As I strapped on my PVC corset and slid on my knee-high boots, I knew tonight was going to be extra kinky. I wheeled my Gothic self over to the mirror, admiring the way the tight fabric hugged my curves and accentuated the tattoos that adorned my pale skin. As I reached down between my legs, I could feel how wet and ready I was for some self-love in my wheelchair. With each thrust of my fingers, I moaned in pleasure, imagining a dominant goth crip ravishing me in this very chair. My dark desires fueled me as I rode the waves of ecstasy, until finally collapsing back into the cushions of my chair. Who says being disabled can’t be sexy?