	Love is Blind
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Sarah awoke to the warmth of the morning sun on her 
dozing face, bright enough for her to know it was daylight. 
This was one of those mornings Sarah especially liked. 
There was nothing she needed to do and no appointment 
she had to keep. She could rest in bed for just as long as 
she liked.

Or not just rest. She could hear Lee breathing beside her, 
soft and steady as he slept on his back, face upward. Sarah 
smiled. It would take so little for her to arouse Lee's 
attention and for the two of them to enjoy each other's 
bodies. To rub her sweaty torso against Lee's. To feel his 
teeth nibble her clitoris. To be bathed by his tongue. 

For the moment, Sarah lay still, letting her erotic thoughts 
tingle through the nerves of her body, down her legs and 
around her crotch. She slept naked as always, the better to 
luxuriate in the sheets over her body, but also to enjoy the 
proximity of Lee's body beside her, even if he was normally 
so motionless and rigid. Particularly from the waist down.

But the tingle of erotic excitement wasn't all she was aware 
of. Her bladder was straining from the need for a piss. That 
bottle of wine Sarah and Lee had shared last night while 
listening to the radio play, the two of them wrapped around 
each other on the sofa, Lee stretched out, his legs stiff and 
straight, and Sarah entwined around him, burying her nose 
into the folds of his shirt. And while they were together, 
enjoying the pleasure of intimate companionship, Petra, her 
dog, was close at hand, steadfast and reliable, looking out 
for both of them.

Sarah raised an arm, pulled the duvet off her bosom, 
relishing the relative chill of the air after the fetid heat under 
the down-filled cotton, and nonchalantly swung her legs 
around, so her feet could touch the ground. And then she 
paused on the edge of the mattress, her arms supporting her 
weight, the soles of her feet savouring the pile of the rug, 
the wool tangling in her toes. And then, silently, hoping to 
disturb neither Lee nor Petra, who was probably dozing in 
his basket in the hallway, his muzzle buried between his 
legs and groin, she pushed herself up to her full height and 
stood upright by the side of the bed. A trail of sheet and 
duvet slid down behind her onto the mattress.

Then, carefully, guiding herself with outstretched arms, and 
remembering exactly where the edge of the rug met the 
cool pine floorboards, she slowly made her way across the 
bedroom, each step counted, until she knew she was at the 
en suite bathroom. And then, feeling the even cooler 
linoleum under her bare feet, she measured her steps 
towards the lavatory. She raised the toilet seat, turned 
about and plumped her bare buttocks onto the plastic rim. 

Although the rush of urine and the relaxation of having 
successfully relieved herself was all that was needed, Sarah 
liked to sit on the loo just a little longer, rather relishing the 
comfort of sitting there and letting her body decide whether 
she also needed a crap. And as she sat there, her thoughts 
wandered back to Lee. It wasn't as easy for him to go to 
the toilet as it was for her.

Lee and Sarah had been married just over a year now. 
Sarah relished the memory of the wedding, although there 
had been the inevitable awkward moments. Particularly as 
the best man had to push Lee's wheelchair and Sarah's 
father had to walk so very slowly to guide his daughter step 
by step along the aisle. And there was some difficulty in 
engineering the meeting of lips when Lee was told he could 
kiss the bride, assisted by the best man who bent Sarah 
down into the right position. But it was an occasion Sarah 
would always remember fondly. As she did now, while 
soaking up the dampness on her crotch with toilet paper. 

It was a love they said could never last. Well, no one was 
cruel enough to actually say it to either Lee or Sarah. But it 
was one of those fairy-tale romances that many people just 
didn't believe could happen. It had been a tale of impossible 
romance from the first moment she bumped into Lee. 

In fact, it was in a very literal sense that she bumped into 
him. His wheelchair was a most unexpected obstacle in the 
clinic where she had gone for one of her regular check-ups. 
Petra had not given unambiguous enough directions. 

Sarah fell on top of Lee, her head landing on his and her 
steadying hand on his shoulder. 

"Are you all right?" he asked kindly.

It was probably his voice she first fell in love with. Quietly 
spoken. Reserved. Kind and considerate. And this 
conversation led to their first date. That was an 
achievement in itself. Neither she nor Lee could go on a 
date without the assistance of other people. But Sarah's 
sister agreed to accompany her to the town-centre pub 
chosen more for its wheelchair access than for the quality 
of its beer or the pleasantness of its ambience, where Lee 
was waiting with a friend who insisted on smoking and was 
rather unsubtle in his pursuit of Sarah's already married 
sister.

Sarah eased herself off the toilet seat, taking full advantage 
of the strength of the metal bar placed there more for Lee's 
benefit than her own, and followed the trail of the wall tiles 
to the sink where she washed her hands, face and bosom 
with the warm, soapy water.

Lee hadn't been the first man in Sarah's life. That distinction 
was held by Tom, the young guy from the kennels who 
brought Petra round when it was necessary to put faithful 
old Shep to pasture. He was a thin lad and very nervous. 
Petra was still very much in thrall of him, still taking every 
opportunity to burrow his muzzle into the crotch of his 
jeans. Of course, nowadays it was Sarah's crotch that 
mostly had that honour, something that gave her a guilty 
twinge of pleasure she didn't really like to think about too 
deeply. But dogs do that. Perhaps because it's quite warm 
there.

And not just warm as Sarah established as she put her hand 
on Petra's muzzle and felt the unmistakable contours of 
Tom's groin. Curious, she rested her palm flat on the length 
of it, surprised by the thickness of the fleshy member under 
the tight denim. And she was sure the warmth it emanated 
wasn't just that left by Petra's muzzle.

"What are you doing?" gasped Tom, as Sarah's hand 
squeezed and stroked his hidden penis.

"Sshh!" remarked Sarah, her face upward and her broad 
smile directed in the approximate direction of his voice.

"What? Bloody hell! Those are my flies! What are you 
doing? I've got a girlfriend, you know. It's not right!"

"This says it is," Sarah said softly, as she eased out a penis 
that was growing ever larger and thicker. It slumped out of 
his unzipped jeans and the slit of his cotton boxer shorts.

Sarah had no idea what she should do with an erect penis 
now she had one in her hands. She loved the feel of it: 
throbbing, warm, twitching, and, above all, veiny. She'd 
never imagined that the veins on a penis would stand out in 
such absolute relief. This was a feature that none of those 
Braille or audio books had mentioned in very much detail. 
However, she knew that a girl was supposed to do 
something with a penis, and she was curious to know what 
semen might feel or even taste like. She'd always imagined 
it would be a bit like the juices she'd sometimes loosened up 
in her vagina, but already she could tell that a man's genitals 
smelt distinctly different to those of a woman.

After all these years, Sarah could still remember all the licks 
of her tongue and her tentative attempts to get some of that 
strangely hooded and wholly unveined glans into her 
mouth, over her tongue and perhaps, as she'd once read, 
toward the back of her mouth. In later encounters with 
Tom, Sarah was much less clumsy, prolonging the time of 
his erection beyond the less than a minute it remained stiff 
on this first occasion before splattering onto her chin and 
cheek, a surprisingly warm and oozingly erotic sensation, 
quite unlike whatever she'd expected. Particularly since she 
had no informed idea of when it would happen.

Of course Sarah got to know Tom much better after this, 
although perhaps not as often as she'd like. Although Tom 
said with some sadness that he enjoyed sex more 
frequently, more reliably, and, even, more satisfactorily than 
he did with his girlfriend, Mandy, he also said he wasn't 
going to abandon her for a girl with whom he knew it just 
wasn't going to work. As he stated, the extent of his skills 
in community care only went as far as dogs, which he was 
properly qualified to handle and train. His qualifications 
didn't extend to the owners of the dogs. And anyway he'd 
already proposed to Mandy.

Sarah sometimes wondered what Mandy might have 
thought to see her fianc‚ fucking her so vigorously and 
punctually, usually within only five or ten minutes of her 
opening the door to the flat where she lived at the time and 
the two hurriedly dispensing with the business that provided 
the excuse for his visit. But as she lay beside Tom's heaving 
body, his chest rising and falling after his exertions, his salty 
sweat streaming off his limbs and soaking into the sheets, 
mingling with the puddles of warm perspiration she had 
also shed, Sarah knew that this was a relationship doomed.

And soon, of course, it petered out. Tom's visits became 
fewer and fewer. And then he ceased to visit at all. 

At first, Sarah felt bitter. Masturbation was really no 
substitute, although she had managed to acquire some 
vibrators through a friend that did at least alleviate the itch 
that Tom had awoken in her. She missed the hot sweaty 
passion. She missed the thrill of a man's stiff penis slide into 
her always creamy and welcoming vagina. And most of all, 
she just missed having the pleasure of nestling her ears and 
cheeks on a man's naked body.

Sarah soaped up the long tangled hairs of her crotch that 
spread so high up toward her navel. She was slim and had 
been told many times how beautiful she was. But of course 
she had no way of knowing what people meant by this. 
What she found attractive in people were very often the 
very curves, contours, folds and features she was told made 
a person ugly. Smoothness for her often equated to 
blandness. Though Sarah didn't really like the sensation of 
rough warts or psoriasis. 

She made her way out of the bathroom and toward Lee's 
side of the bed. She had no way of knowing whether he 
was awake or not, apart from listening to the steady rhythm 
of his breath, but Lee, knowing this, was the one who 
addressed her.

"Sarah! You're so beautiful!" he gasped. "I would hate if 
you ever wore pyjamas or a nightgown. Why hide your 
beauty?"

Sarah smiled. She crouched by the bedside and kissed Lee's 
proffered face, placing her lips on what she judged to be his 
forehead. Then following the line of his nose and cheek, she 
steered her tongue and lips toward his mouth. And next, 
without a word, the two grappled their tongues and mouths 
together in the same passion that gripped the two of them 
on their first parting kiss, on that first date, while Lee's 
friend was spending rather too long in trying to persuade 
Sarah's sister that this evening signified the start of a 
relationship between the two of them. 

However, it was Sarah and Lee who were to stick together. 
Sarah's sister insisted only on accompanying Sarah if Lee's 
friend didn't come, which, as Lee couldn't very well go to a 
pub unaccompanied, meant that the couple were obliged to 
meet at Lee's family home that he shared with his mother 
and teenage sister.

Sarah crawled onto the bed, her lips still on Lee's, and then 
swivelled about, reluctantly disengaging her lips, bringing 
her knees up beside Lee's ears, her arms outstretched to 
support her weight on the wall ahead of her and her hairy 
pudenda above his face.

"Sarah! I've only just woken up!" Lee protested.

"Oh! Come on!" Sarah laughed. "I scrubbed it clean 
specially!"

"Oh okay! If you made all that effort!"

"You know how much I love your tongue!"

Lee didn't answer, but Sarah knew from the moist, sticky, 
slobbering, energetic caressing below just why he was not 
at this moment able to say anything. Well, anything other 
than muffled grunts or groans. And these grunts and groans 
were soon to be echoed and amplified by Sarah's own. She 
was sure that no one, nowhere, had raised the art of 
cunnilingus to such a high level as darling Lee. So what if 
he couldn't walk! So what if it took about half an hour 
every morning for him to get out of bed! And nearly as long 
at night to get back in again. So what, as long as he had a 
tongue that could lick up and down, teeth that nibbled her 
clitoris and inner lips, a tongue that vigorously slobbered 
inside the very walls of her vagina, mixing her own juices 
with gobbets of his saliva! So what!

Tom's tongue had never been as good as this. In fact, he'd 
never once tried. For all the many times Sarah had taken his 
penis into her mouth, sometimes quite a long way back into 
her throat, and for all the times he had accidentally released 
his semen on her face or breasts rather than inside her, he 
never once reciprocated by putting his tongue to her 
vagina.

Malcolm was different in that regard. Although nowhere 
near as capable or imaginative as Lee. But Malcolm almost 
worshipped Sarah too much, although like Tom he insisted 
that this wasn't a relationship that should last. This wasn't 
because, as in Tom's case, there was a fianc‚e involved, but 
rather because he was old. 

"I'm old enough to be your grandfather!" he once stated. 

"Nonsense!" replied Sarah, squeezing his flaccid penis.

Of course, Malcolm was right. Although only if both he and 
his putative child had become parents in their teens. He was 
always saying that if Sarah could see him, an old man less 
than ten years from retirement, she would never 
contemplate having sex with him. In truth, Sarah had no 
trouble about his age. However, the leatheriness of his skin 
and those wrinkles on his neck were a great contrast to 
Tom, who was younger than Sarah. 

Malcolm had met Sarah on the staircase to her flat, and 
helped her up the stairs with her groceries, while Petra 
trotted obediently behind. 

"They shouldn't have allocated you a flat on the third 
floor," he remarked.

"I don't see why not," wondered Sarah. "It's not as if I'm 
wheelchair-bound!"

Which comment, of course, would now be fairly ironic, as 
Lee and she now lived in a house with no upstairs. And that 
was because Lee was wheelchair-bound. But his tongue 
was certainly not disabled. In fact, the euphemism of 
'differently abled' made perfect sense with regards to a 
tongue of such muscularity and flexibility. Malcolm's 
tongue, though applied with as much sincerity of purpose 
and desire as Lee's, was really no match.

It was Sarah who seduced Malcolm. Well, he was a nice 
guy. She liked the sound of his voice, softly spoken and 
polite. He had been a bachelor all his life and Sarah couldn't 
understand why. Two or three girlfriends who had never 
got beyond a few months of dating. Couldn't they see what 
a catch he was?

"If you could see me, you'd know why," said Malcolm 
sadly. "I'm no film star to look at!"

Sarah had no idea what film stars looked like, or indeed 
what anyone looked like, but as she ran her fingers over 
Malcolm's face, she could feel nothing that would have 
persuaded her that he was any less physically attractive than 
any other man whose face she had so explored. And his 
penis was better than average, assuming that Tom's had 
been average (and of course this was the limit to her sample 
population).

But eventually Malcolm decided that his visits to Sarah's 
flat were becoming too much for him. He announced one 
evening, when the two had slumped apart after what 
seemed like rather more passionate lovemaking than usual, 
that he had registered with a computer dating service.

"What about me?" sniffed Sarah petulantly. She'd got to 
rather look forward to her sex sessions with Malcolm.

"That's the problem," Malcolm confessed. "It's just not right 
for the two of us! I need to find a lady of my own age. It's 
only right. I'm sure a beautiful girl like you should have no 
difficulty in finding someone else!"

That word again. Beautiful. Like pretty, adorable, sexy and 
attractive. What use were all these attributes, and she had 
no doubt they were true having heard them repeated so 
many times, when she had no way of appreciating them? 
And what use were such qualities if it was so difficult, 
sometimes impossible, to do what all the other girls could 
do, with no complications and without the need of 
assistance, in meeting, attracting and then making love with 
men?

But now she had Lee. 

The man in her life. A man who gave her the sexual passion 
that she needed and desired. The man whom she loved so 
very much.

"Oh Lee!" she gasped, sensing that his tongue was tiring. "I 
need something more inside me. Something hard and stiff. 
Something that will properly bring me off."

"Of course, Sarah," he agreed with a chuckle. "Assume the 
position."

Sarah bent backwards, pushing the sheets off Lee's naked 
body, so that they fell to the floor. She lay on top of hot 
bare skin, hair tangling on the chest and over the useless, 
slightly atrophied legs, a thick patch around his crotch.

But as Sarah knew, what was meant by something stiff and 
hard was one of the dildos or vibrators that Lee kept on the 
bedside cabinet. Not that Sarah cared. She was in love. 
Nothing else mattered. And the end result was the same.

At first it had been a sore disappointment, the first and 
almost the most severe fracture in their relationship, when 
she discovered that Lee was not to be quite the lover she 
had so long desired and was in one key regard not quite in 
the same class as either Tom or Malcolm. 

She lay on her back, her arse on Lee's stomach, and her 
back over the patch of pubic hair, while Lee guided a 
particularly well-charged vibrator into her eagerly 
anticipating vagina.

Beneath her was the source of her disappointment, 
something about which even now she sometimes felt a 
twinge of bitterness. The accident that had deprived Lee of 
the use of his legs had also paralysed the one organ she had 
been most desirous of knowing intimately.

Sarah shrugged. She was too much in love with Lee to let a 
little thing like that get in the way!








