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Mr. Tuesday was stark-ass naked now.  I had his generous (Thank GOD) and very turgid member firmly gripped in my right hand.  One of his hands then slipped inside the back of my fancy panties.  GAHHHH!!!  This was seriously happening…JESUS CHRIST! 

I let him go and felt him bounce against my still underwear covered ass.  I was straddling his waist now, the flimsy piece of cloth separating my more intimate connection to him, drenched.  My top was now askew and I my placed my outstretched arms on either side of his head. 

Mr. Tuesday and I looked at each other lustfully, my long hair tenting our faces.  I felt him tug my panties completely off me, an easy feat when you only have one leg.  Surprisingly enough, especially to me, was the fact that I wasn’t self-conscious of him seeing my stump in all its amputated glory.  With him I forgot I wasn’t physically complete.  There was something about him that ALWAYS allowed me to forget.  I liked that.

I was completely exposed from the waist down now and I could feel the length of his shaft against my seam.  Jesus, Mary and Joseph was that ever winding me up!  I leaned down to latch onto his mouth.  To have his tongue explore mine with abandon.  Whatever his mouth was doing, I wanted to have his member mimic the same to me below the waist.  My lord was it ever an excruciatingly welcome torture.

My blood started to slow and white noise filled my ears as he continued to kiss me and ruthlessly rub himself against my opening.  I needed air.  I couldn’t breathe fast enough.  I was gasping into his right ear enjoying the feel of his stubbly jaw against my cheek.  When I broke free he used that as an opportunity to pull my top off me.

All of a sudden, I was thoroughly naked in front of him.   There was just enough light coming from the hallway that it dawned on me…Mr. Tuesday would see E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.  My saggy boobs, my wrinkled soft middle that bore scars from childbirth, my poorly deforested crotch, all of my imperfections I hide with clothes, laid bare.  That ULTRA amazing feeling I was climbing to just landslided HUGE.

Hello anxiety attack number three.

Mr. Tuesday looked fantastic without clothes on and I needed to remedy my situation quickly.  I didn’t give two fucks—no pun intended—about what satisfaction I needed.  I was hell bent on ensuring that he would be taken care of without having to endure looking at the grossly imperfect side of me.  Distract.  Distract.  MOTHERFUCKING DISTRACT!!!!

I just needed to go though the motions and get the deed and him done by any means possible.  I had to complete the challenge.  I leaned forward as my chest and pebbled nipples dragged against his smooth heated torso.  I adored that skin-to-skin contact.  I kissed him deep and full once more then licked and nibbled his neck and ears.  Then I felt his right hand grip my hip and his left hand position himself to enter me.  The lush tip of his cock teasing my slick entrance then in one fail swoop he pushed up and I sunk into him. Penis entered vagina….wait a minute… OMG.  OMG.  HOLY FUCK!  PENIS HAS ENTERED VAGINA! Mr. Tuesday groaned loudly and I looked at him, my eyes wide and my mouth open to a perfect ‘O’ as he filled me from root to tip.  He started to move, to slowly pump me as I laid on top of him.  Fuck.  He felt so good but I wanted to feel him deeper and harder which meant that I had to sit up and expose myself to him where he could see all the unattractive bits of me. 

He wanted that too, to be deeper in me I could tell.  He slipped his hands in front and pushed me off him just a little so that he was now intently palming and cupping my breasts and rolling my peaked nipples in between his fingers.  Goddamn.   What he was doing felt incredible and I needed compliment his actions with my own but I was freaking out at the fact that he would really have to look at me once I sat upright.

I finally found the courage and to sit up but not before I crossed my forearms in front of me so that my boobs were all that he saw as I placed my sweaty palms against his chest.  I figure this was the best I could do to hide my jelly belly. 

I began to rock my hips and grind myself against him.  Mr. Tuesday groaned loudly as I squeezed him against my inner walls.  He suckled my breasts and pinched my nipples every now and then, which drove me absolutely insane and I just wanted to fuck him even harder however that would mean me leaning back more and he would see just too much unsightly things in the available light.

I knew I was totally over thinking everything which killed a bit the mood on my end but I assumed that what I was doing was decent because he was audibly moaning and panting.  Just take care of him…just take care him…just take care of him I kept repeating to myself. 

I think he wanted me to ride him to the brink and I just couldn’t do it…I was too self-conscious so I figure the best way to hide myself and take care of business was to be a ‘giver’.  I bent forward and kissed him again and then began my slow descent south.  Licking, kissing, sucking and blowing bits and pieces of his ears, throat, chest and stomach.  My long hair like a sheet being dragged against his skin as my mouth moved lower. 

Mr. Tuesday ‘manscapes’!  This motherfucker TOTALLY deserves a blowjob!  Only truly considerate bastards know women don’t want to inadvertently floss their teeth with pubes.

I grazed my lips on his hips, licked his inner thigh and made my mouth known to expanse of skin below his waist.  I looked up at Mr. Tuesday through my lashes as he watched me trace my tongue from base to tip before I opened wide and swallowed his aching manhood until I felt him hit the back of my throat.  I could taste myself on him.  He hissed loudly as I continued my assault, my head bobbing up an down as I ensured I kept him nice and wet inside my mouth.  He started to roll his hips and grabbed a fistful of my hair as I sucked him harder.  He fucked my mouth long enough that my jaw began to slowly ache and my lips became swollen.  I could tell he wasn’t going to let me finish him this way otherwise it wouldn’t have gone on for this long.  I pushed my hair away from my face, kissed his velvety crown and looked at him through hooded eyes.

Mr. Tuesday pulled me up towards him, kissed me quickly then slipped away and stood at the edge of the bed…Ahhh…doggie style…I was game, as this position didn’t show off too much of my unsightly body, well from the front at least.  He entered me unbearably slow I couldn’t help but gasp loudly at the sensation of it.  He pulled back then without warning slammed into me deep.  “FUCK!” I called out.  He was then feverish in his onslaught of me.  Driving himself faster, harder and deeper.  We were both panting hard and I was fisting the sheets.   He let out a laboured groan, gripped my hips roughly before he pulled out and came.  

I already knew that I was never going to finish that night.  My personal hang-ups about my body were too great to fully enjoy my time with him.  He was taken care of and that was my objective.  I also prayed to God he didn’t notice my inexperience.  I just wanted to be a decent lay.   I also FINALLY got the fucking cobwebs cleaned out after two fucking years!!  FUCKING A BITCHES!!!!!!!

Mr. Tuesday then composed himself as did I, got back into bed, asked if I was okay, to which I replied a soft “yeah”, pressed his chest against my back, his left arm around my waist and spooned me as he fell soundly asleep.   I do not cuddle post coitus.  I'm a fuck me, don't touch me and sleep on the wet spot kind of girl.  I found it oddly strange that I did not mind him next to me.

I was awake.  More awake then if I had 5 venti Starbucks blonde roast coffees back-to-back.  My mind was racing reviewing what just transpired and I started to freak out…I think I just made a HUGE FUCKING MISTAKE….

 

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So I have to say…I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY like making-out.  Kissing is a crazy big turn-on for me and this guy was fucking AMAZING at it.  I haven’t done anything like this in years and Sweet Mother of Pearl was it ever panty-wetting!

I savoured Mr. Tuesday’s velvet tongue against mine as our mouths fought against each other in a delicious battle.  I smarted his lower lip as I nibbled towards his jaw line.  His stubble rough and welcome against my cheek.  I licked my way down to his neck and felt his pulse against my tongue.  His hands were still in my hair and when he pulled just a little.  I ravaged his neck and suckled his earlobe. 

Our lips connected again and I trailed my right hand down his chest past his belt.  I palmed him through his jeans. 

He. 

Was. 

Hard. 

HOLY FUCK!  I made Mr. Tuesday like this! 

ME!  Plain crippled me!

Mr. Tuesday responded in kind and plotted sweeping wet kisses across my neck and groped me through my shirt with both hands.  To say I ached in all the right places was an understatement.  I wanted to rip my cardigan and fitted tee off right there just so that he would have easier access to what I wanted him touch skin to skin.  I could care less if it was his fingers or mouth.

He kissed his way back to my lips then pulled back to look at me.  I gave him a smirk and unbuttoned my cardigan.  He softly pressed his lips to mine but didn’t part my mouth.  He placed a kiss just behind my ear. The index finger of his left hand traced my collarbone.  His next kiss was placed just past the pulse on my neck then another onto the right side of my collarbone.  It was opened-mouthed, wet and I felt the skin being sucked in.  Sigh.

The fingers on his right hand skimmed the swell of my right breast and instantly I had goose bumps.  I knew the blood slowed and thickened in my veins.  White noise filled my ears when I felt him pull down and push aside the right cup of my bra.  I was panting now.  Eager and wanton for what he was about to do next. 

I threw my head back and moaned audibly when he kissed the swell of my exposed chest then licked the tight little bud of my nipple.  My lower body trembled in silent satisfaction.  FUCK ME.   I thought to myself.  No.  Seriously.  I would totally let him fuck me right now. 

The bastard then neatly repositioned my bra back into place then layered my shirt over to cover it before kissing me deep and breaking free to sip his drink and sink back into the couch.

MOTHERFUCKER. 

He stops now?!

My lord Mr. Tuesday was good at the game of tease.

He started talking.  About what you ask?  I have no clue.  I just smiled and nodded.  I was thinking about dropping down between his legs and doing unspeakable things to him with my mouth, then thought better of it.  I did my best to not look so incredibly wound up and just snuggled close to listen to him speak.

We made out like high school kids for another half hour or so and I decide to call it a night.  I wasn’t brave enough to sleep with him even though my body wanted otherwise.  He was extremely respectful and understood my decision.  WOW!

Mr. Tuesday apologized for not being able to drive me home as he had been drinking but his chivalrous self appeared yet again and insisted that he pay for my cab ride home. 

He escorted me downstairs.  This time I pulled him by his shirt collar towards me and kissed him on the elevator ride down.  It was quick but satisfying.  The cab was already waiting for me by the time we got outside his building.  We kissed modest but slow one last time inside the cab and said our goodbyes.  There was no mention of “See you soon” or “I’d like to see you again” exchanged between us.  He just kindly requested that I send him a text to let him know I got home.  I let out a breathy “Okay.” And Mr. Tuesday extracted himself from the cab closed the door and headed back into his building as the cab pulled away.

I had a perma-grin for the ENTIRE cab ride home and texted all my lady friends to let them know that I was headed home and that my panties were surprisingly STILL intact and that he was the consummate PERFECT gentleman.

I texted him when I got home and immediately called Jenn to spill the beans on the evening.  In the middle of my conversation with Jenn, Mr. Tuesday called on the other line.  I told Jenn to hold on.

“Hi.”

“Thank you for tonight.  I had a really good time.” I replied.

“Me too.”

“My phone is totally blowing up because my friends are checking up on me.  I have to fill them in.  Do you mind if I let you go?”

“No.  No.  Of course.  I had a good time too.  Get back to your friends.”

Looking back, I have no fucking clue why I just brushed him off like that.  I wasn’t even thinking when I uttered the words, ‘let you go.’  It never crossed my mind that he may have wanted to talk to me about the possibility that he may want to see me again.  I was just giddy that I had a date that didn’t make me want to kill myself and I totally wanted to brag about it.   

That night I reflected on the events that transpired a few hours earlier.  It will be a memory that I will more then fondly remember and recall often because it made me realize that I was enough for someone, even if it was for only a few hours.  Never in a million years would I have thought that someone as charming and as handsome as Mr. Tuesday would be even remotely attracted to me.  Especially the used and broken me now with all my flaws.

I felt worthy. 

It was finally okay for me to want attention and affection.  I was treated, for the first time ever, like a pretty girl.  I have NEVER felt that way about myself and tonight I let myself enjoy every last minute of attention that was paid to me and it was amazing. 

I already knew that I would NEVER hear from Mr. Tuesday again.  I was perfectly fine with it. He is the creature that he is and I went in with my eyes wide open.  He will never have any idea what he inadvertently did for me that night.  He reminded me that my disability truly didn’t define me when it came to attracting the opposite sex and for the first time in 7 years I COMPLETELY forgot that I was crippled.  

He gave me back my confidence.  It was a part of me that I had left for dead post illness and for one night I felt whole.