— Mrs. L. D., Newcastle-upon-Tyne, England
Art and Amputees
Being an amputee myself, I have been intrigued by the recent correspondence advocating one-legged Pets and recounting what great sex objects we are. Actually, it’s a lot less enthralling and more mundane to be without a leg than your correspondents would have us believe, particularly the one who spends her time gliding from one Boston bar to another on her aluminum crutches, picking up men by letting the end of her stump poke out a bit below her skirt. It’s true that some guys are turned on by our dangling modifiers, but they are outnumbered by those who find the whole idea repulsive and would no more be seen with a one-legged girl than with a rosy-cheeked baboon. And given the American fetish for apparent perfection and success, it’s understandable.
Our supposed sexual desirability is more myth than reality. If anything, the loss of a limb creates a barrier, making it harder to meet people in spite of whatever charms and talents we may otherwise possess. Too often, what at first appears to be interest in us proves to be nothing more than a search for novelty and cheap thrills. That is not to say that we are damned by our flaws to a life of celibacy-far from it-but it is an added burden that I would rather do without. It gets tedious being stared at and deferred to, not to mention having to rely on mechanical contrivances that won’t go quite everywhere to get about.
To be perfectly honest, being minus much of my left leg is not exactly the greatest thing that ever happened to me, but after a while one comes to terms with it and learns to get by. It gives my husband something to play with-an ironic dividend. Not that that has much to do with us or why he married me. He would have preferred me complete, but neither of us had much choice in the matter.
— Mrs. S. F., Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Monopede Mania
Several weeks ago my roommate was given a copy of Penthouse magazine with readers’ letters entitled Monopede Mania. Since we are both amputees, she called and told me about it. I was able to acquire several back issues and was quite interested in your readers’ comments on this subject. Then I decided to write about my own experiences.
I lost both feet in an accident some time ago and, as can be imagined, was terribly depressed; doubly so since I was a professional dancer. However, life must go on and mine did. I was fitted with artificial feet and went to work with a large insurance firm. I shared an apartment with a coworker and gradually became very content with my new work. An advantage that a foot amputee has over other types of amputees is that we can walk on our stumps, and this I learned to do well.
I had formed the habit of removing my artificial feet when I got home from work if there were no visitors. One evening I was alone when the doorbell rang. I was wearing hot pants and an old shirt, so the man at the door, who was a salesman, couldn’t help seeing my legs. When he noticed my bare stumps, he got an immediate and obvious erection. He became flustered and quickly left. I was perplexed by his behavior but didn’t think too much more about it until a similar incident occurred several weeks later.
During that time I had been dating a friend of my roommate’s boyfriend and decided to see what his reaction to my stumps would be. Several days later we had dinner alone in the apartment. After the meal I mixed some drinks, excused myself, and went into the bedroom to change. I removed my feet and put on a very short skirt and sexy blouse, and then padded back into the living room on my stumps. His eyes bugged out when he saw me and he couldn’t take them off my legs. I sat on the far end of the couch and stretched my legs out so that they touched his thigh. He began stroking my stumps, and we both became very aroused. I reached over and unzipped his fly and gently massaged his penis with the tips of my stumps. This was more than he could stand, and he took me into the bedroom for a very passionate evening of lovemaking.
I have discussed this with other women amputees and have found that sexual attraction for amputated limbs is almost universal. Most commonly, men say they are attracted to women for the usual reasons, but that a stump is extremely sexy, and being with a woman with an amputated leg heightens their sexual enjoyment. I am no longer sensitive about my feet and sometimes emphasize not having any. I had a pair of boots made that have small walking surfaces similar to flat ice-skate blades. When I wear these, it is certainly obvious that I don’t have any feet. I also have a pair of boots that end in wide, round wooden pegs. And a man once gave me a pair of shoes with six-inch stiletto heels and I had special feet made so that I could wear them. I would not try to walk far in them but can get around well enough, and men enjoy seeing me wear them.
We are hoping that Penthouse will begin printing photos of amputee girls. It would have great appeal to men, and would be a tremendous morale booster to amputee women everywhere, who would learn that their amputations are a sexual advantage.
— K. A., Venice, California
The Iceman Cometh
I’ve been seeing a really great guy for about a year now. I’ll call him The Iceman. Not only does he love to suck on ice, but he can do wonders with an ice cube. He can hold a cube in his mouth while tracing it along every sensitive area on my body. After letting it melt he licks every last bit of water from my body.
We are always looking for new sexual experiences to try with one another. One night we decided to rent a room in a motel and meet there for the evening. It was wonderful, to say the least. From the moment The Ice-man showed up at the door until he left, my whole body was in total bliss. When he came in I was lying in the middle of the bed wearing a skimpy white top, the tiniest of panties, and a big smile. As soon as he crawled up onto the bed with me I knew I was in for several hours of the best kind of hot, mind-blowing sex.
He started kissing me so softly at first, then began to slide his tongue farther and farther down my throat. He took his hands and rubbed them up and down the length of my body, gently caressing me and holding me close in his arms. He knows this relaxes me and really gets me in the mood for making love. He kept rubbing my body, then slowly caressed my hips and ass.
Finally, he slid his hand underneath my panties and slowly rubbed his fingers across my mound, causing a rush throughout my entire body. Then his fingers teased their way across my opening, touching just enough to make me squirm closer to his hand. The deliberate slowness of his touch made my body crave him even more.
Soon, his magical digits were moving easily in the wetness of my now dripping pussy. Just as his tongue met mine, his fingers slid deep into my pussy, causing me to have one of the most intense orgasms ever.
From that first climax until the final one, The Ice-man never hurried. He took his time making me come over and over until I thought I’d go crazy if he didn’t stop. After I calmed down from his wonderful foreplay, we undressed completely. Then I took his hot, throbbing dick in my mouth and sucked on him until he was almost ready to blow. Whenever he gets to the point where he is just about to come he stops me. He knows I have to have him inside of me when he comes.