stumpfucker
I’m not asking if you would do her. She’s a solid 9 in the face and has an arousing fertile figure. If she made herself freely accessible, nearly all men would masturbate in her hole. The majority of those would go back for repeat performances.
But would you date her for longer than a month? Commit to her?……. Marry her?
The model, Kelly Knox, has refused to wear an arm prosthetic since she was seven. If I were dating her, I’d leave a very subtle hint, like a fake arm on her pillow before she goes to bed. The fake hand grip would be perfectly adjusted to fit the girth of my manhood.
I once dated a girl who had a physical deformity. She dressed and carried herself in a way that hid it well, but at certain angles I could see something was not quite right. It wasn’t until I got her into the bedroom naked (2nd date) that the full impact of her defect was obvious to me. It gave me pause which she must have noticed, but because she was very pretty facially and, despite her disfigurement, had an otherwise hot slender body, the sex felt great. Her personality, probably owing to a combination of good genes and a realistic self-esteem caused by the mocking cruelty of her childhood peers, was sweet, charming, nurturing and affectionate. Her incredible feminine allure and admirable character put to shame almost every DC woman I have dated, which makes me think a deformity would be the best thing to happen to them.
My happiest times with her was when we were alone together. I stopped noticing her problem when it was just me and her over a homemade dinner in my living room, or her head resting on my chest in the morning. But when she wanted to go out in public on a date, I balked. I made excuses. I suggested places where there would be few people (the woods) and a low chance of my friends seeing us.
Eventually, we did leave the apartment. I took her to a friend’s house party. She was dressed the sexiest I’d ever seen her, tight white pants that accentuated her cellulite-free ass and a low-cut blouse. She smiled the whole time, so giddy, almost reckless, gripping my arm with much love, and never leaving my side for more than a minute. She dared to show herself off because she was happy to be my woman, released from self-consciousness by my protection and the validation of my affection. She felt wanted with me and for that moment in her life any murmur of sadness was lifted and she wished the world to share in her abandon. A couple of my friends gave me props for my good taste while staring at her ass.
I spent the entire time at the party maneuvering myself around her so that no one would notice her deformity. When she walked across the room I would wrap my arms heavily over her shoulders. When she leaned to hear someone speak, I would pull her away pretending to have something important to say to her. I tried to guide her into shadowy corners, away from the glaring flourescent lights in the kitchen. It was exhausting.
I was not proud of my behavior, but I understood why I had acted that way.
You would have done the same. Animal.
