SPACERITUAL wrote:I really want a helios, I have alot of people to hate and a helios will definately help me do it MOAR LOUDLI, in fact i was talking about it earlier, so let me then impart the revised and expanded edish of DR. S. Ritual in The Case of the Wheelchair Vixen! Now with expanded CGI GRAPHICS AND HAN STILL SHOOTS FIRST!!!!!!!!!!
It was early 2003 and the first semester of my freshman year in college. It was still that part of october where the last hot, sticky remnants of summer cling to the air and everyone is all too ready for the first of the autumn winds to cool things off. I had secured the leading male roll (which, although it was the largest roll played by a male was not, in point of face, the leading male. that was inexplicable played be a girl with no efforts made to conceal this from the audience in a rather juvenile attempt to seem artsy and abstract) in an absolutely DREADFUL play by so small time local playwright. It was one of those times where the state of south carolina celebrates that longstanding tradition of cultural and literary excellence that it doesnt have. It was about a month of sheer torture as i was already on thin ice with the director for my constant bad language around this unskilled and rather annoying gradeschooler he had brought in for the lead roll in another attempt to...as he put it..."second guess the audience"...whatever the fuck that means. Anyway the production wrapped with no real mishaps except for the fucking stage tech not properly hanging my trapeze and as a result my near loss of life almost falling some 20 feet onto the hardass stage infront of a packed theater. Now being me and being a freshman in college i was always on the lookout to turn thisinto a sexual adventure and there was no shortage of opportunities. There was the adorable redhead whose frequent "so i guess you like deathcab" isms were strangely endearing. There was the desperate housewife there to escape her husband and kids who didnt miss a beat relating to me that, with my tight jeans, often sleeveless shirts and shaggy blonde hair i "reminded her of that guy from duran duran"...no doubt she longed to live out her fantasies. But these and others paled in comparison to the one id set my sights on at the wrap party....her name was katie and she was most definately getting around in a wheelchair. Now i would be lying if i said the wheelchair didnt present an easy 90% of my attraction but she was no slouch in the looks department. I mean she had pigtails and a mindless self indulgence shirt....and it looked like her body was perfectly normal, like her legs werent all fucked up or tiny or anything like youd think they may appear to be if she was a paraplegic (i dont know why i have this misconception, it probably comes from seeing my first tiny-legged person in a walgreens when i was like 4 or 5). Well, there was a fair amount of whiskey consumed and i started to get that craving about me. For the girl in the wheelchair. Thats right....theres was just something so fucking sexy about her inability to walk and i couldnt resist...So i start chatting her up and she suggests we take our convo to somewhere a little more quiet. We end up in the poolhouse where she immediately goes for my belt. Three people walked in on me getting blown by a girl i would later find out was, in fact, a paraplegic. Shit was a gruesome scene too, i had one leg out of my jeans and on one of the armrests of her wheelchair like a horses stirrup practically face fucking this girl and gibbering on about her being a dirty bitch...it was magical. I lost alot of friends over that night making myself somewhat of a pariah. I was certainly unwelcome in the schools drama department for the rest of my life. There were students (not that much but it happened) who actually protested and got me barred from the schools dramatic fraternity (which i had no intention of joining and had only three members), and, strangely, banned from another forum for posting. And to tell you the truth, i have no fucking idea why. Am i really an asshole for getting dome from a cripple? Id certainly like to think not. Id like to think that the handicapped have just as much right (providing, of course they are attractive) to put their mouths on my unmentionables as fully capable and in no way impaired women do. In fact i like to think of myself as a crusader for their civil rights. Fighting the good fight and all that. I tried to get her number after that to no avail...the friends she had absolutely hated me. Not a day goes by that i dont think back on what couldve been. On those hot autumn nights, the hot saliva dripping allover her little breasts, and our hot, hot handicapped love....
Who does? And who gives a shit, as long as Mr SPACERITUALS infamous unmentionables impress the touchy sensibilities by their sheer non-conformity.
One moment this thread was about a thing, then another, evolving on it's own and coming to an anti-climax in the conclusion. I have no clue myself. Perhaps this thread has evolved into meta-drama or something, at least I find this highly entertaining. It's got featuring artists, too, doing cameos!
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Ugly Nora wrote:It's a sad day when Bassus Sanguinis becomes the voice of reason.
well if it was me... 
or something, at least I find this highly entertaining. It's got featuring artists, too, doing cameos! 
