My name is Paula. I'm a thirty three year old woman working downtown. But once I was 16. I was driving for a couple of weeks, and was distracted and ran a stop sign, and a car hit me broadside. I rolled over. A man driving by ran to the car to extract me, pull me out through the broken window. I had broken bones, a broken leg, ribs, my arm. I had internal injuries, my liver, my spleen. I had a deep gash on my face, from my eye down below my lip. You could see my teeth through the tear. I was put in a car, I think another man helped him put me in his car. He raced me to the hospital. They saved my life, but for a year I was in and out of casts, much of it in a wheelchair. I didn't go to school that year, I lost a year because of the accident. The other part, was the little insurance the car had because it was an older car. My parents were sued and lost. They had to sell the house. We moved into an apartment while I recovered.
The man who pulled me out of the car came by to see how I was doing. My mother learned to leave him alone with me. I know this sounds strange. The man massaged my kitty, with his hand. Pressed hard with the palm of his hand on my clitoris. His middle finger inside my vagina. He finger fucked me until I had an orgasm. Then he would kiss me on the forehead and tell me that when I got well he was going to fuck me with his dick. That, more than anything, got me well. I was ready when he came to see me, if I was wearing something he would take it off so my kitty would be bare. I had so many orgasms, my head swirled when I did.
He did fuck me with his dick after I could walk. It wasn't ceremonious. It was an outright fuck. It was a 'your mine' fuck. You know when a man establishes his dominion over you. And believe me, he did. Oh what a fuck, that fuck meant I was alright. And when I grew up he took me away with him. I liked the kitty massage and he gave me one and I had an orgasm. But now he could fuck me too, so he did.
Well that's how I met my husband. The 'old man'.
