Does the co-existence of the set of features expressed by autistic girls count? the mannerisms, like the aloof way the females of the autistic variety don't make eye contact, the way they often look to the side, or up, up and to the side etc. and smile as they do, the way they rock back and forth, the way they sometimes jump up and down on the spot whilst hand-flapping and stimming in all the various ways they do (I'm kanner's autie myself btw), the way their voices often sound 'special ed' in terms of things like prosody, echolalia, vocal tone and modulation of speech.
I find it unbelievably sexy, the sort of thing that instantly makes my blood start to fizz and boil with 'oh yes, oh yes, please, autie/aspie/Rett's GF, while we are making love, please rock, and hand-flap and do that sexy aloof thing with your eyes. Do your absolute utmost to look speshul as hell, while we both fuck like rabbits, because I find it to be the ultimate in sexy, literally. There isn't a single thing I find more attractive, more of a huge turn-on than an autie girl doing her best to look as autie as possible, if that makes sense. Not in any way disrespectful, its something I admire, and of course, I do myself, but if the girl is willing to deliberately make herself appear as spesh as possible, and happy to be doing so, then I'll have them do those things to please me, whilst I do my best to find out what they want me to do in order to turn them on as hotly as possible.
The mannerisms, the speech patterns, echolalia, the stimming in its different kinds, there are a lot of ways to stim and that just means more ways for a girl to make herself as sexy as they can for me, as I make myself as sexy as I can for them.
Every different way, be it rocking, hand-flapping, making repetitive vocalizations that 'sound autistic', obviously jumping up and down on the spot has its limits, as does spinning around, if a girl is on top, and impossible if they are in preference of the bottom position, assuming the positions we choose are guy/girl on top, but every last little way to stim or to appear as autie as possible. I just love it.
THE best porn movie I have ever seen in my life, was a self-taken home video by an autistic chick, who was stimming by getting off on the sensation of slowly rubbing peanut butter (the smooth kind) all over her body, as she twists around on her feet and starts giving out these little quiet moaning noises. For a humorous touch, this teen girl, her mom shouts from somewhere (I assume it was her mom, she doesn't appear in the video, just another female, older voice) 'just make sure you clean it all up afterwards)
Girl looked about 15-16-17 although no definitive age is given (and auties/aspies often look younger than they are, so no way to know true age. For example, I went to my first secondary spesh ed school with this one girl, who is classically autistic too, and I've known her since she WAS 11-12 or so. She is a few years older than I am, I'd say about 33-34 by now, and I visited her at her place a few years ago. Fancied the fuck out of her when we were in school together, and even though she to this day, looks like she hasn't aged a quarter of an hour since we were in school. Even though she still looks like a kid, I know she isn't, given we go way back, and I'd give myself to her to the last breath I take, if she would, if I get the chance to ask her, accept the offer of taking ownership of me.)
But anyhow, this girl...twirling round on her feet, spinning side to side, slowly rubbing peanut butter all over her body, all over her stomach, up and down her legs, sliding it between her thighs, rubbing her chest and boobs with the peanut butter and giving these spesh-sounding little moans of ecstasy, oh my god. That video, wonderful. Finest porn I have ever set eyes on in my life.
I'd just love to help rub more peanut butter all over that girl, and to lick it off, bit by bit, and then after her packing PB inside her muff, to eat it out of her snatch and off her clit.
There is just something unbelievably arousing about autie and aspie girls. The love of my life, former fiancee, someone I've not been able to stop thinking of and longing for those days of the sheer intensity that blazed back and forth between us, she was REALLY 'speshul', sounded it, and even just the way she would shout 'HiiiiiIIIIiihhh *my name* from right far up a busy high street whilst she started to bomb it down the street, with anybody in between her and me, they just had to get out of the way of a gorgeous, spazzy, speshul force of nature unto herself flying like a howitzer shot towards me, whilst I took off myself, two bloody great rockets that wouldn't change course for anything or anyone, and we'd bodyslam into each other and spin each other around in our arms to dissipate the momentum enough that neither of us would end up with any broken bones or other blunt force trauma, we'd just crash together like wrecking balls in our insatiable need to be as close as possible as fast as possible for as long as possible.
It was really quite something, showed the way she felt for me, as I did (and still do) for her. The way she was, she just wouldn't DO subtlety. (her first introduction to me, before she even spoke a word, nevermind telling me her name, was to throw me into a tree, HARD, enough to stun me and then grabbing my head, pulling it towards her own, before shoving her tongue down my throat for as long as she evidently felt she could manage safely without harming me due to lack of air, making out with me passionately. More or less just making sure I knew she was intending 'you are fucking MINE now mate, and don't you forget it!', although she never had to say it at first, she just made sure she was so damn forceful that I could not possibly have thought anything else, but to know I was, from that moment on, her property. Young, very, for my age at the time, but fuck me, I've never met anybody like that in my life before. If I had been a woman and she had been a guy, it would have been the actions of a sexual predator, a sexual assault, [although I'd not have pressed charges. I could, even as a guy with the way she acted had I desired to do so, and she would have been convicted for sexual assault. It was instantaneous upon sight, we both just KNEW that we were made for each other, like a custom-made printed circuit board with it's meticulously etched tracks on multiple levels, and the components that went in each specific contact, every capacitor, diode, resistor, inductor, LED, we clicked together in just such a specific way. As tightly custom made for each other as the sense and antisense strands of complimentary DNA strands. So I could never have complained to authorities. I wanted her from that same moment, as soon as I recovered enough to realize her tongue was probing my trachea, from the whack into the tree she used to slam me into, realized I wanted her as desperately as she wanted me.)
Thats the kind of thing, plus, in an autistic-autistic relationship, the sheer intensity that often is present, the fire between two loving partners. Its something thats barely containable, like a large canister full of nitroglycerine plus detonator and radio-switch detonated inside a hermetically sealed steel vessel that could take the pressure, from its thickness, but only by the single-digit femtometers more than it would take to blast through.
There really is nothing like it, for the passion, the intensity, the oh-my-fucking-SHITTINGHELLOMFG-factor. And the earth-shaking short-bus sex. Not even an IV bolus of dipropionylmorphine and 3-fluorophenmetrazine with some memantine thrown in could match that for the ecstatic rush of such a get together in a close, dedicated, tender and fiery relationship.
Although I admit, while I am not in the least into BDSM or anything like it, I like it when they make it rough, hot, sweating, animalistic fucking. Not just lovemaking, or mere sex, but fucking like a pair of testosterone and progestogen-injected male and female rabbits on crack (the rabbits, not me and an autie girl), just losing ourselves in the moment to dissolve into each other's body and soul, as intimately miscible as DCM and chloroform, or benzene and toluene.
