I thought this was a splendid debut. It had the flesh and the fantasy, all coming back to me, as Lew Steinman put it (and for an aural orgasm, as my woman Celine sang it). [Digression-I saw Celine in Vegas and at the Nassau Coliseum in New York State, and she is awesome beyond words, the soul of French Canada (Parliament should name a province after her).] Back to main topic, Lunanul told a story sensitively and from a viewpoint rarely found even on Literotica (and never on the trash sites). It sparked a fifty-years-buried memory for me, and inspired me to write a halfway decent story. People with disabilities are invisible, we try to avoid them, possibly because we are afraid that disabilities are contagious, or manifestations of Divine punishment (cf. Levitical prohibitions on disabled people). And that disabled people are sexual beings like us? Perish forbid (although Franklin D. supposedly did pretty well bonking his secretary, among others). So I for one needed a wake-up call. And Lunanul gave that wake-up call loud and clear.
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