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“Sexy is not about sensation. It took time to recognize that what I was feeling during sex was less about physical sensation and more of a mental build-up. It’s mind over matter, but there’s definitely a release. It was completely frustrating at first, but I think part of the healing process was learning the ways my body works differently after my accident.” – Angela Rockford

Escorts cheer people up – producing endorphins during sex so that people feel FANTASTIC. We have many great escorts that ensure that clients (and they too) have a fabulous time and feel amazing afterwards! We help people live out the fantasy of having a beautiful and sexy and desirable lady or man come to them in their home or hotel, momentarily escaping into fantasy land, and enjoying their sexuality and sex in many forms, disability or not this is exciting!

Many disabled people, find it a little difficult to meet MR or MRS right. So it is very refreshing and comforting to be in the company of an escort who helps fulfil your inner most desires and play out any fantasies you have. Remember our biggest sex organ is our brain! There are many forms of intimacy that can be introduced to generate pleasure. Everyone is individual, of course, but sensual massage and erotic touching along with the help of Viagra can help anyone into a state of bliss. Escorts may use interesting techniques such as erotic wordplay, role play, massage, toys or other things to make your time spent with them complete. The use of special lotions or creams and unique toys may make your experience with an escort extremely fulfilling. However, none of this is possible, unless you fully communicate with your escort.

It's always wise to let your escort know about your disability and your level of need. Many escorts are fully willing, just as long as they know what to expect and how to proceed to make the session enjoyable and fulfilling for you. Your situation or symptoms may be different from what they've encountered in the past, but they are willing and open to find ways to make your time together enjoyable and satisfying. We all feel disabled people have just as much right to have sex as the able-bodied; we are all just people with desires and needs that need to be met sexually.

How do people in wheelchairs have sex? Just like any other person, usually in bed. Some sexual positions are more difficult in bed though, therefore some sexual positions are more easily achieved by practising wheelchair sex. Most modern wheelchairs have easy to remove armrests, swing away footplates, folding backrests and locking brakes and such easily accommodate wheelchair sex and greater sexual freedom. We challenge the myth in society only the most glamorous, attractive and successful among us live fulfilling active, healthy and imaginative sexual lives. We all have the ability to fulfil our desires.

So you may need to get a little more inventive! Most people should. Sex is about fun and is part of the make-up of all human beings. We all have a desire to be with another intimately and to enjoy the interaction of 2 bodies melting together to become one. If you want your mind blown when your escort arrives, give the escort as much information as you can to make sure it happens. If you have a particular fetish, let them know ahead of time so they can be prepared with the appropriate props, toys or costumes. It is important for all people to experiment and discover what is satisfying.

Whatever your level of ability is, we are sure that our escorts have a few tricks up their sleeves to help any hurdles that may be encountered. You are going to be in expert hands and it will all be about you, your wants and desires, your sexual fantasy. No one can or should find fault in that! Treat yourself to a night of warmth and desire in the most intimate way imaginable. All that is holding you back is you! We can all use a little more fun in our lives!





To cut the proverbial long story short, at the age of 16 I broke my back when I stupidly dove into the shallow end of the local council swimming pool. The word ‘depressed’ does not describe the state of gloom and self pity that I sank into when I was told of my future as a paraplegic and introduced to my life partner, a wheelchair. While the physiotherapist tried to paint a rosy picture of my future by listing all the things that I’d still be able to do and could learn to do, I sat sullenly, feeling hopeless and cursing the world. I was still a virgin and at that point in time imagined that paraplegics didn’t or couldn’t have sex lives and most definitely didn’t marry or have families of their own. Bleakness and sometimes anger were the only things I saw when I tried to imagine my future.

Six years have passed and I have just turned 22 years of age. Although not a day goes past without me wishing for the use of my legs, my life is certainly not the lonely, bleak and hopeless existence that I had imagined. I have a good job and an active social life through a wheelchair rugby union team that I’m part of. I find only one part of my life is wanting: a sex life. I am painfully shy around the opposite sex, probably because I became a paraplegic during my adolescence and before I’d even kissed a girl. Any shred of self esteem and confidence I may be feeling immediately deserts me when I’m around women – including women in wheelchairs like me, ones who I should be able to relate to surely. I receive a lot of ribbing from my rugby team mates and my family, who can’t help but be well aware of this situation.

Last Friday evening at around 10pm I’d just returned to my apartment, hot and sweaty from rugby training. I’d torn my shirt off and was about to wriggle out of my shorts when my doorbell unexpectedly rang. I swore under my breath and wheeled myself to the front door and pulled it open. I couldn’t have been more surprised: there stood a stunning young woman, at a guess from somewhere in South East Asia. She had long straight, glossy black hair, lightly coloured olive skin and almond shaped, twinkling eyes. She was only around 5’ in height and I saw that her body was perfectly proportioned to her height. She actually reminded me of the perfection and flawlessness of a china doll. I managed to tear my eyes from that superb body back up to her face and tried to concentrate on her words.

“I’m so sorry to bother you – my car has broken down. May I use your phone to call NRMA – the battery in my mobile phone is dead flat.” Her English was perfect with the slightest of accents which made her sound exotic and sexy at the same time.

As I hurriedly wheeled myself backwards to make room for her to enter, I felt the blood rush to my face as it always does when I’m in the presence of a beautiful woman. I pointed to the cordless phone on my coffee table and she seated herself on my lounge and dialed a number. I quickly wheeled myself towards my bedroom having decided to pull a t-shirt over my bare chest however she called out to me before I got there.

“Excuse me! Can you speak to this person on the other end of the phone for me? I don’t understand what they are saying.”

I swiveled my chair around and reached for the phone.

“Happy birthday!!!” sang a chorus of drunken male voices which I easily identified as coming from my rugby team mates.

There appeared to be some squabbling over the handset. My closest friend, Scottie, came on the line.

“You lucky, lucky bastard! You better enjoy this – she’s cost us a fortune. No chickening out – that virginity of yours is a dead weight around your neck and this team that you’re part of have gone to heaps of trouble to organize this night for you and we will not take no for an answer. I picked her myself for you, and she’s under strict instructions to get rid of the chip on your shoulder and that virginity of yours, come hell or high water! But seriously mate, take this opportunity – her name is Apple, she’s been briefed, and is ready to have her way with you! It’s 11pm now and she’s all paid for and yours till 2am. Have a good one mate, and give that gal one from all of us!” And with that, the phone went dead.

Embarrassment does not begin to describe how I felt at that moment – I was mortified! I looked up to find Apple studying me with a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth – her eyes appeared to twinkle with naughtiness. Despite my discomfort, I couldn’t help my eyes from travelling downwards. She was wearing a black leather skirt, black stockings, high heels and a sheer ivory lace blouse that hugged her body and showed a glimpse of a barely-there bra. My mates knew me well, she was just gorgeous and so exotic, exactly my ‘cup of tea’– that is if I could only get over my awkwardness and self-consciousness. I asked her to help herself to a glass of wine while I had a shower – I was still sweaty after the rugby training.

I guess that Apple decided that if things were left to me they’d never get going. As I sat in the plastic wheel chair that I use in the shower, allowed the hot water to pound upon my head and body. My mind was reeling! I had no idea what to do next and how to handle this gorgeous and exotic woman. Suddenly, through the frosted shower screen I saw the bathroom door open slightly. Before I had a chance to respond or call out, Apple slid open the shower door. I was absolutely speechless as she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and stepped out of her skirt. As I sat stunned in the shower with the water still streaming over me, it was as if I was transfixed by this petite and oh so sexy woman. One at a time she unhooked her stockings from a black, lacy bustier then rolled the stockings down her legs.

With a deft movement the bustier fell away and with her eyes locked onto mine, she slowly moved towards me and stepped into the shower cubicle. Still with her eyes locked onto mine she moved under the stream of water then stepped forward and straddled me so that she was sitting astride me, facing me. She then kissed me, gently at first then more passionately with our tongues flickering in and out of each other’s mouths. Due to my spinal injury, it is very rare for me to get a hard-on without lots of stimulation and even if I do get erect I have only actually ejaculated twice since my accident.

Apple reached for a bar of soap and a sponge and we proceeded to gently soap and wash each other up and down – the sensation was beautiful as our bodies slithered against each other. After about 15 minutes of this, once we were rinsed, Apple climbed off my lap. I was about to wheel out of the shower when I glanced down and to my surprise saw that I was erect without any physical stimulation to the organ, for the first time since I was 16. It was a wild ride I can tell you without giving too much away! I am enormously grateful to my mates to get the ball rolling with girls for me.