Everyone mentioned or written sexually about in the story is 18 years old or older.
IMPORTANT!
This short story contains tooth brushing as an act of love, growing into a fetish and ends with mild scat.
DO NOT READ further if those things offend you, or you find the categories disliking!
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I had an accident a while ago which reduced my mobility in many ways. The smallest task wasn't so trivial all of a sudden. But stubborn as I am I tried all means to fend for myself just as before, no matter how much my mother pointed out that I should accept the help that was offered to me. And the source of most offerings was both sweet and had a sexy body that'd been my heated blanket on many occasions. My boyfriend was always there and had been so long before accident. We had a really good relationship.
Back to how hard it was to be me when I couldn't show everyone how mobile and self-reliant I were, when practically speaking it was impossible to be -- I heard afterwards. So, I had to give in to his aided offers one everyday-task after another.
From the beginning, I was obstinate and deliberately did things harder for him than they should have been. The feet often ended up in the wrong angle in the shoes, and oh what a hassle sweaters and gloves turned out to be for us.
But the days went by and I started to give in to the help that was needed and that he did what he did because he loved me so much.
And things went really well towards the end of the first week. Most of what we did together became natural and neither of us gave any extra thought to it...but there were some things...
Of course I got help with toilet visits. And it didn't feel the least sexual, though maybe it should have, for obvious reasons. He said he felt the same, and showed nothing visible if he thought otherwise.