the gymp fuck storie, what is sex in a chair like

i'm back after being a long preoccupation with my occupation. i thought i'd repost a story i wrote a year ago to reintroduce myself and maybe get some attention.

When you are in a chair like I am, physical contact is rare. The chair is a divider between you and the rest of humanity. Only little girls without stereotypes ingrained into there innocence, over affectionate aunts and the occasional close friend make it pasts the wheelchairs force field to give the much welcome hug kiss or even hand on shoulder.

Sex... Frustration, agony, dreams unrealized, hope wrapped in torment, love strangled by embarrassment, just a few of the things separating me from cardinal knowledge but occasionally when thing go just right nothing compares. It is these first emotions that must be over come.

Imagine a beautiful young lady sitting across from you at dinner; flashing you smiles touching your arm and flipping her hair as the conversation turns to something more erotic. You begin to realize that she is wearing her good underwear and you are about to get lucky. Any other person would skip the dessert menu, pay the bill and drive this lady to the closest convenient location to get her out of her cloths as quickly as possible.

This doesn't happen because… the sex talk hasn't occurred yet. All this girl knows is that you are somewhat cute, rather charming and she has a bit of a sympathy thing going for you. For her this adds up to… "Ok. This guy is worth a toss". But there is much more she hasn't taken into consideration. Things that would most likely put you out of the running.

On to the bed room; I need help transferring into bed, so the games can only begin once I've transferred. This eliminates spontaneity! I have someone who helps with that at a set time usually the time is worked out 24 hours in advance. I suppose I could transfer in the middle of the day but that would be very conspicuous. Especially because my help...

the gymp fuck storie, what is sex in a chair like

i'm back after being a long preoccupation with my occupation. i thought i'd repost a story i wrote a year ago to reintroduce myself and maybe get some attention.

When you are in a chair like I am, physical contact is rare. The chair is a divider between you and the rest of humanity. Only little girls without stereotypes ingrained into there innocence, over affectionate aunts and the occasional close friend make it pasts the wheelchairs force field to give the much welcome hug kiss or even hand on shoulder.

Sex... Frustration, agony, dreams unrealized, hope wrapped in torment, love strangled by embarrassment, just a few of the things separating me from cardinal knowledge but occasionally when thing go just right nothing compares. It is these first emotions that must be over come.

Imagine a beautiful young lady sitting across from you at dinner; flashing you smiles touching your arm and flipping her hair as the conversation turns to something more erotic. You begin to realize that she is wearing her good underwear and you are about to get lucky. Any other person would skip the dessert menu, pay the bill and drive this lady to the closest convenient location to get her out of her cloths as quickly as possible.

This doesn't happen because… the sex talk hasn't occurred yet. All this girl knows is that you are somewhat cute, rather charming and she has a bit of a sympathy thing going for you. For her this adds up to… "Ok. This guy is worth a toss". But there is much more she hasn't taken into consideration. Things that would most likely put you out of the running.

On to the bed room; I need help transferring into bed, so the games can only begin once I've transferred. This eliminates spontaneity! I have someone who helps with that at a set time usually the time is worked out 24 hours in advance. I suppose I could transfer in the middle of the day but that would be very conspicuous. Especially because my help would have to leave and come back a few hours later to get me up again. This may raise an eyebrow besides being extremely difficult to set up. The biggest thing is this; I'm not your typical guy who just wants a pretty face to look at while he cums. I can't cum. I can just slightly feel my own dick. I want to take it slow; see every inch of the girl I'm with, feel the texture of her skin against mine. I want to taste her, feel her warmth!!!

Now for the nitty gritty. A condom catheter is taped to my dick and connected to a tube that allows me to pee. Step 1, Remove the condom catheter, and there I am ready for a good time. You would think. Remember that condom catheter had a purpose; to catch and redistribute urine. This is where I hope I didn't drink too much at dinner. Step 2, A little manual stimulation and my reflexes produce a full blown erection. An erection… the only thing below my injury that still works.

The lights finally go down and I relax because if she hasn't left yet all systems are "go." I have a chubby ready for action and a beautiful, understanding woman looking down at me, her hair falling forward tickling my face and shoulders. I try to take this moment in; someone to hold, be next to. In this way I think sex is better than before my injury. The connection you have after such a struggle can be wonderful but many often I don't get over the feeling of embarrassment and inadequacy, I know regardless of the attraction, love and combined feelings she my have for me, sex will never be completely satisfying for either of us in a traditional sense. Good sex is more than a stiff penis. Holding touching moving all play a part and I am very much like a taking blow up doll for her. I can't go down on her, caresses her or make moves.. I have to direct her to move up so I can… you know… I want to… well… lick… "JUST SIT ON MY FACE. Ok." It is even worse in person than reading it here. There is no good way to direct sex. I would like to suck on your nipple, please. It is almost comical, like a game of Simon says.

Like a blind person my body compensates for the lack of feeling in some areas by making others hypersensitive. I have come close to orgasm from the light touches and kisses to my neck. Sucking my nipple has made me lose the ability to speak. I LOVE DEEP FRENCH KISSING. As for what I can do for my lady; I can offer an almost continuous erection. My dick loves nothing better than to be played with and will stay hard as long as it gets attention. I also love to perform oral sex on my partner. Eating pussy provides me a connection to my partner that my dick only previously experienced. I take great pleasure in exploring every fold and nuance of her. Sex is definitely different, but it can be great. Sometimes different is great. It does take playful understanding on her part.

I recently discovered that if I'm forced to keep my head arched back while my partner kisses and licks up the center of my neck over my Adams apple I cam actually have something like an organism. What happens it fucking rocks. Please give me more

Sex usually has a flow or progression. From the flirting - hot heavy kissing and petting - cloths ripping - flesh pounding - relief - cuddling and talking. Most of these things still occur but in a stuttered truncated way. I know I'm not going to climax, so the relief never happens (it kind of does happen, about a half hour after she's asleep and I look down and see her laying there with me, not a climax but a nice large ego boost).

The act of sex for me is scary and embarrassing but at the same time wonderfully fulfilling. When a woman is willing to put up with all that and still decides it is worth it and especially if she comes back for more something happens between us that can't be described. It is a bond that only lovers have but more so somehow. It is more about intimacy and less about explosive passion. As for me, what is it like, what do I feel (physically)? I can't feel hot or cold, wet or dry, sharp or dull. What I feel is pressure but more significantly I feel the pounding pressure, the build up to the climax, the rush of adrenalin and in the cruelest trick Mother Nature has ever played I can't climax. Does that mean I haven't experienced an orgasm since I've been in a chair? Yes!!! It's very much like trying to have sex through a rather thick sleeping bag.