Nylon Conquest Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Nylon Conquest Ch. 01

Author's Note - Welcome to my first full-length novel for Literotica. This story has tie-ins to my previous works "The Contest" and "Mated for Life", but they are not required reading for Nylon Conquest. Hope you enjoy.

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After the operation, my doctor ordered a full week of bedrest. Thankfully I didn't have to use a bed pan - that was the sole exception to my sentence of immobility. But even so I need a wheelchair just to manage the twenty feet or so to the bathroom.

I'd had a minor paralysis in my right leg. The doctors told me that without an operation, it would be progressive. Walking would become difficult, and by age 40 I could be in a wheelchair. Permanently. So the operation was a no-brainer and I was equally committed to following my doctors' orders to the letter. In particular, I can only bend my legs a little at the waist. I'm really not even supposed to bend my knees much. So I'm mostly stuck.

I had prepared well for the ordeal of my recovery. I'd ordered a special bed, lower than my normal king size. The mattress was level with the seat of my wheelchair to make everything as easy as possible. I could swing my legs over the side of the bed and ease myself into the chair. But that was it. No exceptions. My future mobility demanded it.

The TV remote is on the bed table. I can control the lights and air conditioning with my phone. There are snacks and MRE's close by. Ditto towels, water, and facecloths. I'm set. One week to go.

One thing though. ...

... A side effect from the operation I'd never expected. A side effect the doctors never warned me about. I wish they had, but I guess it wouldn't have made a difference in my decision to go ahead. But had they known about it, I might have been able to prepare.

You see, my sense of touch has been amplified. But not equally everywhere. My hands are incredibly sensitive now. Before, when I would pick up a piece of cloth material for example, I might describe it simply, like "soft", or "scratchy", or maybe "stiff".

No more. Now, when I pick up a bit of fabric, I can feel every stitch, every imperfection. Take my sheets, for example. My wife bought them for me before the operation. She said because I'm going to be lying on them (and them on me) during my recovery, that she'd get me the softest, most supple ones available. And she did. She said they were 800 thread count. I guess that's good, because when I touch them, they feel so luxuriously fine, almost chiffon-like to my fingers. I can feel the stitching, the tiny cross-hatching of the weave, the infinitesimal hairs of cotton emanating from each tiny strand.

It's uncanny. I asked my doctor about it. He had to consult a specialist, who wrote to him to say, and I quote:

"The sense of touch is mediated by mechanosensory neurons that are embedded in skin and relay signals from the periphery to the central nervous system. Usually, the effect of spinal procedures is to desensitize patients, who may feel no pain, with some ...