Estella Rolls
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In his dreams
🕑 Added 2025-03-19 09:55:17 +0000 UTCHe approached her online after seeing her photos on social media. He subscribed to one of her pages and bought some content. After a few months, their chats became more personal, and at some point, he mentioned wanting to meet her.
She wasn’t just going to meet a random guy from the internet. He mentioned that he would be generous, but she made it clear that everything would be arranged on her terms and conditions.
So after a while, a date was planned. He drove to a location he had never visited before. She chose to meet around lunchtime on a beautiful summer day at a restaurant. He parked in the lot, his hands gripping the steering wheel as nerves crept in. He had never felt this anxious about meeting a woman before. And not just any woman—the one who had all the features he was drawn to, someone drop-dead gorgeous.
Sitting in the parking lot, he watched people walking by. The sun was bright, so he took off his sunglasses and wiped them clean. His eyes scanned the area, searching for the most beautiful woman in the world, the one in a wheelchair. He didn’t see her yet. So he texted her: I’m here.
His nerves almost got the best of him. His hands were sweaty, his heart racing. He considered leaving, but then his phone buzzed. I’m here too. His heart skipped a beat. He quickly looked around, scanning his surroundings. People with dogs passed by and greeted him, but he barely noticed. He walked toward the restaurant, his pulse pounding.
Then, he spotted her. She was pushing her wheelchair slightly uphill, her long hair sweeping in the opposite direction of her movement. As she turned, she saw him and smiled. He smiled back, walking toward her, unsure of how to say hello.
“Hi, nice to see you. I already spotted you when you parked,” she said, pointing toward his car in the distance. He noticed she was wearing a skirt, her bare legs visible in the sunlight. She was even more beautiful in real life.
She pushed her wheelchair forward, following a group of people heading toward the restaurant. “It’s quite big, isn’t it?” she said.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“How long was the drive?” she asked.
“About three hours, but it was worth it,” he replied.
They entered the restaurant, and a waitress approached, ready to remove a chair. “Would you like me to move this?” she asked.
“Yes please, I’ll stay in my wheelchair, thank you,” she replied politely.
She looked at him and smiled. “I can see you’re nervous. It’s okay. I understand.” She picked up the menu from the table.
He took off his sunglasses and looked into her eyes. “Yes, you have no idea. I didn’t sleep last night.”
They ordered sparkling water and started talking.
“We’ve chatted a lot over the past few months. How does it feel to actually sit here with me?” she asked.
“I can’t believe it. It feels unreal, and I also feel really happy,” he said, a smile spreading across his face.
“It’s a first for me, and I feel nervous for different reasons. It’s not about meeting you—it’s more about being a woman meeting a man from the internet. My safety, your intentions.”
His face grew serious. “I can imagine. It’s a unique situation, and that’s why I respect whatever makes you comfortable. I don’t mind paying to meet you, but at the same time, I want you to like me.”
“I wouldn’t be here if I had no interest. So far, you seem like a great guy. And… I was feeling adventurous.”
He looked at her, captivated. The way she tucked her hair behind her ear, the sunlight illuminating her skin, the graceful way she lifted her glass—it was even better than he had imagined.
After a while, they decided to go for a stroll through the park next to the parking lot.
“I hope you like me.” He said.
She hesitates but replies with confidence. “We met online. I know this meeting benefits you more than it does me. I know my worth, and I know I’m the biggest dream of a devotee. I need financial support, and that’s why this can work. I do like you enough to explore this. Both things matter. You like me for being a para. If I weren’t this beautiful or paraplegic, you wouldn’t be here. Besides, I’m also kind and fun to hang out with”
He interrupted her. “And intelligent.”
She smiled.
“You’re truly wonderful. I can only wish we had met before I got married.”
A silence followed. Birds sang in the background, the wind rustling the leaves of the trees.
They came across a bench, and he sat down while she rolled up beside him. He took in every detail—the way her legs rested in the sporty wheelchair, her bare feet in simple slippers, the way her short skirt revealed the smooth skin above her knees. Her toned arms, her beautiful face. He was mesmerized.
“I’m so happy to be here. I haven’t felt like this in ages. I’m so grateful you are giving me this chance” he said.
Her eyes seemed to light up. “It’s a truly wonderful day, and I’m happy to be here too.”
“Have you ever touched a para?” she asked.
“Yes. My previous girlfriend was in a wheelchair too.”
“So you’ve been with someone who fits your fetish before. Why did it end?”
“Long distance. Our lifestyles didn’t match,” he answered.
“That’s unfortunate,” she said.
He hesitated, then asked, “I would really like to kiss you. Can I?”
He leaned in, placing his hands on the sides of her wheelchair. She bent forward slightly, gazing into his eyes.
“Are you sure?” she asked softly. “Would you not feel guilty being married?”
“I’ve thought about it. I experience a lack of intimacy in my relationship. I can never feel this kind of excitement with my wife. Besides she cheated on me before” His voice was low, his head slightly bowed.
“I can imagine that it’s a struggle. Being here is your choice, so if this is what you want...” she says.
“I do, it’s my dream. I want this and only with you.” he says.
She gently lifted his chin with her fingers, then kissed him. Her lips were soft, warm. He closed his eyes, completely lost in the moment. His body tensed, overwhelmed by sensation. A wave of pleasure rushed through him, and before he could stop it, he came in his pants.
She had no idea. No idea what that kiss had done to him. His lips on hers, his hands resting on her legs—he could only imagine the possibilities after this.
Comments
chris white
so captivating
DJ
Mooi verhaal, dat zou ik ook zo graag willen doen, een keer met je lunchen, kan dat?
