Monday, February 9, 2009

An Amputee Hooker - Part 1

A short story about for anyone with a woman amputee stump crutches fetish...

The announcement says:

Lady only company that offers discerning gentlemen. Lola, a beautiful and sexy amputee LAK, 34, to meet their fantasies. Available Thursday and Friday eve and all day Saturday. I wish I could. Telephone:

Hi, I'm Elena, or alias Leggy Lola Lola. The name ironic. You see, I have a sense of humor about it. I think for me, when I decided to start doing so. Well, I think it's fun anyway. And even if I say that I, I still have the leg is charming, long, thin and shapely. And the fact that not only focuses on two of their beauty. And yes, I am a disabled woman who is a companion.

If you're reading this because you are curious about my sex life, you will not be disappointed. I will talk about sex and that I will describe some of the things I could do and some things that have happened to me. I'm an escort, then how do you stop? But I'll tell you about other things. Let me explain why I became an escort and I will say about me, even if at the end, I suppose that all related to sex, or rather is related to sexuality: mine and yours. All I say is true, or at least my version of truth. I will tell a story like that, and I am the protagonist of my story. Of course, there are other people too, and one of them is very important. His name is Stephen. Others are only part of the players, but as I found, even if some do little parts, does not mean they were not significant.

Who are Lola and Elena? Elena is thirty-four years, living at home alone and works as an accountant for a large accounting firm. She grew up in England, the West Country, Devon, to be exact, and moved to Bristol where he went to university to study mathematics. He graduated and got a job as a trainee accountancy firm in Bristol. When I was Twenty-Four, was involved in a traffic accident. She lost her left leg as a result. All we have left is about two inches of stem. She wears a prosthesis. Of course, he had an enormous impact on his life, but it has made a habit of it now. That is what this story is. Her friend, Karen, who was driving, was also injured, but fortunately less serious. The accident was no fault of Karen. We remain friends.

Lola is the brainchild of Helena, Helena, but is, or a version of Helena. She is a person, but it is real. Lola is that I did, or should I say in Thursday and Friday evenings and Saturday to resolve the problem of sex. And the problem of disabled sex is not just a problem for people with disabilities.

First, go to the ethics of prostitution on the road. Yes, I know that many women who have been abused and exploited in this profession. Yes, I know that in an ideal world, sex is not for sale and everyone is in line with the normal relationship of love between consenting adults. Sorry if the sound defense, but I had to defend myself before, even for the small number of my friends who have heard of this aspect of my life.

Fortunately, exploitation and abuse have not been my experience. However, I am not typical of an escort, or in my opinion, women who fall into this kind of work. I do not do it part time. I continue my career as an accountant. So, I have sufficient income and have my own house in a good part of town and my independence. I did not do so for financial reasons. And I chose to do so.

If I did not need the money, I do it for fun, you ask. In part, yes, but it is a difficult question to answer, as any work is not always pleasant. I mean, there are parts of my job as an account that took me to tears. I will speak later.

What about risks to my "normal" life? I take all precautions, you can keep this secret, but it is impossible to completely eliminate the risks. However, how to make? Most of my appointments are on call, which means that my clients come to me all the time and we are together, we are in the house that I use for my work bodyguard. And homework is only fifty miles from the city where I live and work. It is owned by an acquaintance of mine who lives abroad. He does not want to hire full-time, but it part time. The story is that my work brings me often to the city and need a place to stay. It is just outside the city, in fact, and it is in its own grounds, there is little chance of neighbors whose homes are about a hundred meters on both sides, noting that male visitors come and go. Karen, my friend who was driving the car when I had my accident, life in the city with her husband. It is five minutes by car from his place at home, and they know about what I do there. Therefore, someone knows where I am and when I am there and they are willing to come if I need. If I have a problem, I can not call them. And also I have my mace spray in bed and a wardrobe in the bedroom and office. I can never predict when a customer wants to do!

It is possible that someone who knows me can become the door as a client. And if someone did? They said? This is a case of "if you caught me when I made you!" What man will admit that his visit to a prostitute, especially one who has only one leg? Think about it.

And I'm not cheap. My fee is two hundred pounds per hour. Because I'm worth the higher price and retain customers who might be less desirable than the outside. This does not mean that there are crazy rich. And let's be honest, I attend a special flavor. Even if I was something of twenty books, do not want just a john shit. Yes, that's exploitation, but if someone is exploiting my disability, I and my disability.

Yes, there is the risk of a local client who is violent or something. Well, it's not that easy, either to protect against, but now I've been good. I have never been attacked, and I just had a client who was unpleasant, but it is only verbal abuse and managed. He obviously had problems that were much closer than me.

Before, I had the accident, I had friends and had sex with them, and I had a little bed and a few casts. I loved sex and I wanted as often as I can, with the right guys. I was looking for a good, attractive and sexy to me. I still am, but not in the same way. I am not the same thing to me than I was before. I changed. I was changed. Physically, I used to be able-bodied woman, then I became a handicap. I changed in and also because of what happened to me. Especially in the eyes of others, I am not the same. This is largely what it is.

I'll tell you what it means to be disabled in terms of gender and sexuality. I learned about this in the ten years since the accident, and I'm still learning now. And I learned a lot from being an escort, and being the type of support that I am.

"You can follow my desire." I wonder how many times I said that since I lost my leg. I never said to myself, then what I wanted to say, but whenever the chance to say what is, is always too late.

After about two years, even starting to feel better about myself, the new Helen, Helen leg. I had lost a leg haunts me. And the only thing to me than my mind could see. It was only much later that I realized that no matter how many people, every man may be rejected or fascinated by it, because that is what he really was, but it is just me who was obsessed by it. I felt like nobody could find me attractive or desirable, and then when some men who do not trust and I could not believe what he meant and I tried to prove to myself that do not.

They became, in my opinion, these two types of men who wanted me, who wanted to be my father and those who want to denigrate me turn into a fetish. What I wanted was love and romance. I wanted to love the freedom of the will to protect, or the ugly and dirty and shabby. Wanted purity. Can not find it. She hated men. I hated sex. I hated my body. I hated myself.

I stopped having sex, but do not want to give it to me. Do not look at men, but men came to me in dreams. Men with beautiful faces and big cocks and big Rippling muscles that have been difficult for me and kissed me and kissed me again and touched my pussy and stroked my cock and ate my pussy and I suck their cocks and then I rolled pushed his big cocks in me and my legs wrapped around them, as I made in heaven. And then I wake up and look down and see my left leg that was not there.

I sank lower, and my body, evil in his solitude and learned all the techniques of masturbation that can WOMANKIND ever invented, and was exhausted when I invented a little more about me. I started watching pornography, I did not like before. My explorations were large and found pornographic images of women like me, with legs missing, and I felt worse. Andalusia, who could aspire to be a fetish object, a strain with a woman involved. Now I would like to meet someone who wanted to be my father, when all they wanted was his cock.

However, pornography and masturbation are not sufficient, because there is never enough. I need to feel the warmth of another human being, and the sensation of skin against mine. So I found a male escort. I looked for an advertisement that serves customers with disabilities. I felt if I could find a way, be used to it, even if he found me disgusting, to be able to hide, because he had practiced how to hide. Would work. It would be a professional. It's as if I needed a complicated and I was looking for the specialist who can do better.

I could not find a way. I could not find the ads placed by the escort of women who gave their series of men with disabilities. Even in this secret and hidden corners of life, there is sexism, and the world as it was really a horrible place, and I think it was.

Must obtain a normal, you are a person for money. And it would be really ready to do it with anyone, it would be willing to let me know. But it would be nice, because I called, and when it is agreed that his client, as I have not seen, and I have a good job and money, if I was rejected when it saw me, I would like to offer so much money that it would not be able to say no.

Ultimately, it is an agency that called me and told me about a woman. She was very kind and friendly and told me that many men who worked on his experience of encounters with women with disabilities. She invited me to come to the agency where we could talk more. It is nice and tastefully decorated and very professional and discreet. She showed me pictures of several men and they were all superb. Finally, I chose one and made an appointment. Came to my house on Saturday afternoon.

Wine. He talked to me and worked to establish mood and very well, but he wanted to get to work. I gag for her. It is I who made the trip to get things moving. It made me feel like a queen. It was strange, but the sex was fantastic. It was great because he was a foreigner and because I had paid.

Do not ignore the fact that I have a stump instead of a left leg, but at the same time not to draw attention to it. When I was cursed at one time, he rested his hand on him. It seems that not a fact, and I am very happy, not sexual, but simply because the game seems neutral. And at the same time, the contact with your other hand on my chest and feeling his cock in my pussy, but felt something neutral.

He was so good that I wanted him again and again and I felt so good that I felt confident enough to ask for another appointment and he said yes. Of course, it is what he does for a living

Having gone, I realized that he had paid was not only sex, but do not worry about what she thought of me, or thought about what he thought of me. And I could not know what she thought of me and especially because the evening was very good, I could decide on the thought, I think it was very beautiful and full of desire for me. I never know the truth, and did not want to know, and it does not matter. And even if it were a fiction, it's not a lie, because lies are not fictions, but the things that are not real, but always true.

I learned more about sex and desire and love in the afternoon that all the sex he had before my accident and after all the suffering that I had been taught. Most importantly, I learned that the sense of romanticism can be created by someone who knows how to create, and there is no pure love and sex, and what we expect of him is to beyond what can be defined with words, and perhaps beyond our understanding, and that nothing in the world that someone can not find eroticism fascinating and desirable, and that no matter what.

The third or fourth time I've come to escort me, we talked, then he said

"You think you're unwanted, non? Take a look at yourself. Her hair, her eyes, her skin, her breasts, her leg."

I must have looked wary and suspicious.

"Look," he said, "We have sex, now we're just talking. I will not tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Although I understand that you do not believe me. But you are good, no doubt. In any case, what happened to your leg? "

"I lost three years ago in a car accident."

It does not bother me and I asked him not to respond to the spirit of it.

Thus, until three years ago, I was looking for a good girl, then became a good girl who lost a leg in a car accident. You will not die. That's life ... "

"And I must have more than me!"

"Well yes, actually."

We went and started to feel like me.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"I think I know what is going to be. Yes, of course you can, but do not guarantee a response."

"How do you think about what you do? "

"It's a job. Sometimes it is a pleasure, sometimes not. This type of work or a person can or can not handle. And you will learn quickly if you can and can not. "

I wanted to ask if it is business or pleasure, but did not want to spoil it. I followed him for a long time.

First time I thought. I agree with the why of desire. I had to learn to see that man could want, not just myself, despite my disability, but sometimes because of it. I had to accept that the desire to protect is natural and normal, but became an exaggeration of what a man can feel for me. And all these ideas led me to a conclusion. Is it true that disabled people have problems with sex, but in physical conditions of people also have problems of disabled people and sex, and the worst of all problems that a person can have power over disabled people and sex is that they want because of their disability. I had the Internet to visit chat rooms on the subject and began to contact people like me and talk to them about it.

Everything was great, and I felt much better, but I am not anyone to date or have sex with others. Mark, my escort, the only man who has screwed me. But it was not just because I hated myself. It is more like me because I, too, and I was going to be a picky eater. And I learned that the scene of encounter is different and more complex and difficult to negotiate when you are in your late twenties and in a long time and not many people like you all, as it was when you were dix-nine and a student at a university where everyone is on a mission to have sex.

While all this was happening and that I was myself again, I continue to enjoy and see Mark and we met, I was the stage that we had. I loved the theatrical aspect of it and ambiguity. And I loved the fact that he arrives and we spend time together and we talk shit and then we left and I had to think about next time she called and came. Of course, I do it sometimes, often at night!

It awakened the ghost of an old mine. Once, on a family holiday in Paris when she was fifteen years I was in the evening with my father and got lost and ended up in the streets of Saint-Denis. Everywhere you looked, there were women and about in various states of undress. Were prostitutes, streetwalkers and fascinated me. They looked exotic and sexy and not sordid and forbidden, and she wanted to be one of them, but of course, have never dared. But for months, I dream and fantasize that I was one of the ladies of the rue Saint-Denis, and I was the most erotic women in the world, and every man you want me . I completely believe in the myth and powerful than I, but they are and how nobody can resist its charm.

This old fantasy turns to me and stayed with me, and grew to be more than a harmless souvenir, and I remembered that I had discovered that men want a woman as I have often felt guilty this subject, and probably could not find a way to get rid of their guilt and had not cut women having sex, and I remembered my search for an escort service who are disabled .

Then I thought I had bodyguards who are not disabled and that the provision of services to people in physical conditions of disabled people who want, or to other disabled persons in the case. I remembered what Mark said when I asked him about his work and said that some can handle and others not, and I thought I could. Then I had a lot of experience of being a client of escort and I wondered what it might be her escort. Not everyone can do it, but I decided I was going to escort the disabled, which offers customers the ability to have sex with a woman with one leg, and Leggy Lola was born.

The context in which it was created in the situation between an escort and a client is released. The money takes care of that. It is, as they say, the magic word that has the moral dilemmas far. If a man has paid, you are comfortable. I know why it is there and he knows it. I do not have to go through all the fears and ideas that are used to pass for a man wants from me. No matter what in this context. And we do not really know each other, so there is no "things" to take the path. I do not find it and provide a service. I am at it, and I know how to create the illusion and fantasy. It is a kind of theater.

And enjoy. People seem to think that prostitutes are not the same emotions that "normal" people experience. Sometimes I do. Sometimes not, but if not, I think it's disgusting or unpleasant. Do the work and maintain the illusion. Of course, being a good whore, you must be a good actress. Yes, bitch. That's what I said.

I see only a maximum of two customers throughout the night and a maximum of four hours on Saturday. I need time to prepare between customers. Not usually young boys, although there have been few. Most are in their thirties and forties, but few have been higher. Some come once. Some have just a few times. Others come for a while and then disappear. I have three clients. One of these visits was for me three years and two others two each.

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