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After a face-reddening orgasm that literally made me scream and become completely exhausted, he put me on my back, got undressed and on all fours, so his cock was right by my mouth. I took the cue. I always thought that I should make my other skills stellar to make up for what I can't do downstairs, but I'm far from being a blowjob queen.
He got behind me, gently rolled me on my side, and fucked me for a good fifteen minutes. That's all I needed to come again. After ten or fifteen minutes, I usually get too sore and want the man to stop anyway, so the timing was perfect. Afterward he lay in bed giggling. Perturbed, I asked him what was so funny. He said I was better in bed than most able-bodied girls he's slept with, and he'd slept around a lot. My smile could've been seen in the dark.
I was so excited about how great sex could be that I went on a tear and had sex with eight men in eight weeks. It was shockingly easy to do. Guys came out of the woodwork on MySpace, OkCupid and Match when they saw I was a sexy single blonde — disabled, sure, but most didn't care. They wanted sex, and they saw I was on the prowl. Out of the fifteen first dates I went on, eight got in my pants. My next lay was a pot-smoking, thirty-six-year-old Motley Crue fan with four kids. He couldn't keep it up. Next was a pierced emo drummer. Then an ex-con who was addicted to eating pussy. Then a Clay Aiken look-alike. After that, a bisexual chef. Finally, I did a science geek with an white man's afro. Some were good, some were bad. But the whole experience was physically and emotionally exhilarating.
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My girlfriends were surprisingly supportive; they said every girl needed to do this before settling down. And in fact, that's exactly what I did. I met a physical therapist who moonlighted as a photographer. We've been together for the past seven months, and in that time I've learned a lot more about my body. There are benefits to dating a physical therapist.
After eight years of being sexually active, I'm finally with someone who can keep up with me. Together, my boyfriend and I have checked off a long to-do list of "musts," including threesomes, group sex and the mile-high club. And I've been inspired to create a website dedicated to sex and disabilities. It's pink and girly, with sexy cartoons of Bratz-looking chicks in wheelchairs, a far cry from the educational info they gave me in rehab. Their videos featured nervous guys in wheelchairs with gross, reddened cocks and ditzy blondes mechanically getting it on in a living room straight from the '70s — all bright yellow walls and fluorescent lights. I'm living proof that sex with a disability is way more complicated, and a whole lot hotter, than that.
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Tiffiny Carlson is twenty-six and lives in Minneapolis with her
rescue kitty, Daphne Du Maurier. She has been published in New Mobility, Kids on Wheels, Evote.com, 360mag.com, Lovebyrd.com, and
plenty of other semi-noteworthy publications. She is a part-time model and a
vocal advocate of stem-cell/spinal-cord-injury research.
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