Blind Passion
A True Story of Magnificent Love
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Jan. 24, 1973: Once, as they were lying side by side, Dorothy had her right leg bent up at the knee and propped up against Grant's left leg. Her own left leg was stretched straight out. As always, Grant's hand was fondling her sex. He had never seen her before quite like this either. She was spread open on the right side but not so on the left, and the asymmetry fascinated him just as did every newly encountered love pose that their interaction offered him. The way in which her leg rested against him was wonderful. It conveyed to him that she was relaxed and fully comfortable in her nakedness with him. Her pose also seemed to embody her perfect trust in him. As they lay there together with Grant's fingers causing them both pleasure by touching her sex, he said, "I would like to tell you something, but I don't want you saying anything in reply. Ok?" "Ok," she answered. "Dorth, I love you. I truly love you in every way that I can possibly love you. I have never encountered anyone with as marvelous a personality and character as you. I truly mean that. I love you so fully as a person and as a woman who has the most beautiful spirit that I have ever known. Please believe me. But I also know that I could never be satisfied as your platonic friend, because I also love you so completely, and that includes loving you as a man loves a woman. I know you have often thought that I simply desire you and am infatuated with your female beauty. Well, I certainly am. Oh golly today has been so wonderful! But Dorth, I truly do love you, and my desire for you is not just carnal lust. It is part of my complete and total love for you. Well, that's about what all I wanted to say." He then fell silent, and as promised, Dorothy said nothing in reply. But his words had moved her deeply; and although Grant could not see, she silently shed a few tears of her own strong emotions. What Grant had just said summed up very well the turbulent and tormenting nature of their relationship ever since it began. They had both been and continued to be tortured by it. The chronic instability had kept Grant teetering precariously between emotional highs and lows, and that in turn had kept him from doing his very best academically. Dorothy had been and was tortured in her own ways. Their love and her marital status had forced her to live a secret life. Because she had always been a person of outstanding decency, that in itself caused her much anguish and shame. She knew with what horrible words she would be labeled if her friends, family, and church acquaintances knew what she had been and was doing with Grant. But it had been about sixteen years since she first realized that she no longer loved George. Was that not a long enough sentence to serve in a loveless marriage, which had not only been so terribly tormenting but also very unhappy? Over the years she had tried to sort out her feelings and had often blamed herself for the failure of the marriage, but whenever she tried talking to George about serious things, they never succeeded in getting anywhere. Her university kids had been the one real source of happiness in her life for such a long time, and then Grant had come along and had brought her back to life as a complete woman. How could anyone, exercising reason and mercy, find her guilty and condemn her to a life sentence in her unhappy marriage? March 1, 1973: His kissing and licking of her sex yesterday had been so utterly exquisite. His tongue had not only spread opened the lips of her vulva, but it had opened up an entirely new world to her. The orgasm had been so all-consuming and powerful, not merely a physiological phenomenon, but an experience that had united her mind, soul, and body into a perfect completeness. After nearly eight months of protecting her vagina from penetration by his penis, she now felt with all sincerity that the time had finally come. It seemed so very right, the culmination of a long step-by-step evolution in their complex relationship. Her mind was perfectly content with this decision. There was no inner conflict anymore between her reason and emotions. Yesterday's orgasm had somehow strangely resolved that conflict, and it had not been simply a matter of sex. What she had experienced had been so transforming and revolutionary. She now finally understood with full clarity exactly how rare and sublime their love for each other was, something that came along very infrequently in one's life, if ever. It was truly wunderbar, and "Get thee behind me, Satan" was totally inappropriate. It was in fact that miracle for which she had been hoping for so many years in her barren marriage. Their love was so rare and fine, like a precious flower. It had to be carefully tended and cherished for its beauty and rarity. She had come so close to crushing it. Only Grant's single-minded persistence and perseverance had protected it from destruction by the adverse circumstances in which they found themselves. Henceforth, however, she would fully embrace their love and not fight against it. Since her period was about to begin, she was probably not fertile. They could therefore engage in real sexual intercourse without fear of her becoming pregnant. She wanted and needed to feel him big and hard inside her vagina, not just inside the lips of her vulva to masturbate her, and not shielded or hampered by a rubber, but fully inside her vagina, her flesh enveloping his flesh, her vagina feeling his every move and quiver and receiving all his sperm to be mingled with her love-honey for him.
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A true story, a personal love history, an autobiographical memoir of a loving couple, occurring during the years 1965-1976 at a major university in the state of Illinois. The love affair involved a middle-aged married woman and mother of three, named Dorothy, whose marriage had long been dead. She rediscovered happiness when a blind college student, named Grant, half Dorothy's age, fell in love with her; and their love affair resulted in a happy marriage of thirty years, a tribute to the power of true love. This story is reconstructed from Dorothy's diary entries and from the phenomenal memory of Grant, who has survived Dorothy's death. Dorothy possessed extraordinary energy, was a devoted mother, a highly talented seamstress, and an exceptional cook. She had long fallen out of love with her husband. Despite her energy and ingenuity invested in trying to raise her children properly, she found herself constantly frustrated by their uncooperative shortcomings. While trapped in this unrewarding home life, Dorothy blazed her path out of her unhappy wilderness by first gaining self-esteem as a successful singer in her local Sweet Adelines organization. She acquired additional self-worth by becoming an accomplished swimmer. She was finally able to find an escape out of her home life through volunteer work at the university for blind students, who instantly recognized her extraordinary loving nature and remarkable personality. These students became her friends and gave her the honorific name Ma, their loving and helpful mother away from home. Within two years one of these students fell in love with her, and she with him. The book narrates how their love began, evolved, encountered adversities, was increasingly sexualized, and how the power of their love freed Dorothy from her marriage and opened up a new and fulfilling life for Dorothy and Grant.