs on Sept 1, 2021 22:21:42 GMT -5
Fantasy Update: Hi everyone I have been very excited to share this with all of you! My neighbor and I hung out for the first last Sunday!! I woke up feeling really great on Sunday morning, and just decided to ask her to come over off the cuff. At around 12:30 I texted saying that I had a growler that I needed to drinkāwould she like to come help me drink it? At around 1:30, she texted back she was out to lunch but what time was I thinking? I said 4:00. At 3:11 she texted that she would be over at 4:00. Iām freaking out with excitement at this point! I decide to play it cool and just enjoy myself in the moment! At 4:00 she came walking though the hedgerow in my backyard. My Mom brought out the beer and my neighbor and I sat outside talking and drinking for two hours! It was so much fun! We had a great conversation, never had any awkward pauses and it was great to learn more about her personality and world view and to hear her voice. Iām not sure if she was excited, nervous, or just glad to have someone new to talk to, but she didnāt stop talking the entire time. I was happy she wanted to talk to me. I just hope she found me as interesting as I found her. Isnāt it weird finding the right balance between talking and listening in a conversation? She looked great too! She was wearing a crop top (that she had made from an old vintage Buffalo Bills sweatshirt), athletic shorts, sandals, and she had her nose ring in! At one point I had to go in to use the bathroom (it was a lot of beer). I decided to ask her to open the door to let me into the house. She then had to move a pair of flip flops out of the doorway. I went in used the bathroom and then went back outside to join her. I thought by asking her to help me I was showing trust. I think she liked that I was comfortable enough to ask her for help. When she moved the flip flops, she gave a flourish with her hand like: āthis way sir.ā It was sweet. She was natural at helping me. From spending enough time around me over the years, she knew intuitively how to assist me. When I came back outside she walked over and put my beer back on the tray table of my wheelchair. She had never stood that close to me before. At the end I thanked her for coming over and she thanked me for inviting her, I said we should do it again sometime. She offered to help me bring in the stuff. I said it was okay my parents would be out. I told her to say hi to her parents and we parted. It was such a great way to spend the afternoon and it made me smile for a week straight.š
Iām trying to take my time before I ask her over again. I hope she wants to come over! Any advice on fun and friendly activities to invite her over to do? There is a woman in my neighborhood that I have been thinking about. She is really cute, has a beautiful smile, deep steely blue gray eyes, is smallāaround 5ā2ā and curvy. She gained a little weight over the pandemic and looks great! We are friends and I see her around a lot. She doesnāt wear a lot of makeup and lets her natural beauty shine, which I love to see. She looks great in going out clothes, but I like her the best in the comfy everyday clothes she wears most often. I canāt stop thinking about cuddling with her! For me, it is this idea of non-sexual, but slightly sensual, every day human touch that is the most tantalizing. In my fantasy Iām in my wheelchair and she is sitting on my lap with her arms wrapped around my neck in a collar hug. She leans in close enough so I can smell her and admire the view. She gives me a nice sweet little kiss on the mouth. Then she drops her hand down and rests it on my chest. At the same time she nestles her head into the crook of my shoulder and scrunches her body close to mine tightening her embrace. I love feeling the weight of her against me. She starts to rub my back and shoulders. I tell her a joke that makes her laugh, but itās kind of corny, so she shakes her head and rolls her eyes a bit. She touches her forehead to mine and smiles. She moves the hand on my chest down until she finds my hand and takes it in hers. I squeeze it tightly with all the might that I have. Then we start talking about something stupid, like what we are going to do for dinner. Iād love to be touched like that! Just a little everyday. And who knows where some of those domestic scenes might lead. This is awesome! Hope there's a part 3 coming soon!
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Post by martink on Sept 2, 2021 9:39:17 GMT -5
Fantasy Update: Hi everyone I have been very excited to share this with all of you! My neighbor and I hung out for the first last Sunday!! I woke up feeling really great on Sunday morning, and just decided to ask her to come over off the cuff. At around 12:30 I texted saying that I had a growler that I needed to drinkāwould she like to come help me drink it? At around 1:30, she texted back she was out to lunch but what time was I thinking? I said 4:00. At 3:11 she texted that she would be over at 4:00. Iām freaking out with excitement at this point! I decide to play it cool and just enjoy myself in the moment! At 4:00 she came walking though the hedgerow in my backyard. My Mom brought out the beer and my neighbor and I sat outside talking and drinking for two hours! It was so much fun! We had a great conversation, never had any awkward pauses and it was great to learn more about her personality and world view and to hear her voice. Iām not sure if she was excited, nervous, or just glad to have someone new to talk to, but she didnāt stop talking the entire time. I was happy she wanted to talk to me. I just hope she found me as interesting as I found her. Isnāt it weird finding the right balance between talking and listening in a conversation? She looked great too! She was wearing a crop top (that she had made from an old vintage Buffalo Bills sweatshirt), athletic shorts, sandals, and she had her nose ring in! At one point I had to go in to use the bathroom (it was a lot of beer). I decided to ask her to open the door to let me into the house. She then had to move a pair of flip flops out of the doorway. I went in used the bathroom and then went back outside to join her. I thought by asking her to help me I was showing trust. I think she liked that I was comfortable enough to ask her for help. When she moved the flip flops, she gave a flourish with her hand like: āthis way sir.ā It was sweet. She was natural at helping me. From spending enough time around me over the years, she knew intuitively how to assist me. When I came back outside she walked over and put my beer back on the tray table of my wheelchair. She had never stood that close to me before. At the end I thanked her for coming over and she thanked me for inviting her, I said we should do it again sometime. She offered to help me bring in the stuff. I said it was okay my parents would be out. I told her to say hi to her parents and we parted. It was such a great way to spend the afternoon and it made me smile for a week straight.š
Iām trying to take my time before I ask her over again. I hope she wants to come over! Any advice on fun and friendly activities to invite her over to do? This is awesome! Hope there's a part 3 coming soon! Me too, my northern brother, me too! Iām definitely working on it!
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Post by SouthernCalGal on Sept 16, 2021 14:11:08 GMT -5
dumbthumbs - I know that combustion will happen LOL!!!
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Post by feelsunshine on Oct 3, 2021 6:30:54 GMT -5
Ok, I just typed my story as experienced in real life and to me it was a movie-like, devy, though non-erotic scene in a hotel room, most people would probably say itās nothing special, however I just figured that I donāt want to share this here because it seems too intimate. since I spent at least half an hour describing the scene, and now decided to back out, I at least want to say now, that Iāve tried. sorry š
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Post by SouthernCalGal on Oct 4, 2021 14:51:27 GMT -5
Ok, I just typed my story as experienced in real life and to me it was a movie-like, devy, though non-erotic scene in a hotel room, most people would probably say itās nothing special, however I just found out that I canāt share this here because it seems too intimate. since I spent at least half an hour describing the scene, and now decided to back out, I at least want to say now, that Iāve tried. sorry š IRL Experience? I'm jealous feelsunshine!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2021 1:29:42 GMT -5
My little sub self wants to curl up on a para's lap in his wheelchair and fall asleep like that :"D
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2021 1:32:08 GMT -5
I relate very much to what ayla said, so I'll try to only include ones that are different. My first one is something that actually happened to me, but I would so love for it to happen again. We were at an amusement park and went on a ferris-wheel type of ride. It didn't have anywhere to put your feet, so you had to hold your legs up when the ride started and let them dangle the rest of the time. Obviously, he couldn't hold his legs up, so I reached over with one of mine and lifted them up for him. That moment was sooooo devvy for me and will forever be etched in my memory to re-live over and over. My other one is just a simple tender moment. He's sitting on the couch with his feet up, and I'm lying next to him with my head in his lap and my hand on his legs as he strokes my face and hair. There's something very sensual about touching and being touched by the parts of his amazing body that look/move differently. In those moments, I feel so relaxed and connected to him. Youre describing my dream, if only I could be that intimate with someone >3<
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Post by brinzerdecalli on Oct 24, 2021 14:29:47 GMT -5
I find this such a tricky challenge, since sexual has so many different meanings for different people and changes with the context of each moment, amorphous in nature. I have had nude cuddles that felt almost platonic with unmatched vulnerability, warmth, and care, and public single-finger handholds that were extremely erotic and passionate; obviously sexual.
I do have a fantasy of finding someone who is not afraid of strong negative/bewildered public opinions, and drawing eyes, or even enjoys it. Here's an example of a story:
We are on a jog at the Schuylkill [ a local river ] Trail bantering and flirting when she stops mid-lope. She starts complaining, "My legs are so sore. I really need to sit somewhere, now!" I can tell she obviously is just playing around by the unique childishness in her voice. She starts frantically looking for a place to sit, but calculated the perfect spot that there are no good sitting spots around. "There's nowhere to sit, and I don't want to get my pants wet on the grass. hmm..." She playfully but suggestively draws my attention and anyone near to her yoga/workout leggings by spinning around and gesturing to her butt. Knowing exactly what she is getting at I chuckle and say, "Alright you, come here." Tapping my lap invitingly.
She knows to pull my joystick aside, then recline me back in my chair to expose my lap more, and that it is okay just to jump on once I am in position, since she is pretty petite and light. Still, she manages to go a bit hard and shoots a brief pain down my leg as she finds her sideways plant. She then leans back to hug me and kiss my cheek, then nuzzle into my neck. And we just sit there as people run or bike past and stare at us as they move to the side of the path we are partially blocking.
āWe should probably move to a better spot, out of the way.ā I suggest. She goes from being perky and bouncy to sulking as she starts reluctantly sliding off my lap. But she halts awkwardly mid dismount, suspended in a limbo pose, the moment she heard my voice, āYou can drive us.ā. Without a missed beat she springs back on my lap, scoots as far back on it as she can, swings my joystick back in, and speeds off. The kick of acceleration rocks her into me even more and my hands jut into the backmost sides of her waist. She uses her free hand to pull my arm around to the front side of her, opening my hand around her, sliding my thumb under her crop-top. She leans back, arching her back so my head is resting just over her shoulder. She reaches over her head and runs her hand up my bicep across my shoulder and behind my neck just at the base of my skull. She pulls my head forward and meets my lips with hers for a lingering kiss and a second. I pull away enough and only enough to speak, āYou should really watch the road.ā She beams, gives me one more hastened peck, then turns back forward.
We continue on like that, her rubbing the arm wrapped around her the whole way, until we get to a bench outcrop. She pulls over and parks sideways right next to an empty bench. āNow can I get distracted?ā She prys after she spins around whipping her leg over my head and resting it firmly on the plastic wheel well on the opposite side. We just stare into each otherās eyes, her hands on my chest and mine on her hands. She follows the tension, inching closer and closer into a passionate kiss.
After a bit, I grow self-conscious of such a level of PDA in a highly trafficked area and start noticing everyone watching us with mixed expressions of discuss, shame, confusion, and annoyance. She notices my shift in attention and says, āYou know, theyāre just jealous of me.ā Then kisses my neck until she can tell I know she doesnāt mind what anyone thinks, and then goes back to making out with me.
And end sceneā¦
It is kinda funny, seeing as I typed this, how my fantasy is having someone who gets me so well that I barely have to speak. lol
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Post by infinatedreams on Oct 25, 2021 7:56:58 GMT -5
gotta be honest, ive been trying and trying not to have a non-sexual devvy fantasy and I just cant, no matter what I try and imagine every moment with a dev there is always something sexual going on, physical or non physical, spoken or unspoken. Maybe there is something wrong with me.
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Post by Dr. BiPAP Sachin on Nov 7, 2021 21:07:14 GMT -5
gotta be honest, ive been trying and trying not to have a non-sexual devvy fantasy and I just cant, no matter what I try and imagine every moment with a dev there is always something sexual going on, physical or non physical, spoken or unspoken. Maybe there is something wrong with me. Oh you sexy beast, you lol
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Post by Taurean on Nov 10, 2021 1:38:34 GMT -5
Ok, this one is also based on real events. And I haven't really shared in this way before, so please be kind, and I hope you enjoy.
Like many others, I feel like my power wheelchair is an extension of me, and I'm picky about who interacts with it. So a rather intimate thing is for my partner to sit in it. I can stand if I have something to hold onto or lean on, and I like to give massages, so it works pretty well as a massage chair. She is not as familiar with the chair, so she lets me move the joystick and make any adjustments to the recline or elevation to make sure we are both perfectly comfortable. I stand behind her, and start to work on her neck and shoulders. My fingers aren't very dexterous, but my hands are strong and gentle, and good for getting into those tense muscles. I move up to her scalp and do my best not to get her hair tangled in my fingers, though it happens occasionally as I move her hair around and also caress the ears. I sneak a kiss on her neck before I move around to one side of the chair, then the other, to get a different angle, firmly kneading her shoulders, arms, and hands. I end with gentle soothing caresses, and ask if she has any other requests.
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Post by lyon11 on Dec 18, 2021 14:11:23 GMT -5
When I was young I was lucky enough to have this happen to me: When I went for a walk a girl pushed my wheelchair and intentionally reclined my head back, so that I rested on her chest, turned to see her and she approached sliding her arms across my shoulders as if hugging me from my back. I remember that a lot and if I could I would repeat it
I use a translator, so sorry if it doesn't translate my ideas correctly.
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Post by ruthmadison on Feb 6, 2022 10:58:23 GMT -5
There's this moment in Annabelle's book My Ex's Wedding where they're on a plane and Alex can't fully turn his neck to look at her. I don't know why but that single moment is so hot and I picture it in my mind a lot.
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