True Tales
By
Ruth Madison
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 by Ruth Madison
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Introduction
After reading my books and stories about romance between disabled men and non-disabled women, people often ask me about my personal experience. Are my stories based on my life? Where do I get the confidence to write about men who have spinal cord injuries or other disabilities?
When I first started writing (W)hole, I had absolutely no experience with disability in real life. Though the character of Elizabeth is modeled extremely closely on me, I had no Stewart. He was the ideal that I imagined for myself, the man I longed for. I often tell people that (W)hole is fictional in everything that actually happens, but absolutely true emotionally. Every emotion that Elizabeth experiences is something that I went through
Like most romance novels or erotic shorts, the events that happen in my stories are not based in real life. They are fantasies meant to entertain and to remind us that love is possible. With so many heroines in my stories who find wonderful men who love them, I couldn’t possibly be basing them all on my own life!
However, that said, I have dated many men who have disabilities in real life. I’ve dated both disabled and non-disabled men in fairly equal numbers. I try not to restrict love, but to allow it to come into my life in whatever form is right. This also means that I give almost anyone a chance.
This book contains five stories taken from my real life. They are the true stories of five disabled men I dated. As of this writing I am 29 years old and I have been on at least a first date with eleven different men who had a mobility disability of some kind. I met all of them on the Internet, and this number does not include those that I had a purely online flirtation with. In many ways the writing of my first book is what opened up the door for me to start exploring my sexual interest in real life. It’s been a wonderful adventure!
I have also made friends with many men who have disabilities and so from my rather vast experience, I grew confident to write the male characters that I write. Because the number one thing my adventures have taught me is that all people are different. There is no one common way that all men will respond to having a disability. Their feelings about it, how (and whether) they adjust to it, whether or not they are hoping for a cure someday, are all different depending on the person.
These stories represent a variety of men and situations as well. Most are explicit and some are sweet. I had a hard time deciding what order to put them in, but I went with chronological. Each one is named for the State he comes from. After I expanded my Internet search criteria to take in people all over the U.S., I started referring to the guys by their State when I told the stories of my adventures to my coworkers.
Without further ado, here is the peek inside my real life that this book offers…
NorCal
Before I can get to NorCal himself, I need to give you some background. I was 26 years old, living in SoCal, and I had just broken up with the man I lost my virginity to. I had found sex disappointing: painful, scary and not at all enjoyable. Devoteeism, an experience in which the person who has it is sexually turned on by people who have physical disabilities, was hanging over me. I knew that I had it, I had known about it for many years, and I had been experiencing desire for disability from the time I was a young child. I had not yet acted on it because I struggled with feelings of guilt and fear that it was wrong. [If you’d like more detail about my relationship with my devoteeism, you can read my novel (W)hole, which explores all these issues in depth].
After my experience with my non-disabled boyfriend, I started to think that maybe I would never enjoy sex with a man who didn’t have a disability. It was time for me to find out if devoteeism was pure fantasy or if it would be as good in real life as it was in my dreams.
I joined a dating site specifically for disabled people and went searching. At first I just looked within my own state and soon found Mr. NorCal. He was about a seven hour drive away from me, so we got to know each other through email. For weeks we sent long emails back and forth. I gave him my phone number and he called right away. We started talking on the phone every evening.
He told me about his family: he was close with his young nephews. He told me about his travels: he had been all over the world with his wheelchair. He was a paraplegic and had been injured ten years ago.
After a few months he told me that he was thinking about visiting a friend in my area and we could meet in person.
I was excited and nervous. My friends came over and gave me a pampering, playing with makeup and hairstyles. NorCal and I arranged to meet up at a movie theater in a charming part of Brea. Unfortunately, we were both unaware that there are two identical theaters nearly next to each other in downtown Brea.
I stood in front of one of them, waiting and waiting and waiting. It turned out he was in front of the other waiting for me. He finally called and asked where I was. When we both claimed to be at the theater, I walked around the block and saw the other one. This location being my idea, he definitely blamed me for the mix up and it was not a good start to our evening.
NorCal was very cute in person. He was Asian and a little bit heavy. He moved smoothly in his wheelchair. I was startled by how odd it felt to be as high above him as I was. I’m not that tall, but of course I was standing and he was sitting, which I was not entirely prepared for.
We picked a restaurant and the host led us through a number of tables to an outside patio. We talked with the same ease that we’d had over email and I enjoyed his stories of adventure. After the meal he rolled beside me back to my car and I told him that I would meet him at his hotel once I’d gone home to walk my dog.
Perhaps this was too bold, too forward, but it was what we were both thinking about. We had two days together after months of talking online and we were both curious about the sex.
He couldn’t stay at my place, as I lived on the second floor of an apartment building with no elevator.
That night I walked my dog and made sure she was all settled before taking off for the nearby hotel. NorCal was startled by how quickly I arrived. I lay on the bed and he pulled his wheelchair up to the side of it, transferring over onto the mattress without setting a brake.
We both undressed matter of factly and then he pointed to where he had left some condoms on a table. I went to get one. Then he asked me what to do next.
I was startled. Why was he asking me? I didn’t know anything about this. I had only had sex with one other person and that guy did not have a spinal cord injury. I had expected NorCal to be the expert on his own body and how it worked, but even ten years post-injury, he didn’t seem to have a clue.
I watched as he started to rub his penis and I didn’t say a word about how very small it looked to me. I hadn’t seen many penises, but the stereotype about Asian men was coming to mind. It made me think of a pencil.
Though it wasn’t getting very hard, I put a condom on it anyway when NorCal told me to. I climbed up onto him, snug against his wide belly, and tried to put it inside me. On the plus side, I did not have the problem that had occurred with my ex-boyfriend.
With him I had been completely dry and it was nearly impossible to get his cock into me. Tonight I was dripping wet, much more than I had ever experienced. So wet and slippery that there was no way NorCal’s penis was going to stay in me.