I Paralyzed Her

     Walking home from work one day, an Indian looking black woman with long flowing hair picked me up in her car, and offered me a ride home. I was startled only because you hear of women and strangers and here I was a perfect stranger and this beautiful woman felt no way to pick me up. After exchanging names, we talked for a brief moment when the place for me to part came closer. She offered me her phone number as I left her car and asked me to give her a call. I took her number and said I would and didn't.The ride was about all I could stand with her seeing she was way too nice for anything with me. No! I am not down on myself, just saying.
     A few weeks later, I happened upon the same woman who made it her point to tell me I never called, and to my shock she had every intentions on hearing from me. This was an awesome turn of events in my small world, so I took her number again with new vigor, and with every intention to call her the first chance I got. And true enough, I did call her and true to her word, she was glad to hear from me. We made arrangements to meet each other and before long she pulled up to where I was and we resumed our little get together.
     I didn't know too much about dating for I am a bushman, so the best I could come up with at the time was to ask her if she ever made home made bread before. I wanted to learn for myself, so I felt this would be an awesome way to learn her and she me. She told me she had never made bread before and by the look in her face she felt it an odd question seeing she was a woman and I a simple man. Before her face could get the best of her, I told her neither had I, and today it would be a nice thing if both of us learned together. She was tickled by the gesture and we both went to the store and picked up the ingredients, which I just happened to have in my pocket at the time. Coming out the shop with all we needed, now we headed to my place to see what an oven and two newbies would come up with.
     She felt very comfortable and was getting more and more excited about me and the prospects of making bread. We talked and laughed and before long we began in earnest and before long the look on her face became priceless as the dough was made and began to rise. We hugged each other at the sight of rising dough, I dont even know why it was such a compelling gesture but we did. As the dough continued to do its thing we took a walk on the beach to talk about this and that, our lives as people and our way as adults. Before long we headed back to the house to see if the dough was ready to go in the oven. It was a sight for sore eyes, the dough looked like it was too happy to see us and needed the warmth  of an oven to seal the deal. So we put it in and 350 degrees I think, we set it on voyage.
     As the smell rose in the air, hugs turned into passion all its own, and friendly kisses became I know you. Before we can relate in heated bliss, the bread began to sing its I'm done song, and we ran to see just what the oven produced. And right there in my kitchen, we set the fruits of what a man and woman together can do, if life and chance converge. She hugged me only this time, she was too wet to turn back. I manhandled her a bit more then she was prepared for, and systematically I drained  her of all her bodily fluids, right there on my bed, in the comfort of smells from the oven.

     When I was finish manhandling her, she asked to use my bathroom, and when she tried to move, she could not. She gave a soft yell and to my amazement she told me she could not move. I have never heard of such but she told me she was paralyzed.  At first I was horrified but the look on her face said bliss. We talked a bit more after which she was able to stand and make her way to the toilet. She later confessed to me her woman secretes, of how it was her joy to pick up men and break them down and wear them out and laugh. As I listened to her I was shocked that women even thought like that, and even more shocked that she would even tell me something like this. Then she hit me with the punch line, she told me I was the first man to paralyze her. and with such ease. These things went over my head, until the years rolled by and a better understanding of sex and loving became second nature to a bushman.