People may think that if you are disabled in a wheel chair your sex life has diminished and has passed you by.
Not so by any means.
It was just quite by accident when talking to a friend of a friend who's sister was disabled having lost two legs in a train smash, that I discovered her normal feelings were still as much active as ever they were - even although she was in her mid fifties.
Her name is Patricia but I will call her Pat and She still maintained some dignity but complained that any late romance she had in incurred quickly dissolved because of her disability.
"It wouldn't't be so bad just to have some really nice sexual stimulation, blow the emotional bit, I've had that up to here and the three guys I have had seriously, that was before this happened, all fell through with devastating results I care not to mention."
Pat was nice and I took to her immediately, like I guess a sort of mother figure, well she was well old enough to be that.
"What do you do?" she asked me with an abundant smile that lit up her face. But should I tell her that I was like one of the Chippendale groups but a bit more frivolous doing it for swingers parties?
Whether or not she saw though me I don't know, it must have been the way I hesitated but she said for me to be brave and tell her, that she would not be surprised by anything at her age, that she was too old in the tooth for that!
So I told her.
Surprise, Surprise - she was delighted, Confessing quite frankly if only she could attend one of those swingers parties, but assuming that for one she was too old and two she was disabled.
I felt sorry for her and I don't know what compelled me but I said to her that never the mind, she could have a party all her own.
"You are kidding, you have no need to feel sorry for me Pete I have my dignity - although, to be candid I would dearly love that."
"Then it shall be" I said having made up my mind to cheer this dear old woman up and giver her a bit of life, that the hell. I'd done it enough time for the young ungratified women and young mothers who's spouse's had lost interest and gone elsewhere and the like, so why not for Pat, it would do no harm at all and in fact I found myself rather fancying the idea
"You are making me quiver, Pete you naughty boy, and an old woman like me, surely you have something much better to do than to delight me?"
I smiled, We were alone because she had just made tea for me in her purpose built flat and now she could enjoy her purpose built toy boy to pleasure the cockles of her heart.
I sipped up the remaining dregs in my cup, placed it on the table and started to hum a suitable number and swayed a little to see her reaction, and if favourable I would continue.
She smiled wonderfully, put her hand to her mouth like she couldn't believe what I was doing so I carried on, ripped off my shirt and heard her yell with joy, her eyes focussed on me, watching my every move, which was a joy, to think I could give a woman like Pat so much pleasure.
"I may not be able to perform the act but I can watch cant I?" She was all of a dither, I placed my hand on her brow and whispered she could do more than that if she wanted, "Let us just see how we go huh?" and she replied with an excited gasp that she was all for that.
I went the whole hog and soon disposed of the last bit of clothing on my body, a plum red man -thong which she had delighted in touching as I swayed above her. Enticing her.
She was well away, her eyes closed and she looked so relaxed and so thrilled. It made me feel good too and I wanted to give this dear old woman all I could just to cheer her life a little.