Visit One: Visiting Rites

Something absolutely incredible – and incredibly devastating – happened to me recently, something so dangerous, so stimulating, so mind-blowing – and yet so horribly demeaning – that I can’t seem to come to terms with it. I guess the only answer is to finally share this with someone, let it all out, despite the considerable humiliation that’s bound to cause me.

Well, psychiatry fees being what they are, you’re elected to listen. I hope you can handle the story. It’s pretty outrageous, to say the least, and it makes for some uncomfortable hearing and telling at times. Frankly, at this point, I don’t much care if you can take it or not. After what’s been going on here, after my wild, perverse, unbelievable affair with Big Linda Skrue, it’s either unburden myself to a total stranger or go stark raving mad.

So here we go. To begin with, I’ve been stuck in a wheelchair for the last ten years. Most unfortunate, I know. A stupid accident at the height of my flaming youth robbed me of many things, not the least of which was a normal social life. But finally I found a way to turn my disability to my rather dubious advantage.

I first met this woman I came to know as ‘Big’ Linda when she began to work as my Personal Care Aide. She owned a small private home health care agency, and I’d hired her to help me with the things I couldn’t manage myself: bathing, dressing, and other personal hygiene.

It was an agreeable situation. I didn’t know much about her, but she was certainly pleasant enough. Perhaps she was a bit haughty and distant, yet competent and professional in every way. And to a terminally deprived case like me she was a wet dream to behold. Her face was truly beautiful with strong, severe features heavily freckled orange, and shimmering reddish highlights similarly overlaid the rich golden fall of her long, straight, remarkably thick hair. Tall and strong and outrageously stacked, her beauty and amazing body made her more than just a mouthwatering specimen. In a way she was also profoundly intimidating.

There was something about her, something beyond her bulky arms and shoulders, her unbelievably heavy breasts and impressively muscular six-foot one-inch frame. Maybe it was in the way she carried herself: such confident poise, such a challenging look and stance. It made me wonder if there was anyone at all out there that was truly man enough for her.

Of course, I had no illusions about myself.

I’m a good enough looking guy, and fully capable where it really counts. But there’s always this goddamn wheelchair. Not many women are open-minded enough to look beyond it and give me a try. In fact, by the time I met this gorgeous Linda Skrue, my confidence had been so battered by the endless string of rejections that I never quite had the guts to make a move on her. Yet she must have known how much I wanted her. She worked in daily proximity with my naked body, after all, and some truths just can’t be hidden.