I used to think I was really hot shit. I was really independent, in great shape, funny and adventurous. I was very promiscuous and I could get any guy I wanted. I'm 5'3, 130 pounds, strong, sexy legs, curvy hips. I'm a blue eyed blonde and a submissive slut.
At 26 I broke my neck. I lost all motor and sensory function. My body is numb from the shoulders down. I have to wear diapers and someone has to take care of me at all times and I have to I have to use a big power wheelchair. Now I haven't had sex in six years.
I think about dick a lot. If I think hard enough sometimes I will get a little tingle in that spot deep inside me. My legs spasm and I long to slide my fingers inside my diaper. But I am paralyzed from the shoulders down and I can't move my hands and even if I could I wouldn't touch it, my numb pussy wouldnt feel it anyway.
Last week I went out to a nice restaurant with my best friend. I wore a tight short dress because Heather wanted to dress me sexy. This man at another table kept staring at me.
He slowly looked me up and down, his eyes taking it all in. My big power wheelchair halfway in the aisle leaned back. My arms so still on my arm rests, and one of my feet had fallen completely off my foot rest but I was too embarrassed to call attention to it. I was wearing gorgeous strappy high heels, ridiculous on a girl that can't walk.
Heather had placed a big napkin on my chest and had been feeding me until the man at the other table caught my eye. My face burnt and I turned away from the spoon and both my feet started spasming uncontrollably making my foot rest make noise. I was mortified when a few moans escaped my lips. I dared glance again. He was still staring. When my eyes met his, his were dark with lust and there was no mistaking what was on his mind.
Heather helped me stopped spasming and forced my stubborn crippled legs to bend and returned my freshly manicured feet to my foot rests. I whispered for her to take me to the bathroom. I refused to look at the man as I wheeled past but I had trouble controlling my wheelchair with my head because knowing he was staring. I told Heather I just needed a few minutes to myself and I would text her with my mouth stick when I was ready for her to come get me. I wheeled in to the handicapped stall and leaned my chair back a little and tried to calm down.
That's when the door opened. I heard it lock and saw the boots shuffle toward me. He opened the stall door slowly. We looked at each other; my heart was pounding and my legs and arms started spasming. My hands curled up embarrassingly in my lap.
Oh I'm sorry is this bathroom occupied, he said but his eyes were saying something else entirely. Should I go? He asked and I found myself shaking my head slowly.
So are you paralyzed from the neck down?
I nodded.
Will you be able to feel it if I touch you?
Try and let's see I whispered.