Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy? - Sex Stories

Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy?

... my family. That was what helped me through the worst of times. My sex life was bleak at best; I had a vibrator and I masturbated and that was it. I was a beautiful girl, so I met some men, but except for some one-night stands and flings I didn't have a boyfriend. Nobody wanted me as a constant companion. Like I said, my siblings were convinced that I would have a good husband and children but I was totally skeptical about that. I thought of myself as a loser, dream about kids and family in an unattainable, eternal fantasy. My sister once said that it was unlikely I would find a husband amongst the normal group of bachelors so I would have to seek my lover in a different group. I stared at her blankly. "A different circle? Does he have to be a cripple like me, or what?" "No, of course not! Well, not necessarily... umm, at least, not the way you think." "What the hell you mean?" I hated her elusive answers. "Oh, you’ll understand when you’re a little older," she shrugged, leaving me confused. Now I know what she meant. Meanwhile, both my brother and my sister married, moving into their own homes and began baby production. I stayed at home with my parents although I was almost twenty-one. Too bad! But, to do something with my life, I started learning PC skills and was soon pretty good at the net. When my twenty-first birthday came, my family organized a party for me. My brother, for some obscure reason, arranged that his colleague, that is, the co-owner of the construction ...

... firm he had recently founded, also got invited to my party. At first I panicked, but deep inside I was really looking forward to meeting him…though given the circumstances, I didn't know what to expect. Chapter 2 An almost total loser I called myself an almost total loser, only "almost" because I had one good friend. And to be in possession of a good friend, in my view, was one of the things that showed I was not an absolutely "total" loser after all. There is, however, another reason reinforcing this fact, but I'll you about that later. My name is John Logan. I was born in a construction worker’s family and grew up to be a tall, brown haired, gray-eyed man. My Mom was a supermarket cashier and I had two younger sisters, Beth and Eve. As I was the eldest sibling, I learned to be responsible in the family. My Dad, a very hardworking and honest man, drilled good work ethics and deep moral principles into me. We lived in a small house and my father and his colleagues helped each other build their own houses. The firm where they worked lent them the equipment and instruments to complete the task. I worked with my Dad to build our house with this method while I was still in high school. When our new house and swimming pool was ready, Dad and I went to help his colleagues in their projects. I garnered invaluable experience in the construction industry doing this and, as I did well at high school, Dad sent me to college to be an architect. I was a good student at college too, and my ...