Dark clouds, part 2

He kissed me again and took me in his arms. Come on, take me now, take me here, I ponder. He squeezed my limbless body in his strong arms and then put me in my chair again, starting to undress me by removing my t-shirt. I got so horny that I would like him to take right here, in my chair.
"Is this the effect of my new look, honey?"
"In a way... maybe. But you don't need to struggle too much, you are already different" he replied.
To be honest, this new hairstyle was one of my desperate measures to increase my sex-appeal towards Alex. I need him so much. And this answer kind of hit me, not knowing what to get from it. In the mean time, my t-shirt was gone, lying on the floor and also my trousers, in the other part of the room, while Alex was walking his lips down my neck, to the valley between my breasts.
"Just stop it" I said.
He looks at me.
"If you do this out of pity, than stop."
"Irene, I... I've just..."
"Get out. Just get out" I can't hold off my tears anymore.
He stopped kissing me. He looked at me and it was the most pitifully look I've ever received. Then he ran out of the door, living me almost naked in my manual wheelchair, in the middle of the room. I start crying. I wear only my bra and my underwear and I was alone. All alone, for the first time since the accident, there was no one to hold me in his powerful arms, no one to kiss or caress me.
"I would be with you forever" Alex said on the night I recovered from the accident, two years ago. He was there with me when I realized the horror I've been trough, when I discovered that all my limbs were amputated. I guess he just can't handle it anymore, he doesn't really figure it out how hard it will be taking care of a helpless being. I can't blame him, though I hate him so much right now.
When I stop crying, I manage to move my chair a few feet, by shaking my limbless body, getting the chair forward, little by little. I could jump off it, but I could get hurt in the falling, so I choose the safe way. I got close enough to the sofa and I transfer to it, by balancing my weight and using my right arm stump. It's been almost and hour since Alex went out and I start getting cold, since I am unable to put clothes on my mutilated body. Getting from the sofa to the phone was easy, since coffee table was near and I could use my leg limbs for "walking" small distances, until they got hurt. I manage to call Julie, he's my nurse and she takes care of me when Alex is... or used to be at his job. Now I've just figured out that I'll need 24/7 care... Since my man is gone, there is no one that would take care of me... I must use social service.
Julie found me crying again, on the floor, my back against the sofa. There is no way I could get back in the chair, without help. I told her what happened and she helped me get dressed, going to the bathroom, having a short snack and finally putting me into bed. She said she cannot come tomorrow morning, but she will send someone, a friend of her, to help me out until the papers are done for a social nurse. She left me too, since raising two kids it's not easy. I assured her that I'll be ok. She turns off the light and left me in the bedroom's bed.
Kids... Who don't really want kids? I do. I always did. But no one will be crazy enough having kids with a quad amputee like me, that's for sure. Plus, I can't take care of myself, so a baby it's out of discussion.
It was pretty late when I finally got to sleep. I hate being alone. Because I know how helpless and vulnerable I am. Alex was always kissing me goodnight, but he's not here anymore. I miss him so much... And I would miss him if I were able body so you can imagine how much I do miss him now.
I finally felt asleep, with my eyes and cheeks wet from tears and with a fear growing inside me. I'm all alone. Deep inside me, I knew this moment would come someday, and it did today.
Outside, it rains pretty badly. And my hair was already a mess.

Dark clouds, part 1

We were walking in the park for about an hour, when dark clouds gathered around. They were completely unexpected, since today was a fine summer day. Not to hot, but sunny enough for Alex to take me on a walk. Well, to be completely honest, Alex was walking and I simply lay in my wheelchair, while he pushed me, like he always does. We start heading to the car, since a rain would be the last thing I want. Alex just took me out of the hairstylist and a rain would make a mess out of my hair. And Alex told me earlier that he likes my new look, so I might be lucky tonight... And getting all wet by the rain in a wheelchair is not a nice feeling.
We finally arrived at the car when only first drops of rain felt to the ground. Alex hurried in opening the door and he lifts me from the chair, my arm stumps around his neck. There I was, in the car's seat, with my leg stumps, nicely rounded by long trousers folded under, stumps not long enough to reach the chair's edge, while Alex put the safety belt around my belly and between my rounded breasts. A safety belt that was completely useless two years ago, in the car crash that transformed me into a completely helpless being that I am today.
Alex made sure that my leg stumps were comfortable, as was I. He always does that, he always treats me with extra care since the accident. I love that, I love to feel his hands folding the trousers under my stumps. I caress his face with another stump of mine, the right hand one, the longest limb I have, since my right hand was amputated a few inches below the elbow. He smiles, a sad smile, as always, and gets in the car, next to me, after placing the folded wheelchair in the back of the car.
Alex was quiet all the way to our home. All I heard was the car's engine. I must admit, I'm afraid of cars, but I got used to it. I got used of being afraid as I got used being an amputee. At least, it's impossible for me to loose any more limbs...
We finally arrive. Arm stumps around Alex's neck, back to the wheelchair, via his arms, pushed me inside, the usual routine. When I'm with him, I'm using the old chair. I only use the powerchair when I'm alone or when Alex is not around. He told me that he found it sexy to push me around and carrying me on his arms, so I complied.
"You are my doll" he used to say "and I love taking care of you" He was right, as I could move a little more than a plastic doll.
Alex is to quiet tonight, I don't know what's with him, although he told me early today that he loves my new hairstyle. Maybe he just said that no to upset me. But now I'm upset that he is to quiet.
"I want you... badly", I said, while looking at him.
He said nothing and stood still for a while. Then, he came near me and starts kissing my lips, softly. A tried to caress him, as I always do, with my arm stumps. I'm not yet too good at that and I really don't know how much he likes it and how much he finds it repulsive, though he assured me that he doesn't mind, I cannot be too sure.
I must be careful not to loose Alex, since he is such a good guy. I can't ask him anything more, since he already decided to be with me. And, being with me it's not easy, since I need help for almost anything... well, except breathing, one of the few things that I can manage by myself. The car accident left me without any limbs, as complications to my wounded arms and legs led quickly to the decision of amputing them. So I lost both legs above knee (all I have are two asymmetrical round limbs of a few inches long, left one being a little longer) and my both arms, the left one above the elbow and the right one below the elbow, so at least this one can be used for some minor task, such as caressing my love or playing with his dick. Uhm, excuse me, I think I'm a little to horny tonight. Although Alex said he loves me, we don't get together that often, at least not as often as I like, as a woman. Yes, I like to consider myself a woman, although most men would disagree. Can't say I blame him for no wanting getting laid down every night with a freak like me.