Monday, July 31, 2023
Psychiatrist prologue
Step into my world, I'm Dr. Connor Miller, a compassionate and enigmatic psychiatrist whose life takes an unexpected turn when I met Sophie Thompson, a high-end lawyer with a magnetic pull. From the moment she walks into my office, her presence demands attention, and a subtle yet alluring limp adds to her intriguing mystery.
As Sophie opens up about her deepest desires, I find myself drawn into her world of defending famous clients, vulnerability and passion. The boundaries between doctor and client blur, and I'm faced with a challenging line not to cross.
Her fetishes, her fascination with power dynamics, and her crazy attraction to pain, both receiving and giving, present a captivating complexity that I cannot resist exploring.With each session, our connection deepens, and the undeniable chemistry between us sparks a very intense sexual attraction, yet, I must tread carefully, aware of the ethical dilemma that lies before me. As a professional, I must guide her towards self-acceptance, but the magnetic pull between us tempts me to break the rules.
In this scintillating tale of modern romance, Sophie's journey becomes mixed with my own. Can I remain the composed and understanding therapist she needs, or will her forbidden fantasies lead us down a path of passion and self-discovery?
Join me as I discover love, intimacy, and desires in this captivating story .
Connor
Sunday, July 30, 2023
Saturday, July 29, 2023
My affair conclusion
My affair conclusion audio intro
Her broken arms held me with a gentle yet firm grip, as our kiss deepened, the tip of her tongue slipped between my lips and gently touched mine. My mouth opened slightly, allowing her access. Our tongues began to play, first gently, and then more insistent. The kiss deepened and our mingled breath became heavy. I squeezed my crutches hard as she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, teeth gently grazing it.
The boys were looking at us captivated, Roberto crossed his leg and rubbed his toes at the end of his own cast while his eyes landed on Emily first then me.
"Charlize, I love how you move with your broken legs in those casts"
Her hand slid down and pulled my broken leg higher between her legs, then she moved her fingers up my cast, across the swell of my hips, and then crept up to cup my large breast, gently squeezing it, feeling its fullness.
Later, she slid a hand around to the front, catching my nipple that was fully erected through the thin material of my summer dress, between her thumb and forefinger; rolling it between them. I cried out with pleasure, while she played with me and I nibbled her inviting neck.
I had never been dominated like that by a young woman. The whole journey from my slightly sprained ankle, my affair, my broken legs, John's hidden fetishes and his affair with Emily had transformed not just my perspective, but my whole life. I looked at John, whose eyes mirrored Roberto's sentiment, filled with love but I wasn't sure if it was for me or Emily.
As the painting session began, I watched Roberto lower down his broken leg and stand on his cast, his broken leg sending waves of pain. He was painting us, the 2 women that seemed to dance together in one erotic and sensual domination. Roberto's injured leg and pain increased his creative flow. He saw our beauty emerging from the most unexpected injuries and experiences.
Her other hand came up, capturing my other breast, rubbing it with her wrist brace as her mouth descended, licking and kissing my collar bone, then she pulled my summer dress up and off me, throwing it to John who was speechless.
She kissed the top of my breasts that were barely contained in my black lace bra, and then she undid it. My erect pink nipples were fully exposed. Her lips hungrily covering one of them, pulling it into her mouth and running her tongue over it while rubbing against my hard cast.
John grabbed Roberto's crutches and moved around the room, staring at us, capturing the beauty of the dominant and submissive, broken legs and broken arm. His presence on crutches added a touch of "je ne sais quoi", maybe just a reminder that art could transform reality.
Roberto's keen eye caught every detail, even the way Emily's juices were sliding along one of my broken legs while she rubbed herself harder and moaned. He painted in details the delicate positioning of my crutches and the pain on my lips from standing only on one broken leg while the other was higher up between Emily's legs.
He was an artist that captured not just the sensual physical shape of my long leg casts but the connections between all 4 of us in our past.
One of her hands came up, running into my hair, slightly pulling, my eyes closed and neck arched as she sucked on my neck with her lips and teeth. Almost...breaking skin...
"Oh god, Emily," I murmured and dropped my crutches, relying on this sexy young woman to keep me standing on one long leg walking cast, small rubber heel.
I began to untie her arm brace, wanting to feel and see if she had any scars. Her hand was shaking, she was so close to her orgasm squeezing my cast I unbuttoned her blouse and then ran a hand across her small perky breasts, her hard nipples, feeling them harden as I explored them.
Abruptly, Roberto limped off his broken leg, re-breaking it I'm sure in the process and he pulled Emily away from me by twisting her broken arm in a very awkward angle. He then grabbed me by the waist, and painfully limped back and set me on the long desk in the corner.
He looked up at me with both his hands on my casts, my lips inviting and eyes full of mysteries, locking his gaze as his hands slid up my broken legs and found my wet vagina.
"Charlize, you have to decide?" John said while rubbing and twisting Emily injured arm and wrist.
"No I don't," I smiled looking at my lover standing on his recently broken leg caressing my long casts.
I felt a surge of sensuality. It was a mixture of wanting Roberto deep inside me, acceptance from John of my need and want to be permanently on crutches, and a newfound sense of freedom being loved by Emily, a sexy young and intriguing woman.
I felt his hard penis slide into me very slowly at first, It felt so good to have him inside me in my wetness. I was grinding against him wanting more. He moved in and out.
"Oh Roberto" I moaned his name while he leaned on my casts keeping his broken leg bent to release some pressure, some pain.
The arousal building within me, "I'm going to cum." I panted, my eyes now shut tightly. My face showed pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain. Then I felt him filling me up with cum inside me. My long body shook, I could feel the spasms and vibrations from my orgasm.
"Wow, that was amazing." His kiss lingered, time seemed to stand still.
Emily walked back to me cradling her arm, it was bent at the wrist, did John break her arm or wrist?
I took her in my arms then kissed her. As our lips eventually parted, I gazed into Emily's eyes, seeing a reflection of my own pain after breaking my legs.
"Are you in pain?"
"Yes...not bad, it will need to be realigned before the cast" She showed me her poor wrist.
"I have some casting material, I don't know why but I was expecting something like this, let me help you Emily" Roberto said, grabbing his crutches to stand but I stopped him right away. I put my summer dress back on and said.
"No I will do it"
I looked at Emily's wrist, now swollen, as she gingerly cradled it in her other hand. Pain etched across her face, but still smiling at me. It tore at my heart to see her suffering, but as an ex emergency room nurse, I knew how to help her.
"Sit down," I said gently, guiding her on my crutches to the couch in our living room.
Taking a deep breath, I focused on her wrist, swelling had already set in, making the task ahead more challenging.
"I'll take care of you, I've reduced 100's of broken wrists in the past" I assured her by lying slightly.
I touched the tender areas, trying to assess the severity of the fracture.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" I asked softly leaning on my crutches to free my hands. Then I leaned over her and kissed her broken wrist, sliding my wet tongue along.
Then I started to work on her broken wrist. I applied just enough pressure to elicit a wince, signifying the exact spot where the fracture resided. Carefully, I began the process of realignment.
"It will hurt a bit as I try to realign the bones, but it's necessary as you know,"
With each adjustment, I felt her pain, even though she tried her best to hide it. Our eyes met, and in that silent exchange, I saw her trust in me. Using my hands and fingers, I gently manipulate the broken wrist. Applying controlled pressure, I gradually guided the bones back into their proper position until we both heard the snapping sound.
Once the wrist was realigned, it was time to stabilise it with Roberto's casting material. John had been a great help to bring water and the materials. I immersed the cast in warm water, activating the material and started the intimate act of wrapping the cast around her wrist. My long fingers lovingly encircled her broken wrist, securing the cast with a touch that was both firm and gentle.
As the cast began to harden, I softly smoothed the surface, ensuring a seamless appearance. I paid extra attention to the edges, to avoid any roughness that might cause discomfort. When I was done I turned my attention to Emily, offering her a tender smile filled with love. With the cast complete, I took a step back on my crutches and admired my handiwork. Her wrist, once broken and vulnerable, was now protected.
"Thank you Charlize," she said, her voice filled with emotion.
I leaned over and kissed her sweet lips while she cradled her new pink cast.
Roberto put in the final brushstroke. The painting seemed to breathe with life, it captured the love, pain and the healing that merged from it all. Roberto left on his crutches with possibly a new broken leg, Emily with her new pink cast protecting her broken wrist and I turned toward John and said.
"We need to talk"
Leaning tall and in control of my 2 long leg walking cast and crutches, smiling from ear to ear.
The end
K
Friday, July 28, 2023
Thursday, July 27, 2023
My affair part 10
I sat in our living room, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness about seeing Roberto's again and in the presence of John. I was wearing a summer dress, the fabric draping gently over my long leg casts. I was nervous and kept adjusting the crutches by my side, they were a reminder of so much my life had changed.
The casts were pristine and new, last time in full leg casts I was told yesterday. As I awaited Roberto's arrival, I couldn't help but wonder about the deeper meaning behind John's request to have our portrait painted by Roberto.
Roberto's arrival would serve one purpose at least for me, to put an end to this.
I walked on my crutches into the living room and sat down with my crutches on the floor beside me. I was filled with anticipation as Roberto's arrival drew near. John had surprised me once this week and I was in for another surprise, I could feel it.
With the news that he had hired Roberto, the man I had an affair with, I had to wonder if it was really a symbol that he had moved one? Or something else.
Our doorbell chimed, and my heart fluttered with anticipation. I was both excited and scared of what was coming up. I carefully leaned down to retrieve my crutches, struggled to stand and find my balance on my two long leg casts. John rushed to answer the door, his own anticipation evident in his eyes.
What was he planning or did he know something I didn't?
And there stood Roberto, his presence a breathtaking sight that sent a jolt of electricity through me. But to my surprise, he wasn't alone and he leaned on a pair of crutches, with a black cast on his lower right leg that he kept off the floor, no weight on it. Leaning on a pair of wooden crutches made him radiate even more than he did before. I'm not sure if the shared experience of navigating the world on crutches created an extra connection between us.
As Roberto entered our home smoothly on his crutches, his eyes didn't meet mine, his eyes went straight to my long leg casts and exposed toes. His gazes lingered for a moment longer than necessary on my two badly broken legs.
In that fleeting instant, I saw John smile at me, he was telling me in not so many words, "gotcha", the intrigue stirred something within me, did he have anything to do with Roberto's broken limb?
John, ever so perceptive, greeted Roberto with a warm and totally fake concern.
"I'm sorry to hear about your broken leg, Roberto. How did it happen?" He asked him with his hand resting on my shoulder, looking at his black cast and my 2 long casts. It was like John was telling me, see what happens when you cheat Charlize.
Roberto smiled, his blue eyes twinkling, his black cast sitting on top of his good foot while he squeezed his crutches,
"Ah, it was a clumsy misstep on a broken down sidewalk around my studio" he replied, while I was looking at his white sock at the end of the cast.
"Well, accidents happen so fast. I hope you're not in too much pain." John asked
Roberto's gaze shifted briefly to his leg cast before returning to meet John's eyes.
"It's nothing serious, just a temporary setback. But enough about me, let's focus on the reason I'm here to see Charlize again and the painting off course"
To my surprise, the young woman from the café with the broken arm, who had shared her own story, was his assistant. Her full arm cast had been replaced with a short wrist brace.
Roberto's eyes met mine, "Charlize, it's so nice to see you again, so sorry about your accident" he said, his voice filled with warmth.
"Thank you Roberto for agreeing to paint us."
Roberto introduced the young woman by his side as Emily, a talented artist in her own right. Her presence added a new dimension to the painting session. I knew of her obvious attraction to cast.
I observed Emily with intrigue while she didn't hide her interest in my broken legs. There was a quiet confidence about her, it felt like she had played in this story before, she knew the script.
There was a surprise that awaited me. John turned to Emily, with a tender smile, he leaned in and kissed her cheek while lightly squeezing the young woman's wrist brace, a gesture that revealed a connection between them that caught me totally off guard.
How did John and Emily know each other?
John, sensing my surprise, reached out to take my hand, his touch felt uncertain like I was discovering a whole new side of my husband.
"Charlize, Emily and I actually know each other from a few months back when I helped her after she fell and broke her arm. She...works in my company," he admitted.
"I was telling her about your accident, your poor broken legs and she suggested the painting and offered to introduce Roberto to me. I hope you don't mind."
I gazed into John's eyes, what? He hopes I don't mind?
Seriously wake me up this is an episode of The Twilight Zone, it can't be real. The young woman confirmed my dream when she kissed my husband on the lips, almost sending her tongue inside his mouth. The touch of their lips, however brief, held a hint of familiarity and intimacy that caught me off guard...Again.
Was I feeling jealous? I couldn't deny the attraction I felt toward Emily. She was a beautiful young woman, petite and sexy. It was not just physical beauty that drew me to her. We connected on a deeper level.
With a gentle grace, Roberto positioned himself on a nearby chair, making sure to rest his injured leg. Emily set up his easel, arranging the vibrant paints and brushes within easy reach. The room seemed to come alive. I was alive.
"Are we ready?" Roberto asked
"Not yet "I said, smiling at my husband and ex-lover.
My heart was pounding in my chest, without thinking, I reached down and grabbed my crutches, struggling to rise from the couch with my 2 long leg casts. I smiled and positioned the crutches firmly under my arms, relying on them again for dear life.
"What are you doing?" John asked
I ignored him, as I prepared to make my way towards Emily, I took a deep breath. I loved the sound caused by the weight of my two long leg casts, rubber heels scraping against the hardwood floor. It was a distinct sensation. With each cautious step, I swung my casts between the crutches with the sound of the rubber heels on the casts echoed in the room.
I was not graceful, but I moved closer to Emily. I felt like a crippled woman with 2 leg braces. My eyes were searching Emily's face for any sign of understanding. She smiled and cradled her broken arm that was in that short brace now.
As I finally reached Emily, a surge of emotions coursed through me. I could feel the wrist brace wrapping around me and heard a slight moan, maybe her arm was really broken. I slid my left cast between her legs, she squeezed her legs around it and against her vagina. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. The touch of her lips against mine sent ripples of electricity throughout my body.
I wanted her so bad and I wanted them to watch us.
Conclusion to come
K
Wednesday, July 26, 2023
Tuesday, July 25, 2023
My affair part 9
I could sense a change in the dynamic between us. It was as if my affair and broken legs had awakened a dormant desire within him. His eyes traced the curves of the casts, the contours of my sexy legs as I moved, sliding the cast and leaning on my crutches. I could feel his gaze on every step...
That was until he stood up, walked to me and kissed me, staring at me with an attractive view in his eyes. Was it my vulnerability or the sense of power that came with him helping me with my type of injuries? Whatever the reason, it was clear that my long walking casts had ignited a new level of passion within him.
I was slowly forgetting about Roberto and I grew more confident in my ability to navigate on my long leg walking casts and crutches. John kissed me again and walked behind me, I could feel his presence and his soft footsteps. I squeezed my crutches and turned my head slightly, glancing over my shoulder to meet his gaze.
His eyes were filled with warmth and love but there was also a hint of mischief dancing in his expression, as if he held a secret waiting to be revealed. He wrapped his arms around me, caressed my breasts and kissed my neck.
He leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine while he teased my hard nipples.
"I have a surprise for you Charlize," he murmured, his voice tinged with excitement. I tilted my head as I awaited his revelation.
"Roberto," he continued, while his hands moved from my breasts to my long casts.
"I've hired Roberto to paint our portrait, while you still have 2 sexy long casts" My eyes widened in surprise while I almost fell off my crutches and crashed to the floor, a mix of emotions flooded me.
The mention of Roberto's name, painting and cast stirred memories and a tangle of emotions within me. How he had bent down and put my cast over his shoulder then leaned between my legs and slowly licked me, his tongue going in and out. I was moaning out of control but then he pushed his long penis inside me. He pumped in and out of me faster and rougher. He was fucking his injured lover... I came, moaning even louder.
As the weight of John's words sank in and the memories came back it was clear that I had conflicting emotions. Part of me was anxious, uncertain of how I would handle being in such close proximity to Roberto again, naked and with both legs casted. But another part of her longed for closure, for a chance to reconcile the past and move forward.
Who I'm I kidding...
John's gentle touch on my arm brought me back to the present moment. He sensed what he felt was my inner turmoil but what I felt was the love and lust I felt being with Roberto
"I know this might be difficult for you, Charlize," he whispered softly. "But I believe it's an opportunity for you to really confirm to me that it's over between the 2 of you, for us to truly put the past behind us. I want us to move forward together."
I felt a surge of love, gratitude and understanding. I took a deep breath and met his gaze.
"Thank you, John," He smiled, his eyes sparkling with affection.
"We'll navigate this together, Charlize and no matter what happens, our love will remain strong." At that moment, standing on my crutches, I felt amazing and lucky. I was ready to face Roberto, to confront my past affair with strength and grace.
Later on that evening I stood before the mirror, adjusting my sexy black dress that draped over my broken legs, while I was leaning on my crutches. John's gaze was fixed on me, filled with pure love. I was so curious to understand what he found so captivating about me in this state.
He approached me, his warm hands gently enveloping mine. "Charlize," he began, his voice laced with sincerity, "you are absolutely breathtaking. There is a radiance about you that shines through, when you're on your crutches."
I tilted my head, genuinely intrigued by his words.
"But why, John? Don't you prefer to see my legs in pantyhose and heels?" I asked, eager to comprehend his perspective.
A smile played on his lips as he searched for the right words.
"Remember that scene from the movie "The Affair," with the lovely Natalie Wood?" he asked.
Memories of the movie flooded my mind, recalling her crippled legs with her crutches and I felt a weird sensation inside my cast, in my broken legs.
"Natalie Wood played a character on crutches, she was beautiful and graceful"
A mixture of surprise and vulnerability washed over me as I absorbed his words.
"You see that in me? Would you have preferred that I partly lost usage of my legs and be on crutches permanently instead of breaking both legs? " I questioned, a hint of uncertainty in my voice.
John nodded, his gaze unwavering, staring at me, at my long casts. "Yes, Charlize, I see it in you. The way you move with your crutches...you are so damn sexy. But now on your 2 long walking casts, each struggling step you take, you are so graceful in your own crippled way.
Emotion welled up inside me, and tears brimmed in my eyes. John's appreciation and acceptance showed me that he loved me for so much more than just my physical appearance that I was born with. I laid on our bed looking at him.
He smiled and moved his hands down my long cast. I was confused between my feelings of pure arousal of not feeling his hands caress my leg. His touch was light and gentle as he moved against my exposed toes, then to the foot portion of my hard cast. I slid my hand between my legs. He went up my broken legs to my breasts, caressing and teasing my erect nipples.
It was like a sensuous ritual. I pressed between my folds and brushed lightly at the entrance to my vagina.
I let out a moan of pleasure as he lingered for a few moments before again moving down my leg. Oh how I wanted him to make love to me.
"You are so beautiful, Charlize. Not despite your broken legs, but also because of them. They are a part of you. Recreational casts wouldn't have that effect on me or should I say your red cast didn't have that effect. Medical casts for broken legs, that I find immensely attractive on a beautiful woman like you."
"Please," I managed to say "please I will never walk again without crutches. Make love to me", I closed my eyes and let him please me.
I felt the end of his long penis against my vagina, the more he got in me the more I became vocal, it felt so good. Both my long casts were on his shoulders. John moved slightly to change the angle of his penis. This time he was making love to me slowly.
He was rubbing against my clitoris, I was wrapped around his hard penis. I slowly felt my orgasm building. He was rubbing my breasts as he pushed in and out faster. He started cumming into me at the same time I came.
Conclusion to come
K
Monday, July 24, 2023
Sunday, July 23, 2023
My affair part 8
With the assistance of John and a strong male nurse, I was delicately lifted from the hospital bed and gently placed into my wheelchair. The weight of my broken legs in full white leg casts rested heavily on the leg rests. As we navigated the corridors towards the hospital exit, I could feel the tight grip of the casts restricting my movements, reminding me of the fragility of my situation.
With careful coordination and support from John, we approached the car with cautious determination. My wheelchair stood beside the backseat, I positioned myself as close as possible to the edge of the wheelchair, ensuring my legs were safely elevated.
John stood behind me, his hands gently placed on my shoulders, providing stability and reassurance. Slowly, we began the intricate process of transferring from the wheelchair to the backseat. I shifted my weight onto my hands, using my upper body strength to lift myself off the wheelchair seat.
Supported by John's strong arms, I pivoted my broken body, carefully lowering myself into the backseat. The casts, extending from my thighs to my toes, required careful navigation to ensure they didn't get caught or hinder the transfer. I could feel John stare at my long casts, they followed the contour of both of my long legs to perfection.
John's eyes met mine in the rear view mirror, filled with concern.
"You look beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with affection. "We'll get through this together, Charlize. I'm here with you and for you."
As we arrived home, John assisted me once again, carefully guiding me out of the car. With each step, the weight of the casts reminded me of my new reality, happy to be in the familiarity and warmth of our home.
Each day, I relied on my wheelchair, unable to put any weight on the casts. But with John by my side, I found the courage to gradually transition from the confines of the wheelchair to the support of crutches and standing on my long walking casts.
It started with small steps, quite literally. I wheeled myself in our exercise room and closed the door behind me but John noticed right away.
"Let me help you at least the first time." he said smiling, he knew how proud I was. The independent woman in me wanted to do it by myself.
He gently handed me my crutches, and I took them in my hands, feeling their familiar weight. I gathered the strength to lift myself up, relying on my crutches and John for balance. He stood behind me, his hands around me. It was the first time he was touching me since my affair.
Dressed for the day ahead, I wore a pair of comfortable shorts that were easy to slide up my casts and an old Rolling Stones t-shirt with no bra. Despite the challenges I faced, I wanted to be defiant against the constraints from my broken legs and also from my affair that they both imposed on me and John.
With my crutches securely under my arms, steadying myself on my walking cast, John behind me, I took a first step and lost my damn balance, falling backward into his arms.
"Shit"
"Take your time." he said and he kissed my neck from behind me and then helped me regain my balance. I realized that my ass was leaning against the front of his pants, I could feel the reaction right away.
"Thank you for catching me." I said with a smile letting my ass rub against his penis getting harder.
"John, do you like your crippled little wife? Does my situation turn you on? Or is it my long leg cast?"
He didn't answer, action spoke louder than word, he unzipped my shorts and dropped them down along my broken legs. I stood on my crutches in silk panties. He pulled me against him then one of his hands cupped my large breast, caressing it. His other hand descended to my panties and disappeared into them.
"Oh god John" I moaned, squeezing my crutches while he was teasing my vagina. He was rubbing me vigorously.
"Yes I do find you so attractive, partly crippled Charlize. You were punished for your affair, you were broken to teach you a lesson"
I turned my head to see if he was joking. I looked directly into his eyes as he slowly inserted a finger inside me, against my clitoris, in and out.
"Oh John" I moaned so turned on, "I was in so much pain breaking both of my legs." I said while my orgasm was building inside me.
John smiled and kissed me, our tongues hungry and having both legs in long leg cast and needing my crutches for dear life felt like bongage, I was so aroused.
"When you were at the bottom of the stairs, twisted, I wondered how sexy you would have been crawling to me, sliding along your sexy long broken legs." He said walking away from me, leaving me standing, unable to sit, barely able to walk.
"John don't do that, hold on to me please I don't want to fall and break something else" He sat on the workbench about 10 feet from me, undid his pants and reached in pulling out his long penis.
"Come to me, you owe me that"
I was so wet, I prepared to move forward. With my weight distributed between my crutches and my walking casts, I began to slide my partly crippled legs forward. It was a delicate sensual dance while staring at John rubbing himself..
I felt some pain running up my broken leg so I shifted more of my weight onto the crutches. my grip on the handles were firm. With each push, I propelled my long casts forward, the rubber heels of my walking casts gliding across the hardwood floor with a slight scraping sound. I could hear the gentle creaking of the walking casts, the soft thud of the crutches tips on the floor.
John watched me with pure lust and love, his eyes locked on my broken legs while rubbing himself even harder. He was longer if that was even possible. He was staring up and down the length of my casts, as if captivated by their presence.
I could sense a change in the dynamic between us. It was as if my affair and broken legs had awakened a dormant desire within him. His eyes traced the curves of the casts, the contours of my sexy legs as I moved. I could feel his gaze on every step...
That was until he stood up, walked to me and...
Part 9 to come
K
Saturday, July 22, 2023
Friday, July 21, 2023
My affair part 7
About 2 weeks later, one afternoon, as I sat at the kitchen table, my cast on a spare chair and crutches against the wall I was lost in my thoughts, John entered the room and he was concerned. His eyes scan my face, searching for answers to the questions he hadn't yet voiced.
"Charlize, something has been off lately. I can sense it and I'm not talking about your poor ankle that you broke" he said.
"Is there something you're not telling me?"
My heart skipped a beat, and I struggled to find the words.
"John, there's something I need to tell you,"I began, my voice trembling.
"I've been seeing someone else. It's been going on for some time now but it's over" His eyes widened, a mixture of shock and disbelief.
"Charlize, how could you?"
Tears well up in my eyes as I try to find the right words, "I never meant for this to happen. It was a moment of weakness, a longing for something I thought was missing. I've found myself entangled and felt I could no longer escape."
Silence settles between us, the weight of the truth hanging heavy in the room. I reached for my crutches, for their familiar support. Slowly, I began the descent down the staircase, each step a calculated move. The words of the young woman with the broken arm echoed like a warning at this moment in time in my life.
"One word of advice Charlize be very careful what you wish for"
As if the world had conspired against me for cheating on my husband, my illusion of control shattered. In a cruel twist of fate, my left crutch lost its footing. Time seemed to slow down, every second feeling like 5. My loud screams were drowned out by the bone-chilling sound of my legs breaking, haunting sounds like nothing I had ever heard before.
As if caught in Karine nightmarish gymnastics dismount, my body spiralled down the narrow stairs, limbs bent and twisted in unnatural angles. The pain, sharp and unrelenting, tore through me with an intensity I had never known.
I was delivered a harsh lesson.
The descent felt interminable, and as I crashed to the ground, incredible pain surged through my shattered legs, I knew that life as I knew it had forever changed.
John's eyes widened with horror as he rushed to my side.
"Charlize! Don't move, I need to call for an ambulance right away!"
"Oh god John my legs" I couldn't move.
As the sound of sirens grew louder, the ambulance arrived with a sense of urgency. My leg cast was broken in 2 places with the foot portion bent inward, The paramedics swiftly assessed the situation, their trained eyes scanning my leg cast and "healthy" long leg.
One paramedic gently supported my head and neck and put on a neck brace, while assessing my level of pain. "1 to 10 Miss", 13 I said. Meanwhile, the other paramedic carefully examined my legs to determine the extent of the damage. Their touch was gentle, yet firm, as they worked to gather crucial information.
Once they had gathered the necessary information, the paramedics began the process of splinting my probable broken legs. They carefully immobilized each leg, using padded splints to provide support and stability.
Throughout the process, the paramedics offered reassurance they could tell I was scared.
With my legs properly splinted, they lifted me onto a stretcher with utmost care. It was a small comfort amidst the chaos and pain.
X-Rays and examinations at the hospital revealed the devastating truth that both my legs were broken, fractures spreading across my tibia, fibula, and femur. After the long surgery I realized the intensity of the damage when I woke up in a sterile hospital room and found myself confined to a traction bed, my legs immobilized as the doctors worked diligently to stabilize the fractures.
Let me tell you something, even in my wildest dreams I had never seen something like this. Each of my broken legs were attached to an intricate network of pins and screws, piercing through my flesh and securing me to the traction device that truly emphasized the severity of my condition. The cold sensation of the pins piercing through my skin sent shivers down my spine, a constant reminder of the intricate mechanics holding both my legs together.
The once sexy red cast that had symbolized my affair, desire and pleasure had transformed into a prison of excruciating pain.
But like anything I faced in life I was going to make the best of the situation. Days turned into weeks, and the traction eventually gave way to two very long full leg casts. Eight long weeks loomed ahead wheelchair bound.
Alone in the hospital room, as I lay there, staring at the long white casts, I couldn't help but question the choices I had made. Maybe in a way the pain from my broken legs mirrored the emotional pain I had inflicted on John. I knew the road ahead would be challenging for both of us but John's support was amazing.
"I never expected this, Charlize," John said, his voice filled with sadness..
"But I still love you, and you need me more than ever with 2 broken legs. I want to rebuild what we've lost."
I reached out and grabbed his hand.
"John, I'm so sorry for the pain I've caused. I want nothing more than to heal and rebuild your trust brick by brick."
We sat in silence, the weight of our words hanging heavy in the air. The journey ahead was uncertain, but we were committed. Some would say I have no choices with 2 broken legs.
Tomorrow was going to be the start of a new chapter in our marriage. Little did I know that John had a special attraction to see me in a wheelchair with both legs casted and was it the end of my relationship with Roberto?
Part 8 to come
K
Thursday, July 20, 2023
Wednesday, July 19, 2023
My affair part 6
My affair part 6 audio intro
In the days that followed, I grew more at ease with my crutches and cast and I was finding a delicate balance between my secret life with Roberto and my family life. I loved both roles of a loving mother and devoted wife, as well as the fun, sensual, and injured woman who needed something forbidden.
One day on my crutches wearing a lovely summer dress that hugged my firm ass and ended where my cast started, I couldn't help but feel sexy. Every time somebody stared or commented about my red cast on my leg it became a symbol of my hidden desires, a visible reminder of the thrilling secret I held.
As I made my way towards Roberto, I could see the desire in his eyes.
"You look absolutely stunning," he whispered as he kissed me.
"Thank you"
"That summer dress and your crutches... it's incredibly sexy." he said, pulling me closer to him and kissing me.
As we arrived at Roberto's studio, excitement coursed through me. The loft, where his bedroom was situated, seemed so far away, reachable only by a flight of twelve stairs.
"You want me to carry you to my bedroom?"
"No I'm good" I knew that physically I was strong enough for the 12 steps, each step would present an opportunity to show off.
With every deliberate movement of my ass, strong leg and my crutches against the metal stairs, the ascension to his bedroom became more sensual. Roberto's eyes followed me, his gaze filled with adoration and sexual attraction. The intensity of his stare, fixated on my strong leg and the curve of my backside, ignited a fire between my legs.
"You're such a tease Charlize," Roberto whispered with desire. I took another step.
"You know that you look even more beautiful being in a leg cast, I can't resist you and I don't think I can be without you."
His words, laced with tenderness also shocked me and surpassed what I saw for our affair longtime. Step by step my sexual appetite for Roberto increased and so did my concern. My heart was pounding with each movement.
Finally at the top of the stairs I turned to face Roberto, a radiant smile on my lips. The forbidden affair was now tenderness and romance. Roberto's eyes, filled with devotion, locked onto mine. His words, soft and filled with love, caressed my ears.
"I want to make love to you" He picked me up and carried me to his bed.
I felt desired, wanted, and alive in a different way that I had never experienced before. He took my broken ankle in his hands, his lips kissing and licking my exposed toes. He traced the contours of my red cast, his touch gentle. With each caress, he explored every inch of my long leg, his fingers dancing along my skin, leaving a trail of forbidden passion in their wake.
He cupped my breasts with no urgency just enjoying their size and shape, his touch igniting a storm of desire within me. It was an electric moment, filled with both pleasure and a sense of danger. I knew that what we were doing was wrong on so many levels, yet the excitement of this forbidden affair was undeniable.
He pushed up my summer dress, rubbing my tight ass until I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him close for a kiss. He moved back and pulled my dress over my head. I was wearing a red thong matching my cast and no bra. He stared at my large breasts and licked his lips like a kid in a candy store while he looked me up and down.
"You are so beautiful. Wow, I want to make you mine!" he said it, and I heard it...make me his...
I touched his erected penis inside his jeans with my red cast, rubbing it ever slowly with the hard cast and my exposed toes, while my hands went between my legs, my fingers wet in a second moved up and I rubbed my breasts and nipples smiling at him.
"Jesus," He said, removing his jeans and t-shirt. He was so big, long and beautiful.
He then bent down, put my cast over his shoulder and leaned between my legs and slowly licked me, his tongue going in and out. I couldn't resist a quiet moan. I enjoyed this since I wasn't sure if we would ever do it again.
It was like if he read my mind without any tenderness he pushed his long penis inside me, I moaned again. Because of his size I felt so tight and I was so wet that I almost came right away. I wanted to control it but images of John and my family crossed my mind.
He started to pump in and out of me faster and rougher. He was no longer making love to his injured lover but just fucking me and yet I was moaning so loud, totally out of control. He grabbed me by the hair, pounding into me, in and out as fast as he could.
In what felt like seconds I came, moaning even louder.
No doubt not the best lovemaking of my life but the best sex. I could feel threads of my secret affair ripping apart. The consequences of his words "I want to make you mine" loomed, ready to disrupt the fragile balance I had fought so hard to preserve.
"Are you OK Charlize?" I heard Roberto asked me but I was in a daze.
"I need to go home" I said, getting dressed, grabbing my crutches and walking towards the stairs to go down.
As I carefully descended the stairs on my crutches, the weight of my casted ankle added a slight challenge to my balance. At some point my red cast caught the light and shined. The intimate sexual moments we had shared had stirred a storm of emotions, leaving me craving for more and ending the affairs at the same time.
I knew it was time to bid Roberto farewell.
I stepped out of the studio and found the familiar sight of the female Uber driver waiting for me. Her warm smile greeted me as I approached, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence. With a graceful motion, she opened the door for me, ensuring I could ease myself into the backseat of her car.
"Welcome back, Charlize. How was your visit? And how's the broken ankle?" she asked.
I smiled at her, "The broken ankle is better and...It was... The sex was very intense and the orgasm even better"
"But I have to return to my reality now, back home, back on two legs soon."
She smiled back and said. "Once I was torn between 2 different worlds, my worlds were the perfect little college student and the wheelchair/ cripple pretender."
Her words sent shivers down my spine.
Part 7 to come
K
Tuesday, July 18, 2023
Monday, July 17, 2023
My affair part 5
I was so nervous having to navigate the next 6 weeks on my crutches in this lovely cast. The simple act of getting into the awaiting Uber car was a new experience. With my crutches under my arms, I approached the vehicle and struggled to find the balance needed to make the transition. I didn't want to stand on the cast since I was in my persona of the injured woman with a recent broken ankle.
The Uber driver, with empathy in her eyes, stepped out of the car and offered her support. She took my crutches and helped me lean against her, providing stability. After I settled into the backseat of the car, the friendly female driver turned her gaze towards me through the rear view mirror, her curiosity evident in her eyes.
"Hi there, may I ask how you injured your leg?" she inquired gently, her voice filled with genuine concern.
I took a deep breath, contemplating how much to reveal to a stranger. But her kind demeanour encouraged me to share a version of my story.
I smiled, "I actually broke my ankle yesterday while wearing 4 inch stilettos. Somebody bumped into me and I rolled my ankle. It was quite the unexpected turn of events and as you can see it's my first cast and first time on crutches."
As the Uber car came to a stop in front of my house, I knew my husband would be in his office. But first I needed to get out of the car, again the beautiful female driver, noticed my hesitation, turned towards me with a warm smile.
"Take your time, Charlize. I'll be right here to help you," she said, her voice filled with genuine kindness.
I nodded and gingerly swung my good leg followed by my leg cast out of the car and attempted to push myself up from the seat. The pain in my sprained ankle was almost non existent but I still wince as part of my persona.
"Careful now not to put any weight on your freshly broken ankle," she cautioned, reaching out a supportive hand to steady me. Together, we slowly made our way out of the car.
"Thank you so much for your help," I expressed sincerely.
I watched as she drove away, leaving me to face the toughest challenge. As I hobbled towards my front door, my crutches supporting my weight and my red cast protecting my ankle, apprehension coursed through me. I had returned home and I was about to lie to my family, explaining about my non-existent broken ankle and a web of deceit that could consume me. On the other side I was about to think of the pleasure I felt unable to move my foot and ankle when the front door opened.
"Oh my god Charlize!"
John's concerned eyes met mine as he opened the door, his gaze shifting from my eyes to my cast. Without another word, he rushed to my side, offering his support keeping the door wide open. With my knee bent keeping my weight off my cast, I slowly made my way towards the living room on my crutches.
"What happened to your leg?" John asked, concerned as he helped me settle onto the couch. I took a deep breath, summoning the strength to play my persona.
"It happened during the softball game, I made a wrong move, lost my balance, and landed awkwardly. The doctors said it's a fractured ankle, and I'll be in this cast and on crutches for about six weeks."
John's brows furrowed, "Why didn't you call me? I would have rushed to the hospital with you."
I felt guilty, "I didn't want to worry you. It happened so suddenly, and I thought it was just a sprain at first, but the x-rays revealed the fracture." My persona was beginning to strain, threatening to unravel at any moment. I needed a distraction,
"John, I hate to ask, but with my broken ankle, I can't take a proper shower. Do you think you could help me with a sponge bath?"
His eyes widened with love, "Of course, Charlize. I'm here for you. Let's go to the bathroom."
He helped me stand and gave me my crutches and we made our way to the bathroom. He prepared warm water and gathered all the necessary supplies. I was so nervous. John nodded my nervousness and approached me gently. With a tenderness that only a caring husband could possess, he helped me remove my t-shirt, with a delicate touch his hand caressed my breasts, his thumbs mindful of my fully erected nipples that needed attention.
Despite the complexities of my situation and of my persona, my love for John remained intact. Next came the shorts that clung to my long leg, the fabric navigating its way cautiously along the cast. John's touch was careful and gentle. I was so turned on that I'm sure he could tell.
I glanced at him "Thank you, John. I appreciate your help"
He smiled softly, leaned over and kissed me, his eyes filled with love. "Charlize, you don't have to thank me"
He started with my hair. It felt like everything was sensual. Soapy water was running down his strong arms. He rinsed and washed my face, my neck slowly. I could tell he was aroused by washing my naked body. I slid my hand along the front of his pants, his erection was complete, long and hard. I rubbed it ever so slowly, torturing him until he closed his eyes. I stopped.
He washed up my arms to my shoulders and then rinsed. But it was when he turned his attention to my legs that I couldn't help but wonder how he felt. John had always been a leg man, admiring the length and grace of my limbs. Now, with one leg in a cast, I wondered if his appreciation would be altered.
As the warm water cascaded over my body, I watched intently as John's hands descended upon my healthy leg. His fingers moved with purpose, gliding over my toes, rubbing the muscles of my calf, and moving higher along my thigh. The sensations sent shivers of delight through my body, he explored every contour of my god leg.
Then, he shifted his focus to my injured leg. Starting at my exposed toes at the end of my cast, he tenderly washed them. His touch lingered and I loved it. Moving upward, he methodically cleaned my knee, his hands tracing the edges of the cast with a gentleness that took away all my concerns..
As his hands ascended further, I couldn't help but feel a rush of desire. This beautiful leg cast was now a part of me, part of us. I was staring at him, my beautiful husband, he smiled and rubbed between my legs, I moaned totally out of control. I spread my leg even more, inviting him for more. 2 fingers slid inside me, in and out rubbing against my clitoris. I was moaning so loud, my orgasm building up so fast.
To my surprise...
John's strong arms encircled me, lifting me out of the bathtub, careful not to bang my broken ankle and he placed me on the vanity counter. Our eyes locked and I freed his penis from his pants. In an instant, our lips met and he pushed deep inside me. We were both so ready. He made love to me, sliding in and out of his broken wife until we both exploded.
As John helped me get dressed, his gentle hands navigating the fabric around my cast, I felt a renewed sense of hope. The weight of my secrets, the allure of the forbidden love affair, were no match for the love that bound us together.
But...
I had to wonder while John slid a long sock over my cast to keep my exposed toes warm if the intoxicating connection I have with Roberto would cloud my judgement again.
Part 6 to come
Sunday, July 16, 2023
Saturday, July 15, 2023
My affair part 4
"Charlize, you've come to the right place," he leaned in and planted a soft, unexpected kiss on my lips. I didn't see it coming, but the electricity that surged through me intensifying the desires that had brought us together.
I offered my leg, my heart pounding with anticipation. Roberto's hands moved with precision and care as he carefully began the casting process, each touch strengthening the connection between us
He began by gently wrapping a soft layer of padding around my leg, creating a comforting shield against the firmness that would follow. With a steady hand Roberto proceeded to apply the vibrant red fibreglass casting tape, layer after layer, carefully placing my leg in a cast.
As the cast slowly took shape, a whirlwind of emotions stirred within me. I couldn't help but be captivated by Roberto's skilful hands, sculpting the cast with meticulous care to ensure a perfect fit, allowing it to trace the contours of my lower leg flawlessly. Our eyes met, and in that moment, I saw him as an artist, effortlessly moulding and shaping the material, accompanied by the soothing melodies of Alexandra Stréliski's latest album, Néo-Romance, playing softly in the background.
How did he know she was my favourite piano player?
Once the casting was complete, he helped me to my right foot. I was feeling the weight of the cast against my lower leg. Roberto placed a pair of crutches beside me, their presence a reminder that there was no going back. I grabbed the crutches and positioned them under my arms.
With Roberto by my side, I took my first tentative steps on my crutches, the casted leg bent behind me and suspended in mid-air. I navigated the space around me, aware of the curious glances and unspoken questions that my new condition would arise. The world, family and public became a stage to act on, and I'm the new persona in this forbidden play.
"I think I deserve a coffee with a beautiful lady casted and on crutches" he said
I smiled and made my way to Roberto slowly on my crutches. I leaned forward and kissed him, he smiled and kissed me back.
"Let's go to the café" I said.
But he put his arms around me and pulled me closer to him and went deeper into our kiss. My cast was against his leg and it became passionate as I slipped my tongue between his lips. I leaned against him and felt his penis get so hard against my thigh and I smiled, knowing where he would like this to lead.
"Not now, not today" I moaned into his mouth trying to regain control.
Together, Roberto and I ventured out towards the café with the lovely noise of my crutches against the pavement bringing all the attention towards us. I was so turned on by the casting process and the clandestine affair, that I was surprised when a sense of guilt began to gnaw at the edges of my conscience. The weight of betraying John and the vows we had made threatened to suffocate me. I was torn between my pleasure of being on crutches and wearing a cast, my attraction towards Roberto and the love I still held for my husband.
As I entered the busy café, the reality of my journey hit me in the face negotiating on my crutches and cast to a table. Quickly with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle hum of conversation I felt at ease.
We found an empty table in the corner, where I carefully settled myself into a chair, Roberto lifting my "broken leg" on a spare chair to keep my freshly fractured ankle elevated and positioning my crutches within reach. It just felt so real that I started fantasizing about Roberto making love to me.
A curious glance from the young woman with the broken arm I saw yesterday, she looked at my cast. Roberto smiled at me sensing my unease, he leaned in and spoke softly,
"You're doing great, Charlize. Remember, this is just another part of your persona. Enjoy it"
I allowed myself to relax, knowing that I was in the presence of someone who saw me yesterday, healthy and on 2 legs, when she came to us. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on my leg cast.
"May I...?" she began, her voice trailing off as she removed her broken arm from her sling and gestured towards my cast with her own broken arm.
I nodded, granting her permission. The touch of her exposed fingers at the end of her arm cast on my cast sent a surge of erotic pleasure coursed through my body. She traced the contours of the cast gently with her fingers while her cast rubbed against mine creating an OSMR sound making me want to slide that long arm cast between my legs so bad but her curiosity saved me as she asked,
"How did you break your ankle Charlize?"
I took a deep breath, how did she know my name?
"Yesterday, I had a misstep while wearing 4 inch heels and felt a sharp pain in my ankle. Initially, I thought it was just a sprain, but this morning a trip to the hospital and the X-rays revealed that it was actually broken."
She listened intently, her eyes showing sympathy while licking her lips.
"That must have been quite a shock," she remarked softly.
I nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
"It definitely caught me off guard, but the Xrays don't lie. At the very least It's a clean break. After 6 weeks on crutches I will be walking again. It's challenging since it's my first break ever, but it's life."
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned in closer to whisper in my ear. She intentionally let her arm cast rub against my breasts lightly, then her thumb pressed against my nipples. My nipples were fully erect.
"You are a very bad liar but so beautiful in your cast. One word of advise Charlize be very careful what you wish for" she moaned
For the next 30 minutes we chatted about living with an injured limb. From the physical challenges but also the psychological and emotional aspects of living with an injury. She was a psychology major at the local university.
Throughout our conversation, Roberto offered support and insight when needed. Later when leaving Roberto I had a better understanding of my desires, a better understanding of my affair since, let's call a cat a cat even if he applied a recreational cast on my leg, it was still an affair.
The complexities of this newfound persona would need to face the task of explaining to John why my leg is in this red cast and why I would be relying on crutches for the next six weeks. The prospect of that conversation, my sexual attraction towards Roberto and understanding of who I was becoming lay ahead of me.
One phrase echoed in my mind "Charlize be very careful what you wish for".
Part 5 to come
Friday, July 14, 2023
My affair part 4 small intro.
Small audio intro to part 4. The full part 4 will be available Saturday morning.
K
Thursday, July 13, 2023
My affair part 3
"I never thought about recreational cast," I admitted, a smile playing on my lips.
"It sounds exciting. Do you have any suggestions on how to get started?"
Roberto's eyes sparkled with a mix of enthusiasm and reassurance as he responded,
"Don't worry, I can take care of everything for you. I'll make sure to get all the necessary materials and handle the casting process myself. You won't have to worry about anything."
I listened intently as Roberto explained the process of recreational casting. Intrigued by his passion, I couldn't help but wonder about his motivations. Why an interest in such a strange fetish.
"It's fascinating to hear about recreational casting," I said, crossing my long legs and rubbing my injured ankle slowly, watching his reaction. Some would say teasing him.
"But I'm curious, Roberto, what do you get out of it?"
Roberto's expression shifted slightly, his eyes revealing a mix of excitement and pure lust.
"Well, Charlize, it's true that I use unconventional processes to please some of my sexual desires and I love to challenge societal norms. Recreational casting, for me, goes beyond just creating beautiful and useful casts. When applying a leg cast on a sexy woman like yourself, there is a power dynamic between the caster and the one being cast."
Oh my, I was so curious now, I removed my high heel shoe from my injured foot. I was rubbing my ankle, foot and toes. He could't stop staring at my leg and ankle.
"Could you elaborate on that?"
Roberto took a deep breath, staring at my small foot, toes and my long fingers.
"You see, there is a certain sexy vulnerability that comes with wearing a non weight bearing leg cast and using crutches for a few weeks. It opens up a space for trust and intimacy. By applying the cast and providing the support you need for your slightly injured ankle, I find a sense of connection and let's be honest sexual attraction. It's a delicate balance between the casting artist and the married and injured model." He said staring at my wedding right.
I absorbed his words, squeezing my legs together when he leaned over and grabbed my high heel shoe, caressing the smooth leather and the stiletto heel.
He then grabbed my food in his hands, rubbing my sprained ankle, sliding his hands from my ankle to my calf muscles. I just stared into his eyes while spreading my legs open. I looked around when his fingers reached my vagina rubbing against my panties. I moaned quietly.
"Not here, not in public" I said
But I was so turned on by him, by his honesty, by the idea of being casted, by the physical limitation with emotional, psychological and sexual attraction.
"I, I understand," I finally responded, my voice filled with sexual need to be so much more than only touched between the legs.
Roberto smiled. "Thank you for being open, Charlize." his fingers slid beside my panties and entered inside my vagina, the air seemed to disappear in the room, I couldnt breath staring at his lips and mouth.
"Oh my god..." I moaned
I was intrigued by the audacity of his moves, of his desires while feeling his fingers inside me, curling against my clitoris. I closed my eyes.
"Imagine Charlize, your sexy long and strong leg in a vivid red cast and navigating your world with crutches. No pain at all, but rather pure pleasure and some vulnerability. Remembering this very moment when you came for the first time in public"
I couldn't stop it anymore, my body shook from the orgasm that rocked my world while I pushed his fingers between my legs even harder and deeper inside.
After our enlightening conversation, we reached a mutual understanding that Roberto wouldn't apply the recreational cast on my leg that day. We both recognized the importance of taking time to consider such a decision, especially since wearing the cast would mean committing to it for several weeks. I would need to make up a story.
As the realization settled in, I couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards Roberto. Our encounter had opened a door to a world of possibilities, one where vulnerability, trust, and unconventional expressions of lust. The idea of making a story for wearing a recreational cast was so much more than just a physical experience, a journey towards understanding my own desires and my boundaries.
Leaving the bustling café, I found myself in a daze, limping on the sidewalk with my injured ankle throbbing more and more. The encounter with Roberto had left me in a state of disarray, my panties still damp from what we shared. I was torn between the comfort of my marriage and this newfound sexual connection. The ache in my ankle mirrored the connection.
The sensations between my legs served as a constant reminder of the passion I felt. It exhilarated and terrified me at the same time. I knew that choosing to pursue this path with Roberto would come at a price but the attraction was undeniable, stirring a desire that had long been suppressed.
Taking time to sleep on it would assist me in reaching the right decision. At the very least a clearer perspective I hoped.
I was half right about that.
The next morning I dressed in joggers, shorts, and a t-shirt, I told my husband I was going to a softball game with friends. But instead, I found myself standing outside Roberto's discreet art studio, anticipation surging through my veins. With every step I took, the weight of secrecy and desire grew heavier in the air.
As I entered the studio, my eyes were immediately drawn to his paintings adorning the walls. Each piece skilfully showcased the intricate interplay between strength and vulnerability, a testament to Roberto Robinson's artistic approach.
I was so excited as I approached the casting table, fully aware that accepting to be casted would mean so much more than the physical cast. Roberto's fingers were holding crutches, my crutches, as if caressing the smooth surface. I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to speak.
"Roberto, I've been thinking about this," I confessed, my voice quivering with anticipation, ready to step back and go home.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with desire.
"First tell me, Charlize. What is it that you seek?" he inquired, his voice laced with a hint of excitement.
My heart raced out of control.
"I wanted to explore my boundaries," I replied, past tense despite what my body was telling me.
A knowing smile played on Roberto's lips as he gently took hold of my hand.
"Charlize, you've come to the right place," he said and he kissed me.
Part 4 to come
K