Come To This

Richard's 40th birthday arrives with mixed emotions as he awaits Destiny, a prostitute ordered by his sister. When she arrives, he feels both nervous and drawn to her. Their conversation reveals a connection beyond the physical, leading to an intimate encounter that allows Richard to feel desired and accepted for the first time. Their shared moments are tender and transformative, culminating in a newfound sense of belonging and validation for Richard, as he experiences the love and acceptance he craved.

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The doorbell rang, piercing the silence of Richard's apartment. His heart skipped a beat. Was it her? The prostitute his sister had so thoughtfully, or perhaps thoughtlessly, ordered for his 40th birthday? He had mixed feelings about the whole situation. Part of him was excited at the prospect of finally losing his virginity, while another part felt a deep sadness that it had come to this.

The intercom buzzed, and a soft, melodic voice filled the room, "Hello, Richard? It's Destiny. Your birthday...guest."

With trembling fingers, he pressed the button to unlock the door. He heard the sound of heels clicking against the hallway floor, growing louder until they stopped outside his door. He took a deep breath and wheeled himself over to answer it.

Destiny was nothing like he had expected. Her hair fell in golden waves over her shoulders, and she had piercing green eyes that seemed to look straight through him. She wore a form-fitting red dress that highlighted her curves in all the right places. Richard felt his cheeks flush as she stepped inside and looked around the room with an air of professionalism.

"Hello, Richard," she said with a smile, her voice as smooth as silk. "Your sister told me it was your birthday. Happy Birthday."

"Thanks," he mumbled, feeling his palms sweat.

Destiny walked over to him and placed a hand gently on his shoulder, "Don't be nervous. I'm here to make sure you have a good time."

He looked up at her, trying to find the words to express his feelings. "I don't know if this is what I want."

"It's okay if you're not sure," she said, her smile never wavering. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. But remember, I'm here for you."

Her reassurance helped ease his anxiety. They talked for a while, about her job, her life, and the various experiences she'd had. Richard found himself drawn to her openness and the way she spoke about her life without judgment or shame. He began to feel a strange sense of attraction, one that was more than just physical.

"You're not like the other girls I've met," he said, trying to be flirty.

Destiny chuckled, "And what do you mean by that?"

"I mean, you're...different. More real."

"Well, I like to think of myself as more of a companion than a prostitute," she replied with a wink.

The conversation flowed naturally, and Richard found himself opening up about his life, his struggles, and his fears. He had never talked to anyone like this before, not even his sister. There was something about Destiny that made him feel comfortable, like he could be himself around her.

"You know," she began, "I've been doing this for a while, and I've met a lot of lonely men. But you're the first one who's ever talked to me like a person."

"I'm sorry if that's unusual," he said, feeling a pang of guilt.

"No, it's not. It's refreshing."

They shared a moment of understanding, and Richard felt a connection forming between them. It was as if Destiny had seen the man behind the wheelchair, the person who had been invisible to so many others.

As the evening progressed, the conversation grew more intimate, their laughter filling the room. Destiny sat on the arm of his chair, her leg brushing against his, sending waves of heat through his body.

"You know, Richard," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I can see that you're attracted to me. And I'm attracted to you too."

He looked up at her, surprised. "You are?"

"Mm-hmm. You're handsome in your own way, and I can tell you're a kind, gentle soul."

Her hand found its way to his cheek, and she leaned in close. "And I can't resist a man who's honest with himself."

Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss, and Richard felt his heart race. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The kiss grew more passionate, and he found himself responding in ways he never knew he could. Her touch was like a sparkAs Destiny's hand trailed down to his chest, her fingers tracing the fabric of his shirt, Richard felt himself become lost in the sensation. Her lips were soft and inviting, and he couldn't help but deepen the kiss, feeling a warmth spread through his body that had nothing to do with embarrassment or inexperience.

"You're a good kisser," Destiny murmured against his mouth, her breath hot and sweet.

"You're not so bad yourself," he replied with a smirk, feeling a surge of confidence he hadn't felt in a long time.

They broke away from the kiss, both panting slightly. Destiny's eyes searched his, looking for permission to take things further. Richard nodded, his throat dry.

"Is this what you want?" she asked, her voice husky.

"More than anything," he whispered.

Her hands began to unbutton his shirt, and he helped her, eager to feel her skin against his. She straddled his lap, her dress riding up to reveal her thighs. The contact was electrifying, and Richard felt himself growing hard.

They kissed again, more urgently this time, their bodies moving in sync. Destiny's hands roamed his body, exploring every inch of his skin. He couldn't believe this was happening. He had always assumed that moments like this were reserved for other, more capable men. But here he was, with this beautiful woman, feeling desired for the first time in his life.

"You're so sexy," she breathed, her hands moving to his waistband. "I want to make you feel good."

"I want that too," he managed to say, his voice strained with need.

They moved together, slowly at first, and then with increasing urgency. Richard felt alive, his senses heightened. He could feel every touch, every caress, and it was intoxicating.

"You're so beautiful, Destiny," he murmured, his hands tangled in her hair.

"And you're so brave, Richard," she replied, her voice filled with affection.

Their clothes fell away, and Richard felt vulnerable, but also incredibly alive. Destiny took his hand and placed it on her breast, showing him how to touch her. He followed her lead, his thumb brushing against her nipple, causing her to gasp.

Their lovemaking was slow and tender, a dance of discovery that went far beyond the physical. Richard felt like he was finally experiencing the connection he had read about in books and seen in movies. It was more than he had ever dreamed possible.

Afterwards, they lay entwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Destiny rested her head on his chest, her hand playing idly with the hairs on his stomach.

"That was amazing," he said, his voice filled with wonder.

"It really was," she agreed, her voice soft.

They lay there in silence for a while, basking in the afterglow. Richard felt something he hadn't felt in a long time - a sense of belonging, of being seen and accepted for who he was.


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As the night grew late, Destiny began to prepare to leave. Richard felt a pang of sadness, not wanting the magical evening to end.

"Do you have to go?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation.

"I've got other appointments, but I'd love to stay longer if you want," she said with a knowing smile.

"I'd like that," Richard said, his eyes shining with hope.

They spent the next few hours together, talking and laughing, until Destiny's next appointment loomed. Richard knew that their time was limited, but he was determined to make the most of it.

"Can I see you again?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

"Of course," Destiny replied, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. "But I want you to know, Richard, that this isn't just about the money. I genuinely enjoyed spending time with you."

Her words touched him deeply. "I feel the same way," he confessed.

Destiny stood and began to gather her things. Richard felt a strange sense of loss, as if he was saying goodbye to a part of himself that had been hidden away for so long.

"Thank you," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

"Thank you for letting me in," she said, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

They shared one last lingering kiss before she left, the door clicking shut behind her. Richard sat in his chair, feeling both elated and exhausted. He had never felt so alive, so seen, so desired.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of emotion. He found himself thinking about Destiny constantly, replaying their encounter in his mind. He had never felt so alive, so connected to another person.

One evening, as he sat in his apartment, his phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. It was Destiny. She had gotten his number from his sister, hoping he wouldn't mind if she reached out.

"Hey, handsome," she texted. "Miss me?"

"More than you know," he replied, his heart racing.

They began to chat, their conversations growing more flirty and playful with each passing day. Richard found himself looking forward to her messages, eager to hear her voice and see her smile.

"How about we do something different next time?" Destiny suggested one evening. "I know a place that's fully accessible, where we can have a real date."

"I'd love that," he said, feeling a thrill of excitement.

The date was everything he had ever imagined and more. They went to a fancy restaurant with ramps and wide aisles, where they could sit at a table without any barriers between them. Destiny wore a stunning black dress that made her look like a goddess, and Richard had made sure to dress to impress as well.

Throughout the meal, their eyes never left each other's. They talked and laughed, sharing stories and dreams, and Richard felt like he was truly seeing the woman behind the job. He realized that he had fallen for her, hook, line, and sinker.

The evening ended with a kiss under the stars, Destiny's arms wrapped around him as they sat in his chair. Richard had never felt so alive, so cherished.

Their relationship grew from there, a delicate dance of passion and companionship. They saw each other often, their time together filled with joy and excitement. Richard felt like he was living in a fairy tale, one where the hero finally gets the girl.

But as the months went by, the reality of their situation began to set in. Destiny was still a sex worker, and Richard knew that he couldn't be the only man in her life. He struggled with his feelings of jealousy and inadequacy, but Destiny was always there to reassure him.

"You're special to me," she said one night, her eyes serious. "What we have is something that can't be bought or sold."

He believed her, but it was hard not to feel like he was competing with the other men in her life. Still, he couldn't ignore the way she made him feel when they were together. The way she looked at him, the way she touched him, it was as if she saw the best parts of him and loved him for them.

One evening, Destiny showed up with a surprise. "I've got a present for you," she said, herThe anticipation grew as Destiny pulled out a small, elegantly wrapped box from her bag. Richard's eyes widened as she handed it to him with a mischievous smile.

"What's this?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

"It's just a little something to remember me by," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

He carefully unwrapped the box, revealing a sleek, black vibrator. "I thought it might help you feel...less alone when I'm not here," she whispered, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Richard couldn't help but chuckle, "You really know how to surprise a guy."

Her expression grew serious, "I want you to know that I care about you, and I want you to be happy, even when I can't be here with you."

He looked up at her, his heart swelling with affection. "Thank you, Destiny. You're the best gift I've ever received."

They spent the rest of the night exploring the new toy together, their laughter echoing through the apartment as they figured out the different settings and functions. It was a playful, intimate moment that brought them even closer.

Over the next few weeks, their relationship continued to evolve. They would watch movies, order takeout, and sometimes, they would just sit and talk for hours, their bodies entwined. Richard felt a deep bond forming between them, one that was more than just physical attraction.

One day, Destiny called him with an idea. "I've been thinking," she began, her voice filled with excitement. "What if we did something really adventurous?"

"Like what?" he asked, intrigued.

"I know a place where we can go rock climbing. They have adaptive equipment for people with disabilities. Would you be up for it?"

"Rock climbing? Are you serious?"

"Yes," she said, her voice firm. "I know it's out of your comfort zone, but I believe in you."

The challenge excited Richard, and he found himself saying yes before he could overthink it. They made plans to go the following weekend, and he couldn't wait.

The day of the climb, Destiny arrived early to help him prepare. She had a bag filled with climbing gear, and she was dressed in tight-fitting athletic clothes that showcased her toned body. Richard felt a surge of attraction as he watched her move with confidence and grace.