Hi. My name is Mark. I am a disabled man in my early thirties. This is the story of my disability, and the special lady that comes every day to help me take care of myself. I hope you enjoy it.
I was born with a birth defect called Spina Bifida. To put it simply as I can, the nerves going from the spine to my legs did not completely form thus causing paralysis from my waist down. I use a wheelchair to get around. Life for me is pretty good but I have difficulty meeting women for a relationship beyond friendship.
Every morning, My attendant Debbie comes over to cook for me, make the bed, and basically just make sure I am all right. I look forward to her visits very much. She has really been there for me.
Let me tell you a little more about her. Debbie has the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen. She has chestnut brown hair that flows halfway down her back. She also has a body that would make Carmen Electra jealous. She always wears these T-shirts that show off her enormous breasts and the tightest jeans that highlight her perfect ass and killer legs.
One particularly hot summer day I was feeling rather depressed and lonely. I felt like my life was passing me by. I had never known what it was like to kiss a woman, much less make love with her. I was so lost in thought and my depression; I didn’t even hear Debbie come into the house.
“Hi Mark.” She said.
Jarred out of my funk I finally answer. “Oh, Hi Deb.”
“Hey, you okay?” she asks, ruffling my long hair.
“Uhh yeah, I guess so.”
“You’re bothered about something I can tell.” She says.
“It’s nothing, really.”
“Come on, talk to me.” She urges.
“It’s kinda personal.” I confess.
“Come on. I have seen you naked. There’s obviously no secrets between us.”
I start to blush when she says the word naked. “Yeah I guess there are no secrets between us. Maybe it would help if I got this off my chest.”
Debbie puts her purse on my desk and sits on my bed next to me. “Go ahead Mark, tell me.”
“OK. It’s like this. I feel a certain way all the time.”
“What way?” she asks.
“I’m embarrassed to say it.”
“Tell me. I won’t think badly of you if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I feel horny all the time.” I start to blush and look away from Debbie.
Debbie grabs my chin so she can look me square in the eye. “That’s all perfectly normal. You have needs too you know.”
“There’s another thing I am embarrassed to say that too.”
“Just say it.”
“OK. I jerk off a lot.”
“That’s normal too. Everyone does or has done that.”
“Really?” I ask.
“Yes, really.”
“Deb, do you?”
“Yes I do.”
“Debbie, can I ask a favor of you? You’re probably going to say no and I would totally understand if you did.”
“Mark, quit stalling around and spill it.”
“OK, here goes. Debbie, would you help me become a man?”
Debbie sits in silence for a few minutes taking in what she had just heard.
“I knew you wouldn’t like my idea. I’m sorry Deb.”
“That’s not it, Mark. I was just shocked when you said it.”
“So, will you help me?”
“Can I think about it for a while, Mark?”
“Sure Deb, take all the time you need. And if you don’t want to do this I fully understand.”
“You’re a sweetie, you know that Mark?”
“If you say so, Deb.”
“I’d better get your dinner for you. Debbie said as she stood up and left the room.
Two days later, Debbie came back to check on her favorite patient.
“Hi, Mark. Feeling any better today?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Good. That’s what I like to see.”
“Debbie, have you given any thought to my idea?”
“Yes Mark I have.”
