My husband was going to write to you,
but he said since he is such a lousy writer, I should do it. We both owe
your magazine a letter of thanks because we met through a Nugget
My life has been divided into two separate
parts. The first as an attractive teenager
who had everything going for her, very popular in school, a part-time
model for a local department store and
winner of a couple of local beauty contests.
The second part of my life came after an
auto accident that left me being an amputee. My right leg had to be
amputated just below the hip, leaving me with almost no stump at all. There
was just enough left to make sitting comfortable, but using an artificial
leg is too awkward for me. The artificial leg with such a short stump, about
four inches, requires a pelvic strap and a hip type stump stocking, both of
which are uncomfortable. I also limp very badly with the artificial limb and
must use a cane to walk with it, hence my decision to stay on crutches
exclusively. I like forearm crutches best when wearing a coat or a blazer,
but with a dress or blouse, I use regular length aluminium underarm crutches.
was a senior in high school at the time of the
accident and since it was very near the end
of the term, I was graduated with the rest of my class, although I was home
recuperating at the time.
After the normal
recovery period, I was employed
by a local firm as a receptionist. It was a
very good job and I was able to get my own apartment and a new car.
am 5'5" and have a nice figure, so I am told.
I have had many boyfriends but I guess
am attractive, I just was not what you would
take home to show mom and dad. My sex life was very good but for the most
part, they were just "one night stands." Then one of my boyfriends, whom I
was quite certain was interested in me because of my amputation, showed me
an issue of Nugget with the "Amputee Corner" in it. We looked at it together
and giggled about some of the drawings in it. How could some of those women
make it in real life with those double amputations, like the maid walking on
crutches with no legs - impossible!
He didn't take the magazine with him and the
next day was Saturday and while having
breakfast, I was leafing through it and spotted an ad from a
guy looking for an amputee girlfriend. It
took me a few days to build up enough courage to answer
his ad, but I figured maybe this guy wouldn't
be ashamed of me and at 26, I was starting to worry about being an old maid.
We exchanged a few letters and he sent me a
picture of himself. He looked great. So I sent him my phone number and a
picture of myself. After some phone calls, we decided to meet each other. He
lived about 150 miles from me and did not know anything about the area where
I lived, so I told him to meet me at a lounge near the turnpike exit.
My dad always said
first impressions were very
important, so I made it my business to look
good for my out of town friend.
I picked out a very sexy purple blouse
which showed off my well-endowed figure, a black A-line skirt with a white
belt, purple pantyhose to match the blouse and the wildest white spiked heel
pump with an ankle strap in town. In fact the clerk in the shoe store told
me I walked better in that shoe than any of his two-legged customers could.
drove out to the lounge a little early and had
a drink to calm myself down and to get
When he came into the lounge, I was sitting
at a corner booth waiting for him. He looked around for a second before
spotting me, but still didn't seem
quite sure I was his date. He later said he
didn't see any crutches and was a little confused since there were a couple
of other single girls there.
The waitress has
taken my crutches and put them
over by the coat room for me because the
booth was quite small. Finally, he came over and asked me my name. I didn't
answer, I just smiled and asked him if he would get my napkin that I had
dropped. Well, one look under the table and he knew who I was. Later he said
he was sorry for taking so long to retrieve the napkin, but he just couldn't
take his eyes off that single purple leg in the white spiked heel shoe.
As luck would have it, we hit it off right away.
Our Personalities matched and I found him
quite interesting. Of course, the guy was there to meet an amputee, but I
put that out of my mind and enjoyed my new friend.
After a couple of drinks, I asked him to get my
crutches so I could go to the powder room and
besides, it was time to show what he had come all this way to see. He
returned with my crutches and held them for me as I got up, hooked them
under my arms and went swinging off with as sexy a walk as possible on one
When I returned I asked him if he thought
my shoe looked like too much for a one legged girl. Was I over dressing for
a cripple? His reply was that it looked wonderful and that he really liked
my attire. He thought the high shoe was perfect and wondered how I could get
around so smoothly on such a high heel; saying he had never seen a shoe that
high before. I assured him that walking on that heel was no problem and
although it was very high, it looked even more so because there was only
one. He also said high heeled shoes were also a great turn-on for him.
This pleased me very much
because I enjoyed wearing a high heel.
Whenever I visit my mom and dad they always give me hell for wearing a high
heel. They're afraid I would fall and hurt myself.
I can remeber standing in front of my
fulllenght mirror with pants on, wearing a single high heel shoe and having
the other empty shoe placed under my empty pants leg on the floor and
wishing my leg was still there. But then I thought "fuck it" and folded the
empty pants leg up and tucked it into the waist-band and kicked the shoe
aside and went out to the kitchen and made myself a good stiff drink.
After our meeting at the lounge, we went
out for dinner and later I asked him if he would care to stop by my
apartment for a drink and to listen to
some new tapes. He was quite pleased with my
offer and after he was there awhile, he got up enough nerve to ask to see my
stump. I said okay but I wanted to change into something that would make it
easier to view. I went into my bedroom and put on a red bra and panties and
slid into a black patent
ankle strap high heel. Returning to the
living room using only one crutch to show off my balance, I moved around
the room giving him several views
of my fully exposed, very short stump.
He got up from the couch and came over to where
I was standing and kissed me, and like him I
ready. I dropped my single crutch and told
him to get me into the bedroom.
Six weeks later we were married and even now we
still act like newlyweds. Maybe some of it's
because I have only one leg, but I really love this guy and he traets me
like a queen. I enjoy putting on a show for him no matter what it is. I can
walk very well using only one crutch and wearing a spike heel. He also likes
me to go out this way. It's a little tough walking up the aisle in a movie
theater or going up steps on one crutch, but otherwise it's no problem. And
besides, we can hold hands this way. He said he loves to hear that single
high heel click when I walk. It drives him crazy.
have a bizarre black leather body suit that
was made for me by one of those erotic
fashion houses and a matching boot to go with it. The boot is thigh high and
has an eight-inch heel with a three-inch platform sole. I must use two
crutches to manage to get around quite well when wearing it. Needless to say,
I don't go outside dressed like this, but it does make for a passionate
My life as amputee has turned out as well as
possible, thanks to
-A very happy
one-legged wife. Pennsylvania
one legged wife