Silently, she was sitting on her shower chair, eyes closed, leaning against his upper body as his soapy hands spread the slippery film on her skin. Attentively, he lathered every inch of her, yet kept his professional distance when his fingers ran over her more intimate places. He hummed a soothing tune to appease her spirits. She found this procedure still somewhat upsetting, albeit a lot less than she had used to. He wa...

"God, just let him get back to me in one piece, please!" I would never ask for anything else. It was the plea, the bargain, the mantra I kept repeating in my head during the nine months my husband, Liam had been deployed in Iraq. He did come back in one piece – the wound in his left leg would take months to recover from and bound him to a wheelchair and therapy, but he was back. In a way, I knew something was off the mome...

Do you remember me? Toby. I am the one that had the motorbike accident in my early forties. I wrote 'Carers, Bedwashes And Erections'. I am virtually paralysed now, but still love getting erections in front of women of all ages, with my four-and-a-half inch penis, (when soft) seven-and-a-half inch cock, (when hard). It's quite fat, with a fairly large mushroom head, and If you remember, I was quite, sexually, adventurous...

Sir knew that his sissy boy liked pokemon but underestimated just how much when he accidentally found a binder in the bedroom one day full of printed pokemon fanfiction porn and fan art he’d collected and commissioned.  It was labeled as  ‘the secret stash’.  Where normally,  someone’s stash included bondage art of porn stars or a DVD of hardcore fucking involving a babysitter and a delivery man or maybe hentai of a stepm...

Fifteen minutes late, April thought. Great. Fifteen more and she’d be free to go. A friendly waiter approached. “Are you ready to order, ma’am?” She stirred her water glass. “Maybe just the drinks menu?” He nodded, “Right away, ma’am.” And briskly walked away. Wow, she thought. So we’re really in the “ma’am” days now, huh? At thirty-nine years old, she’d hoped she had a few months left in her before people would catch a w...

I love my mother. Most men can easily make that statement. I however, can also say that I have made love to my mother. This is where our relationship is unique. I have written in detail other stories using different names and from the third person telling about how my mother and I ultimately became closer than ever. In 1986 I was 19 years old and broke my neck in an accident while in college. After rehab, I came home to r...

When they entered the room it was obvious Brian would have to be the first to get into bed. He pulled his wheelchair beside the bed and removed his armrest. Just before he scooted into bed he took a quick look at the others. His mother stood directly in front of him. She was topless and the light pink panties were so sheer. Therefore, he was able to clearly see the two things he had remembered so vividly from when they we...

Chapter 1 Brian broke his neck and became paralyzed in 1986. After his rehab and a brief stay back at home, he quickly grew accustomed to life in a wheelchair. He was introduced to his new sex life by his personal care attendant. Strangely enough, he was further educated around the same time by his mother. In fact, the three of them together explored new sexual possibilities his last few days at home before returning back...

***Contains some Spanish dialogue!! Translations will be inparenthesesafter quotes! Story is a work of fiction*** Hello, my name is Ian and I am a 16 year-old, half-white half-Mexican, teen. I also have a mild form of muscular dystrophy that weakens my muscles. My upper body strength is probably at 75% compared to a person who does not have this disease, and my leg strength is at around 30%. This means I use a powered whe...

My name is Nate and I am in a wheelchair. I have a neuro-muscular disease which makes my limbs weaker and unable to walk and perform simple daily tasks without help from others. This story starts when I was 17 years old. I have an Aunt named Mandy who for the past couple of months or so has been my "employee" of sorts. I receive government aid to hire people to help me in and out of bed, cook, shower... etc. Before it was...