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but was holding back.
    “How ‘bout we go back to my place and you can tell me all about it” I suggested. He nodded. He paid his tab and I rolled him out the front door. Back at my place I quickly found out what he was hesitant to tell me. As soon as the door was closed I slipped out of my dress (in front of him of course) and helped him out of his khakis. What I saw staring up at me as I removed those Government Issue boxers took my breath away. He quickly started to explain, obviously a little embarrassed, although he had no reason to be.
    “You know how they say that a blind man’s other senses, (hearing, smell, etc) get stronger since his vision is gone? Well, that’s what the doctors say is happening to me. My left leg is mostly gone, but my uh, you know, is growing to compensate. In a few months I’ll have to get a special shoe fitted for it.”
    I reached down and began massaging his penis; slowly at first and then faster as I saw the smile form on this face. “Perhaps I can help that growth along” I said. He hardened almost instantly on that. I slipped my legs over the arms of his chair and guided him into me. His strong arms held me tightly as he began furiously thrusting to depths that I’ve never felt before. I’ve spent a lot of time sitting in expensive chairs during boring meeting after boring meeting, but this was certainly the most comfortable I’ve ever been in a chair.
    I’m not really sure how long we spent in that position, him thrusting rhythmically, me just trying to keep from blacking out from the sheer waves of pleasure he was causing. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, his mouth moved from kissing me to my breasts. It was all both of us could stand, and we exploded together, with me collapsing into a sweaty heap on his chest when our simultaneous orgasms finally abated.
    “Thank you Brianna,” he said softly. “That was the first time I’ve been with a woman since the accident. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to fit back into society properly.”
    I gave him a wry smile. “Well, you certainly fit into me just fine.” And that was the evening I spent with “Three-Leg Larry”.

An Unexpected Tryst
    Still reeling from the other night’s madness, I sat down on the sofa in my empty living room, flicking through the channels. Maury on one channel - 12 DNA tests and still no closer to the father. “What a slut” I thought to myself, “Probably on welfare, me paying for those 12 ugly ass kids of hers!”. Next was some local News programme with what’s-his-face doing the Weather. Another day with nothing but rain and clouds! More and more channels whizz by, older ladies in courtrooms, trailer trash drinking liquor, blah blah blah.
    Nothing on the TV, rain beating hard on the windows, what was there to do? I adjusted my blouse which I was still wearing from the night before and ran my fingers over the pin Vincent had left me. How could I have been so fucking stupid! Why I went with the first guy to pay me any attention, I don’t know.
    I got up and walked towards the kitchen because at times like these I always reach for my secret stash - my drug of choice - my bumper box of truffle chocolates. I don’t even remember who gave them to me, it was just some guy on one of those speed dating nights I setup for work. I was about to start eating them when something better caught my attention from out the corner of my eye.
    I stared at it for a moment transfixed… The glow from the recently fitted halogen lights that cute guy recommended when he came round and installed the garbage disposal, seemed to make it glisten. I remember when he was packing away his tools, I wanted to give him a tip for all his hard work, but was low on cash. What else was I supposed to do? I thanked him and poured him a glass of bourbon as I started to stroke his arm. It only took a couple of sips before I was on my knees unzipped his jeans, and taking his sweaty tool in my mouth. His hands were