Most of my sexual fantasies usually involve some kind of really strange story to them... In one of them, I meet my twin flame, who just so happens to be paralyzed from the waist down. As the relationship progresses, she eventually confides in me with a very passive yet seductive voice, whispering, "I-It's okay... if you want to (fuck me)... go ahead."
I rip off my clothes, looking manly as hell, but I'm passionate; so there's an element to my 'being' that is all about her. Ragingly manly, yet exquisitely feminine. I pull her from her wheelchair, cradling her like a babe. I spread her over the satin sheets, on the bed, a mauve sheet covers her breasts and vagina. She twirls a hand above her head, moaning sarcastically (like a Japanese hentai character). I penetrate her and begin to make very strange noises in a pinched, nasally voice: "Oh-Uh. Unh, Unh, Unh." At this point I'm not sure why I'm acting like an idiot but eventually I stop and the sex takes on a more serious tone.
My twin flame has almost fallen asleep at this point and yet I am still doing the dirty. "Ohh..." she says.
I look up, taken aback.
"Oh!" she says again. And again and again and again.
I go back to doing the pinched, nasally impression of what I believe a geek would sound like if he were to make love for the first time.
"No, I'm serious," she says.
That's when I realize her legs are moving ever-so-slightly. "My God!" I think to myself. "I'm a healer!" She sits up and we embrace each other like there is nothing outside of this moment. Nothing matters except our companionship and love for one another. Our life as one. Our life is one.