Woman in a Wheel Chair with an Able Bodied Lover (1979), copyright Tee Corinne
"I can't roll onto my side, really."
"So we'll have to be face to face. Or --"
We start laughing.
"I'm scared I'll hurt you, by lying on you."
"You won't. Well, except this knee, don't bend it the wrong way."
She leans to kiss it. My eyes fill.
"I want your weight on me. Yeah, that's -- oh, god, I've waited months for how this feels."
"My darling, darling girl."
A while later --
"I have to keep stopping to look at you."
"Yes, me too. I've never done this without initial fear, something I have to push through."
Her smile is huge. "We know each other."
"I want you inside me."
"No -- well, yes, but we can work up to it."
"Or down." She licks her lips wickedly. I am helpless with laughter.
"Will you scoot up so I can reach your breasts easier?"
After a while, we stop to look at each other again. She is astraddle my chest. I see an expression shift on her face, feel her thigh muscles move.
"Are you thinking about sitting on my face?"
Her eyes are full on mine, and she waits for a slow smile. "Is that what you want?"
I pause too. "Yes."
(by Maggie Jochild, 11 September 2012)