As I made my way back home, the memories of the evening played in my mind. Once Inside my condo unit, I closed the door behind me, standing on my crutches I leaned my back against the door, loving my quiet space after that kind of night. The room was dimly lit and I took a deep breath.
Crystal was waiting for me, sitting on a sofa, her eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation. As I settled beside her, she grabbed my broken leg and put the cast on her lap. She leaned forward, her voice laced with intrigue.
"Isabelle, tell me how did it go with the detective?"
I smiled as I began to recount our exchange, the subtle glances, and the unspoken sexual tension that hung heavy in the air. I detailed our verbal exchanges, the way his eyes looked at me with a mixture of attraction and suspicion, and the sexual pull that brought us together.
"To be honest I think he is captivated by the persona, Maybe not so much by Isabelle" I revealed, my voice a bit sad in a way.
Crystal leaned in closer,kissing my lips, her eyes widening with interest.
"And did you uncover if he will pursue the case as a murder or self defence and put an end to this stupid case?"
I sighed, the weight of the investigation settling upon my shoulders. She was helping to remove some of the pressure I felt by rubbing my exposed toes and cast.
"Not yet, my dear friend," I admitted, frustrated.
"But the night was filled with glimpses, subtle hints that the detective fetish life might hold secrets, and it is those secrets that I must uncover."
As the words hung in the air.
Crystal looked into my eyes, her unwavering support so dominant. I could see so much more in her eyes. I kissed her, she wrapped her arms around me pulling me closer. Our tongues touched our open lips. I slowly moved my broken leg and pulled her down with me. The intensity of our kiss turned me on so quickly.
"Is it tomorrow that you re-act that dam movie "I moaned
"Let's not talk about that now"
She pulled herself on top of my red cast, while rubbing my breasts and nipples she started to grind herself against my broken leg. In a slow movement, rotating her hips, her vagina dripping on my cast, we began to breathe deeply, moaning.
That sound she made against my broken leg was unique.
She pulled down my dress, I kissed her neck, she had my breasts fully exposed to her lips and tongue. I saw pure love and lust in her eyes as she looked at my round breasts. We began kissing again. I was on fire, I felt her arms tighten around me. I hadn't felt this turned on since breaking my leg.
She was shaking against my cast, I wrapped my arms around her and found the clasp of her bra. I released it and cupped her firm breasts in my hands. She responded by humping my broken leg harder. I rubbed my thumbs over her hard nipples, they were pink and fully erect.
I slid my finger in and out of her, faster and faster. The combination of my finger and hard cast made her moan even louder, her face expressing the intense pleasure she felt.
"Don't stop." she begged on the edge. She felt the long pulsing orgasm as she tipped over the edge.
The following morning, I approached Crystal once more, imploring her to rethink her decision to act on the dangerous fetish. Crystal's fascination with this particular fetish was something I had struggled to understand from the very beginning. The risks involved were far too significant to overlook. Yes she could break bones, even lose a limb but also be paralyzed or worse.
On one hand, I had learned over the last few weeks to admire the interest in cast and crutches related fetishes. But on the other hand, my fears for her safety and the potential consequences conflicted within me.
I made the daring decision to take on the role of a passenger in the second car, despite being confined to the back seat due to my long leg cast. I mentally tried to prepare myself for the potential consequences that lay ahead.
The intensity grew with a few near-misses on this quiet country road. I braced myself, holding my breath, knowing that even the slightest miscalculation could have serious consequences. This time the collision sent shock waves through the vehicle. I realized right away how intense the impact was when the cast on my leg rattled within the confines of the back seat.
In contrast, she completely lost control of her sports car, causing it to flip multiple times before finally landing on its side.
"Oh my god, noooo!" I yelled as I swiftly opened the back door, grabbed my crutches, and hurriedly reached Crystal.
Crystal lay there, her left leg twisted and trapped inside the car, her tight skirt pulled up. I approached her, abandoning my crutches and sinking onto the grass beside her. Thankfully, she was still conscious and moving.
"Don't move Crystal,"
"You think I did it Isabelle?"
Part 9 to come
K
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