Saturday, September 30, 2023
Sexy Bone Specialist part 6
Here came Alexandra, confidently navigating the restaurant on her crutches like a pro. Henry turned to see who I was smiling to and her presence was a captivating sight for him. Her bandage dress elegantly showcasing her leg cast, her leg that I broke for her.
Alexandra closed the distance between us, her eyes locking onto mine. Without hesitation, she leaned in from her crutches, her lips meeting mine in a tender yet passionate kiss. Henry couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of two intelligent, beautiful, and strong women sharing a moment of intimacy.
She spotted an empty chair and began lowering herself into the chair. Her good leg bore the weight, while her broken leg remained suspended, its beautiful cast protected from any pressure. She maintained her balance making sure not to put any weight on her cast.
The three of us began to discuss the unique services that were offered on the internet that brought clients like Alexandra. Henry's questions were thoughtful, and he displayed genuine curiosity as he probed deeper into the psychological aspects of Vivian's practice. He was clearly fishing to see if I was the one offering the special services
I couldn't help but be captivated by Alexandra's presence, her beauty and her grace at such a young age. But her perfect cast, beneath her dress, drew all my attention. Henry seemed absorbed by both sights. His gaze flickering between Alexandra's long cast and the stump I knew he had noticed on me earlier.
With a genuine curiosity and lust in his eyes, Henry began to ask Alexandra about her broken leg, and I couldn't help but wonder if he knew that I had broken Alexandra's leg or he was just playing a game but what game? She was a thoughtful client and she maintained a subtle hesitation in her smile and responses to his inquiries.
"Well, it's fair to say that it's been an interesting journey, Henry, to say the least," she said, her eyes briefly meeting mine. At that moment, I sensed her concern that she knew she shouldn't reveal too much about her injury, possibly to protect the discrete nature of the services I provided.
As Henry continued to inquire, his questions became more detailed but Alexandra answered up to the challenge. "Oh wow, you broke both your tibia and fibula. That's why you have a full leg cast, I guess, I can imagine it must be very uncomfortable?"
Alexandra smiled and said. "It is heavy and, to be honest, I can't wait to get it off. But it's all part of the healing process." She lied since I knew how much she wanted that broken leg and cast.
Then, in a subtle but deliberate move, Alexandra shifted in her chair, adjusting her cast and moaned ever so slightly. Her broken leg moved, and I watched as her cast lightly brushed against Henry's leg. It was a moment of delicate intimacy, a gesture that hinted at more than met the eye, leaving us all entangled in an unspoken connection that extended beyond our words.
It was my turn to shift on my own chair and I moved my stump while I observed Henry's reaction to Alexandra's subtle yet deliberate move, his reaction was immediate. His eyes widened ever so slightly, he was surprised, curious and sexually turned on by the younger woman.
Henry's gaze, initially fixated on Alexandra's cast, had now shifted upward to her firm young breasts and face, his eyes subtly tracing a path along her body. There was a trace of amazement, as if he had just stumbled upon a hidden treasure, and the warmth in his expression was undeniable, revealing his appreciation for the intimacy of the moment.
My decision to secretly invite Alexandra to the meeting had turned out to be a good one. Yet, there was something more profound in his response, a deeper connection forming before my eyes. The way he held Alexandra's gaze was like a silent conversation, after all the questions related to her broken leg and cast.
"It's been a pleasure meeting you Henry and sharing this evening with both of you."
Alexandra leaned over to retrieve her crutches, which had been leaning against the nearby table throughout our conversation. Her hand reached out, fingers curling around the handles of the crutches with practised ease.
With one last warm smile, she bid us goodbye, a sense of gratitude and connection evident in her eyes. She knew she did very well. As she leaned in on her crutches I stood on my one leg to give her a gentle peck on the cheek. Then she nodded to Henry.
We were both staring at her, with a slow and deliberate pivot on her good leg, Alexandra turned and moved slowly across the restaurant. The cast on her leg was in full display. She was very confident in her crutches with every step echoing.
With a subtle shift in the conversation, Henry turned his attention toward the purpose of our meeting. He explained that my hospital was interested in further exploring the psychological motivations and impacts of my services and the insights into human behaviour related to sexual fetishes.
"The hospital sees this as an opportunity for groundbreaking research," Henry explained and I was listening with interest.
"We want to go deeper into the psychological aspects, to understand these fetishes related to pain, broken bones, immobilization," Henry shared with curiosity as we prepared to leave the restaurant.
I nodded in understanding, recognizing the potential significance of such research. "And how do you envision this collaboration?"
Henry leaned forward, almost whispering, his voice laced with intrigue. "We would like you to consider continuing your social media campaign and share your results with the hospital, but discreetly."
I was happy and excited when I reached for my crutches, rising gracefully onto my one leg. I extended my hand toward Henry, offering a firm handshake, all the while knowing his eyes were drawn to my shapely leg, stylish high heel and stump.
It was a cool, full moon evening when Alexandra decided to pay me a visit at my place.I opened the door to find her standing there, a beautiful smile on her lips as she greeted me with a warm "Hello."
She looked stunning in a deep blue dress that clung to her figure while leaning on her crutches and her blue cast partially exposed. I can honestly say that her recent "injury", didn't detract from her beauty.
I was wearing a pair of well-fitted jeans with a cut-off left pant leg with my stump barely showing. On my right leg I had a sexy black boot that stopped just below the knee and I was leaning on my crutches. My tight-fitting blouse was accentuating my figure in a way that complimented my look.
"Come in," I invited, stepping aside to make way for her.
Alexandra walked into my place on her crutches . The blue cast on her right leg swung gently between the crutches, adding a sensual touch to this lovely woman. As she reached the couch, she dropped her crutches with a sexy smile and settled onto the couch, her long leg cast stretched out ahead of her. The tight-fitting dress showed her large breasts and matching hard nipples.
I followed her on my crutches to the couch. With each step, my jeans were showcasing my amputated left leg that was lost above the knee. The beautiful knee high boot on my right foot added a touch of elegance. At the couch, I turned slightly to face Alexandra, allowing her to see my exposed stump and I sat down.
"I have an open bottle of red wine, would you like some or something else?" I offered, gesturing towards Barolo Bruno red.
Alexandra's eyes sparkled with appreciation. "A glass of red wine would be lovely, thank you."
I poured a glass of red wine and handed one to her. We clink our glasses together, the sound echoing softly in the room.
"Thank you for having me over," Alexandra began, her tone sincere. "Vivian, I've been wondering, is your stump painful?" Her eyes held a genuine concern and obvious lust.
I met her gaze with a reassuring smile. "Not at all, It's a part of me, and I've learned to embrace it." Alexandra moved her broken leg sideways and then her fingers grazed my stump, her touch gentle and filled with understanding.
I smiled and Alexandra licked her lips staring at my bare stump extending below the cuff off jeans. She followed the contour at first and then traced the scars... I closed my eyes and totally enjoyed the moment.
Part 7 to come
K
Friday, September 29, 2023
Thursday, September 28, 2023
Sexy Bone Specialist part 5
After my successful event with Alexandra, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity about the upcoming meeting with Henry, the mysterious potential client. As I prepared for our meeting, I took extra care in choosing my attire, wanting to make a strong first impression without pushing that I was a doctor.
The warm water from the shower cascaded over me, soothing and washing away the cares of the long day after 2 long surgeries. I was very careful in my shower, I savoured the sensation of the droplets on my left leg, now a shapely stump. The water dripped along the long scars. My mind wandered as I contemplated what lay ahead.
With a sense of purpose, I hopped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a plush towel, my dark hair cascading in damp waves. Balancing on my crutches, I moved gracefully across the room.
As I stood before the mirror, I couldn't help but scrutinize my reflection, my missing leg, a mixture of self-assurance and concern in my gaze. That concern came from past experience where some men reacted badly to my one leg and crutches.
Yet, I selected a sexy black cocktail dress, one that accentuated my curves, exuded an air of confidence and displayed both my sexy and strong right leg and my stump. The deep black fabric clung to my figure, it was both elegant and sexy.
Balancing delicately on one leg while my crutches leaned against the wall, I slid into a high heel pump, its click echoing in the room like a warning call...Vivian is coming. I applied a subtle touch of makeup, enhancing my features without overshadowing my enigmatic green eyes.
As I stood before the mirror, the image that stared back at me was that of a doctor who defied convention, a woman who embraced sexual desires in all their forms. My crutches were always within reach, ready to support me on new adventures.
The designated meeting spot was a beautiful restaurant/ business meeting place just outside London, a place where secrets could be shared without fear of prying eyes. I arrived a bit early, my heart pounding with curiosity. The ambience was upscale and set the stage for our clandestine encounter.
I chose a corner table tucked away from the main path, where we could talk without drawing too much attention. Minutes later, a man that I guessed was Henry walked in. He was a man of mystery, his presence commanding. Dressed in a tailored suit that spoke of sophistication, he moved with grace. His dark hair framed a chiselled face with a hint of rugged charm, and dark brown eyes.
Our gazes met, and there was an unspoken understanding that passed between us plus he saw my crutches. In a strange way. You could say that we were two individuals drawn together by a shared fascination. As he approached the table, I rose to my foot, extending a hand in greeting
"Henry," I said, my voice warm. "I'm Vivian. It's a pleasure to meet you."
He took my hand, his grip firm. "The pleasure is mine. I've been following your posts on social media with great interest."
We settled into our seats, the dim light casting an aura of intrigue around us. The menu lay forgotten as we jumped into the purpose of our meeting about the boundaries we were willing to push.
It's so strange how sometimes I seem to totally miss the elephant in the room. Here we were settled into our corner table at this elegant restaurant, the ambience seemed to protect us like Alexandra long leg cast protected her broken leg. That was until Henry leaned in slightly as if ready to share a well-guarded secret that was going to shake me to the bones.
"Dr. Caldwell," he began, his voice very serious. God I felt like I needed to work on my anonymity since both clients so far knew my name before we started. But that was the least of my problems with Henry.
"I must admit that my interest in your work goes beyond mere curiosity. I've been tasked by your hospital to do a rather unique private, very private investigation" I was ready to pass out. I regarded him with intrigue trying hard to regain control and let's be honest save my career.
"And how does my private life fit into this investigation, Henry?"
He paused looking straight into my eyes, as if carefully choosing his words and trying to read my mind, my deepest secrets.
"I believe that your unconventional services, your ability to provide individuals with experiences that test their boundaries, may hold a key to understanding certain aspects of human behaviour and psychology." I had no ideas where he was going with this.
"To be blunt, YOUR hospital is interested in exploring the motivations behind your clients' desires to have such a painful experience like breaking a bone, the psychological impact of being in a leg cast for months and using crutches, and the resilience, I mean doctor I don't know how you broke Alexandra leg but wow, that's something else"
I nodded, beginning to grasp the scope of his inquiry. "So, you're seeking to gain insights into the human psyche through the lens of sexual pain, desire and immobilization?"
"Precisely, Dr. Caldwell. I believe that by understanding the motivations and psychological processes involved in seeking out your services, we can shed light on some of the most profound sexual fetishes."
Before I could respond, a sudden urge led me to excuse myself and make my way to the ladies room. With a practised fluidity gained over the years since losing my left leg, I pushed back my chair and rose to my single remaining foot, balancing gracefully on the slender heel of my high heeled pump.
With a sensual sway of my hips, I reached for my crutches, their sleek metal frames catching Henry's eyes. I positioned them under my arms. Then, with a graceful transition, I shifted my weight onto my remaining leg, I felt my muscles flexing beneath the smooth fabric of my pantyhose. I always loved how the delicate arch of my high-heeled pump accentuated the sexy curve of my calf.
With each step, my leg moved in rhythm between my crutches, simple, efficient and very sensual. As I made my way, I could feel the weight of Henry's gaze on me, his fascination evident . My physicality, the way I moved on my crutches, had always been a source of intrigue for those who met me for the first time.
In the ladies room, there was another woman beside me in a wheelchair with both her lower legs in white casts. As I stood before the mirror on my crutches, she was staring at my dark wavy hair cascading around my shoulders, I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of myself. My green eyes that looked mysterious and her beautiful broken legs or ankles.
I wished that Henry's eyes traced the lines of my shapely leg that extended from my slender thigh to the sleek high-heeled pump lille she was doing without pretending not to. It was a sight that may or may not have captivated him but sure was captivating her. Some men and women are attracted to amputees, some only to ladies in leg cast, I hoped he was into both.
With measured movements, I smiled at the lady and said "Hope you are not in too much pain" and I rubbed my stump, I rubbed the scars under my fingers, it was a subtle invitation, an acknowledgement of the physical and sensual reality. She licked her lips and we both left the ladies room.
As I gracefully returned to our table, Henry's silent admiration was obvious. I leaned my crutches against the wall, and with practised poise, I balanced on my single remaining leg, the slender high-heeled pump providing unwavering support as I lowered myself into the chair.
Henry's eyes remained transfixed on me, rendering him momentarily speechless.
I smiled and said. "I believe they call it sex appeal...Just kidding"
His gaze continued to linger on me, and after a moment that seemed too long, he spoke. "Thank you, Dr. Caldwell. Vivian, may I call you Vivian?"
"Yes."
Henry's was quick to draw a connection. "Perhaps one of the reasons women seek your unique services, Vivian, is precisely what you've just demonstrated. I mean pure beauty and sensuality, with the graceful use of crutches."
The poor man was so turned on by the situation, by me that what came next was ...
I noticed a familiar figure approaching, and I smiled at this beautiful woman and felt a tingle between my leg and stump. Here came Alexandra, confidently navigating the café on her crutches like a pro. Henry turned to see who I was smiling at and her presence was a captivating sight for him. Her bandage dress elegantly showcasing her leg cast, her leg that I broke for her.
Part 6 to come
K
Wednesday, September 27, 2023
Tuesday, September 26, 2023
Sexy Bone Specialist part 4
Alexandra's eyes met mine, and her gaze looked sad, a weight she had been carrying. As I prepared the leg cast material, she took a deep breath and began to speak, her voice tinged with remorse.
"Dr. Caldwell," Alexandra began, her words filled with sincerity, "there's something I need to tell you, something that's been on my mind since we first met."
I paused, grabbed my crutches, and came closer to her giving her my full attention.
"It was my sister," she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion. "The accident that led to you losing your leg."
I couldn't hide the surprise that registered on my face as I absorbed the weight of her revelation.
"Your sister?" I repeated, seeking clarity.
"Yes, she was 17, driving alone. It was a terrible accident. She hit the motorcycle, lost control of her vehicle, and she crashed into a tree. Your leg was crushed upon impact."
Alexandra's words hung in the air... I wasn't sure what to say. "Please call me Vivian"
With Alexandra's broken leg between us and my amputation between me and her sister, I approached slowly on my crutches. I could feel the anticipation in the air, Alexandra's eyes remained fixed on me.
"My apologies, I couldn't help but be captivated by the beauty of your broken leg," I said to distract from the weight of Alexandra's revelation.
"The accident brought us together, your sister's accident, her broken leg, it's all part of our story now. Ready for that lovely blue cast?" I leaned over and kissed her soft lips.
Alexandra softly cried, happy it was in the open now. Her wet eyes held mine.
"It's part of us and yes I'm so ready"
With my gloved hands I said "The cast will go from your upper thigh to mid-foot"
I examined her broken leg, slight swelling had begun, a natural response to the double fracture. Her beautiful broken leg was now mine. My fingers gently added padding at her knee, ankle, and heel to make the cast very comfortable.
She had selected light blue casting material, I dipped the casting material into a basin of warm water and after removing the extra water I was ready. With a steady grace, with one crutch and standing on my leg, I began to encircle Alexandra's broken leg, starting at her foot and ankle. Each layer, meticulously applied, created a protective cocoon that embraced her shapely leg to perfection. The material, once pliable, began to set in place.
"I can't help but think of your sister, with her shattered leg" I admitted, my hands moving with a delicate touch along Alex's broken leg. Alexandra smiled but I knew her leg was very painful, she refused the pain medicine.
As the cast continued to ascend, inch by inch along her perfect leg, I found myself caught in a delicate balance. It wasn't just about applying a leg cast; it was about our connection since day one. I couldn't deny my growing affection for this younger woman. With each layer, I strived for a balance between creating a slim, artistic, and undeniably sexy cast while ensuring it provided the necessary support and complete immobilization of her broken leg.
I was determined to follow the contours of Alexandra's shapely leg. My gloved fingers, tracing the exquisite lines of her broken leg, rubbing the casting material with precision.
The process was methodical, each layer more important than the previous one.
Alexandra's leg was now protected in a blue cast.
With the final layer in place, I grabbed my crutches and stepped back to admire my work, a full leg cast still setting, holding promise and liberation. Alexandra lay on the table, her broken leg in this long cast, bent at the knee, non weight bearing for the next 8 weeks..
"Alexandra, you look incredibly sexy in that cast. How are you feeling?"
"It's unlike anything I've ever experienced, simply amazing, Dr... Vivian, sorry. Thank you."
"Close your eyes, Alex, if you trust me. You know you can't move while your cast sets," I said, and she nodded in trust but breathing harder, excited and thrilled.
I secured Alexandra's wrists to the Fracture Table, a newfound level of sexual intimacy enveloped us. Her trust in me was palpable. I did the same to her left leg. All 3 limbs gently but securely fastened, I could see the anticipation in her eyes, a mix of lust and eagerness and by reflex when she tried to move her broken leg... she moaned.
"You're doing wonderfully, Alexandra," I whispered, my voice a soothing reassurance. "Your leg will heal beautifully, and you'll enjoy this experience on crutches with this long leg cast like nothing before."
"Did you imagine your sister tied like this when she broke her leg?"
I watched her with affection, then I cut her shirt and bra with a scalpel leaving her exposed. From the slender curves of her leg cast to her beautiful breasts...She was perfect.
I lowered the Fracture Table and leaned over her, her big eyes staring into mine, I kissed her lips and pressed my breasts against hers. My tongue probed her mouth, my hands cupped her breasts, and I rubbed my thumbs over her fully erected nipples.
Breaking the kiss to her lips she moaned but she stared at me joining her on the table, my stump between her cast and leg. I kissed and licked down her throat, licking her nipples, flicking them with my fingernails between licks.
"I was in so much pain after your sister hit me" I said while leaning down between her cast and leg.
"I'm so sor.." I didn't let her finish and plunged 2 fingers inside her. Then I used my tongue and licked and sucked her clitories. She couldn't resist it anymore and welcomed the orgasms, wave after wave hit her.
I stood by Alexandra's side and untied her wrists and leg, my own heart filled with love that I had not expected. I found myself falling for this woman in a way I had never anticipated.
When the cast had fully set I leaned in close to her, my lips brushing against her ear.
"You're incredible, and I'm so grateful to have shared this experience with you Alexandra."
After our intimate moment and as Alexandra's cast had fully set, it was time to focus on her mobility and the fitting of her crutches. Now that she was equipped with her crutches and a new T-shirt, I couldn't help but admire her beauty.
As she settled onto her crutches, her broken leg elevated above the floor, I leaned on my own crutches and moved to her to kiss her.
"It was a successful first experience, Alexandra," I said, my voice filled with happiness.
"And I look forward to the future, to helping more clients embrace their desires."
Alexandra nodded, a grateful smile playing on her lips. "I'll never forget this, Vivian, and I'm excited to see where it leads me and you."
As Alexandra and I continued our conversation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement about the possibilities that lay ahead for both of us. The room held a lingering energy, a reminder of the unique connection we had together..
"Alexandra, there's something I should tell you. I have a meeting planned for tomorrow evening with a potential client #2."
Her eyes widened with curiosity. "That's wonderful! Tell me more."
I smiled, a hint of mystery in my gaze. "It's with someone who is intrigued by the experiences I offer"
Alexandra leaned in closer on her crutches, her interest piqued. "How intriguing! Do you know much about him or her?"
I shook my head, deliberately keeping certain details hidden. "Nothing"
Little did I know that this mysterious potential client, Henry, was not just seeking a meeting but was also an investigator with his own hidden agenda, one that would soon intertwine with our world in unexpected ways.
Part 5 to come
K
Monday, September 25, 2023
Sunday, September 24, 2023
Sexy Bone Specialist part 3
With a nod of affirmation, I acknowledged the monitor's reassuring data. Alexandra was poised for the next chapter of our audacious experiment. Her trust in my vision, her determination to explore the boundaries of controlled fracture, had brought us to this pivotal moment.
That's a lot of bla bla to say we were ready, our eyes locked in a shared understanding, and I whispered,
"Alexandra, you're ready for this, you will look so amazing leaning on your crutches, cast elevated and also throughout the long process of healing and rehabilitation. You know I have to ask one last time. Are you prepared for all the possible consequences?"
Her voice tinged with excitement, while she replied, "I've never been more ready Vivian. Let's proceed please."
With Alexandra's consent, since everything was being recorded and videotaped I said, "we ventured into the uncharted territory of a controlled experience: broken tibia and fibula of a right leg, female, 26 years old." I was poised and ready.
I initiated the procedure on the computer system. As it slowly began to twist Alexandra's beautiful foot and leg. It was a surreal sight, one that blurred the lines between science and art and fiction. I hopped on my one leg and one crutch to her and I took her hand and kissed it.
She smiled at me and to my surprise she took the same hand and pressed it down against my hip...
As the computerized table proceeded slowly, Alexandra's ligaments bore the initial strain, stretching in response to the twisting force being applied. I monitored her vital sign closely, also talking to her,
"Alexandra, how are you feeling? Any discomfort?" but before answering she slowly lifted my skirt up...Along my one leg and stump...
Alexandra's voice held a hint of strain as she replied, "It's intense, but I expected that, Vivian."
What I didn't expect was to feel her fingers against my pantyhose covered residual limb. For one second I closed my eyes enjoying my stump being touched and caressed by her. It was so erotic, sensual and...totally unexpected.
The twist continued smoothly and the room seemed to hold its collective breath. My professional eyes were trained on Alexandra's leg, the ligaments were stretching as they endured the controlled forces.
Her hand and fingers slid along my stump and inside my pantyhose. But she wasn't done, she thrusted one long finger deep inside my vagina, I tried not to show any sexual reaction but It was useless.
Then, with a distinct yet subdued sound, a ligament gave way. Alexandra's eyes widened, the fingers of one hand gripping the sides of the table while her other finger was against my clitoris. She spoke through gritted teeth,
"I felt that doctor." She knew I was a doctor.
"I feel you too," I replied, shaking slightly.
I tried to keep my voice steady. "That's a ligament tear, a natural response to the forces we're applying. You're doing remarkably well, Alexandra." At the same time I was panting inside me and begging for more from this young woman whose leg was about to be broken.
As the Fracture Table continued its progression, my focus shifted to the tibia and fibula,the two bones that bore the brunt of the twisting forces. It was a sensual dance of biomechanics and bone resilience, a controlled journey through the sensation of fractures. Just the proper pressure, no more, no less.
I tried to steal a glance down between my leg and stump. My hips pushed against her hand and fingers.
"Alexandra, you're doing great," I said, my voice a reassuring presence, I was trying to regain some control.
"Remember, we're exploring the minor limits of your leg resilience. Everything will stop with the break"
Alexandra's face reflected a mix of determination and obviously pain. "I can feel the strain on my bones, Vivian, Dr. Caldwell. It's like a controlled chaos inside me." And yet she was pleasing me sexually with methodical precision with her fingers, 2 to be precise now, my leg felt weak. She was using the same precision sexually that I was medically breaking her tibia and fibula.
As the procedure continued, the tension in the room mounted. With every twist of the Fracture Table, the tibia and fibula endured the strain, resisting the forces applied but for how long?
She heard me moaning, she steadied me on one leg from inside my vagina. My orgasm was building so fast. Then, with a final, definitive twist...a fracture occurred, that crackling sound.
Alexandra's leg buckled slightly on the table, and she let out a controlled breath, biting her lip from the pain in her broken leg.
"I felt it break, Dr. Caldwell. It happened I'm sure." She timed her thrusts to correspond with the phase of her controlled fracture. She was against my clitoris so damn slowly that my stump twitched out of control. I moaned louder and louder and so did Alexandra but for a different reason.
My eyes gleamed with a mixture of lust, pride and fascination. "You've experienced it, Alexandra, you've broken your leg for the first time."
While we both regained control and the procedure completed, the Fracture Table gently returned Alexandra's pretty little foot to its original position.
I proceeded with the next step, with gloved hands, expertly trained and guided by a profound fascination, I examined her broken leg. I could feel the subtle irregularities beneath my touch, the slight displacement of the tibia that had occurred with the twist. Alexandra's leg had responded as intended. Her well-being was paramount, and I was determined to ensure that her leg healed perfectly.
"Alexandra I need to realign your tibia before I apply your first medical leg cast" She nodded looking into my eyes.
With the precision of a skilled surgeon, I initiated the realignment process. My gloved hands, cool and steady, exerted gentle pressure on her broken leg, guiding the tibia back into its rightful position. Alexandra's controlled breaths mirrored my own concentration. As I felt the tibia realign, a profound sense of satisfaction washed over me.
"Let's get that beautiful leg in a cast Alex"
In the intimate confines of the special room in my own house, Alexandra's eyes, filled with gratitude, affection and sexual attraction. Her eyes met mine. Without a word, she gently pulled me closer, our lips meeting in a passionate yet tender kiss. Our tongues danced until...
"Vivian I need to tell you a secret" At that precise moment, looking at her broken leg, I felt my age when the lyrics of Pretty Little Liars came to my mind.
Got a secret,
Can you keep it?
Swear this one you'll save.
Better lock it in your pocket,
Taking this one to the grave.
If I show you then I know you
Won't tell what I said.
Cause two can keep a secret
If one of them is dead.
Part 4 to come
K
Saturday, September 23, 2023
Friday, September 22, 2023
Sexy Bone Specialist part 2
"My fascination with leg casts and crutches, the desire for this experience, comes from my older sister. She was in a terrible accident, she hit a motorcycle while driving her car and lost control of her vehicle into a tree. She shattered her leg in pieces on impact"
I squeezed my stumps against my leg, I could feel the wetness, "Please continue" and continue she did but not before changing seats, Alexandra stood and sat to my left, inches from my stump, from the leg I lost in a motorcycle accident.
"Her leg was in traction for 3 weeks and then a long series of leg casts over the year and surgery. She was so beautiful, tall on crutches with a small sock over her cast, hiding her delicate toes"
I stared at her, speechless, afraid of where that story was going. She leaned over and her left hand rested on my stump, she could feel my pantyhose, my scars and I could feel her fingers inches from my wet vagina.
"One of the ladies on the motorcycle lost her leg in the accident," She said, rubbing my stump slowly, I opened my eyes and stared at this beautiful young woman.
"I was young at the time, but I clearly remember being fascinated," She said, her eyes distant with recollection.
"It was as though the sight of my sister's leg cast drew attention like a magnet, all at once. Her boyfriend couldn't keep his eyes off her broken leg, you know what I mean, Jesus he was almost drooling when she hopped on her good leg and her breasts bounced." She chuckled softly, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.
"As I grew older," she continued,
"that fascination never faded. I played sports with the unique intention of breaking one of my limbs. I never did, of course. But I wanted to understand, to experience what it was like to be in that situation, that one second of vulnerability when the twisting is too much, when the impact is too violent, and your bones break." Alexandra's eyes met mine, a curiosity that had shaped her sexual desires over the years, I could tell.
As our conversation concluded, I made a decision that would change the course of my professional and private life forever.
"Alexandra, I'm willing to help you on this journey, but only under one condition. We will prioritize our safety, both physically and emotionally. If, at any point, we feel uncomfortable or wish to stop, we will do so immediately."
Her eyes softened with gratitude, and she reached for my crutches and handed them over. Once up on my leg and towering over her she shook my hand.
"Thank you, Vivian, for understanding and for being willing to explore this with me. I trust you completely." She said that and looked me over from my black pump to my green eyes, passing over my missing leg.
As we parted ways that evening, I couldn't shake the feeling that the journey ahead would test the boundaries of desire, pain, healing, and human connection in ways I had never imagined. Also I fantasized about making sweet love to Alexandra in a full leg cast.
Over the next few weeks, Alexandra and I meticulously planned each step and I procured the necessary equipment, medications and casting materials on the black market. We set a date for the procedure, and as it approached, a sense of anticipation hung in the air.
The day finally arrived, and we met in a sterile, well-equipped room in my house that I had converted for the procedure. Alexandra, dressed in a hospital gown, lay on the surgical table, her face showing excitement and nervousness. I stood beside her using only one crutch in my white coat.
As I approached the Fracture Table, I leaned against it and I addressed Alexandra, my voice gentle but firm.
"Are you ready for this, Alexandra? This is a serious break, months before you can walk again" I inquired, ensuring her emotional readiness matched her physical preparation. I was also asking myself indirectly since it was a first for me.
She nodded, her eyes fixed on mine. "OMG, I'm ready, Vivian, so ready"
I need to give credit where credit is due. The Fracture Table came from a clandestine partnership between me, a brilliant orthopaedic surgeon if I may say so myself, and an engineering prodigy named Oliver, whose passion for innovation knew no bounds.
My sexual fascination with orthopaedics had led me to dream of a specialized Fracture Table that could mimic the experience of a real fracture, down to the smallest detail. Oliver, that I dated at the time, created the concept that was simple in a way and yet difficult to make it 100% safe and still create a surreal reality.
My part was to understand the human body's capacity to endure and heal, through pain but through the wonder of a totally controlled experience. The Fracture Table was a pink sleek, metallic apparatus that could have been mistaken for a piece of modern art. Its adjustable arms and padded surface was inviting yet eerie scary when you saw the name.
Back in February, Oliver said, "Vivian, we've pushed the boundaries of engineering and medicine. Now, it's time to put it to the test."
With Oliver's consent recorded in the computer, we prepared for the test run, scaphoid fracture, left wrist. He positioned himself on the fracture table, his arm exposed.
I stood on my crutches beside the computer console, my fingers poised to initiate the test run after I was done entering the data in the system.
"Are you ready, Oliver?" I asked.
Oliver met my gaze with a resolute nod. "Yes."
As I initiated the test run, the Fracture Table's mechanisms came to life. Oliver's arm was cradled by padded, adjustable straps, securing it in place. The automated, slow-twisting mechanism, calibrated for his unique experience, began its deliberate motion.
I maintained a constant dialogue with Oliver, monitoring his comfort and well-being as the table mimicked the forces of a real stress fracture.
"How are you feeling, Oliver? Any discomfort?" I inquired, my voice a reassuring presence.
Oliver's response was honest.
"It's like a controlled storm inside my arm." He had just finished stating that when...
Oliver's ligaments responded to the twisting force. I observed his arm closely, the ligaments enduring the controlled forces with remarkable resilience. With a distinct sound, a ligament gave way.
"It's a ligament tear, Oliver, a natural response to the forces we're applying," I explained.
Then, with a final, controlled twist, a stress fracture occurred. Oliver's wrist responded to the simulated force like we expected.
"You've experienced it, Oliver, our first controlled stress fracture", I said leaning over and kissing him. I wanted him more than ever.
With the test run successfully completed, I proceeded to apply a short cast to his arm. I watched with admiration as the cast took shape, mimicking the appearance of a genuine injury.
Later that evening in bed, my crutches against the wall, I looked at him, the cast of his broken wrist slid down my hip and came to rest on my stump. I noticed right away that he got so hard while he caressed my stump, my hips began to sway, and I straddled his large penis until we both came. It was our last night together, we broke up the next day.
I stood on my crutches beside Alexandra, admiration for her courage. This time, I leaned over her, my fingers gently lifting her chin, and our lips met in an intimate kiss. It was a connection, a reassurance of our bond.
On the Fracture Table, her right leg was attached meticulously in two distinct locations, precisely aligned with her bio-metrics and the fracture data entered into the computer. My special room in a soft, sterile light, casted an aura over the room. Alexandra's sexy strong leg was secured with the utmost care, two sets of padded straps cradling her foot and upper leg, ensuring stability throughout the procedure to break her leg.
I turned my attention to the vital signs monitor, its screen displaying data that would guide us through the journey. Her heart rate was elevated but well within the expected range, a natural response to the impending stress.
I'm sure we can all agree that you, dear reader, would feel the same if I was about to break your leg...
Part 3 to come
K
Thursday, September 21, 2023
Wednesday, September 20, 2023
Sexy Bone Specialist part 1
In the heart of the Mayfair district in London, I, Dr. Vivian Caldwell, lived with a dark secret desire that nobody knew about. While my colleagues admired me for my expertise as an orthopaedic doctor and my patients for my caring nature, I had a hidden passion, a sexual need that I kept carefully concealed.
Even at a young age, I admired both, ladies with beautiful legs and gentlemen with powerful limbs, especially when they were injured. I loved the elegance and grace of long, shapely legs and arms protected by beautiful casts, as well as their resilience when using crutches. This fascination became an integral part of my identity, this sexual fetish covered the entire spectrum from the initial injury through the immobilization period and into the rehabilitation phase. From a young age, I wondered whether others shared this unique attraction.
Ironically through my life, while I openly showcased my own long, shapely right leg, I had lost my left leg above the knee during a motorcycle accident almost at the same time I'd written that secret erotic story. It was an event that had forever altered the trajectory of my life. Now, I gracefully moved around with the aid of crutches or my wheelchair.
I refused to see It as a physical challenge, I had perfected the art of carrying myself with grace and beauty, always confident and poised. I was blessed with dark, wavy hair, sensual lips and mysterious green eyes, that over the years had captivated the hearts of some men and women.
Yet, it was my leg, the one I swung gracefully between my crutches, that consistently surprised me over the years with the genuine curiosity and occasional sexual attraction it drew from both men and women. I noticed this fascination within my medical practice as well. I had observed that some of my clients who required leg casts and crutches during their rehabilitation received a similar kind of attention.
Every morning, as I prepared for the day from my wheelchair, I carefully slid beautiful pantyhose along my long leg and over my stump. The sensation against my skin was a delight, a ritual that celebrated my femininity and graceful leg. One morning, as I stood before my mirror in a sleek pencil skirt and 4 inch heel on my right foot, I found myself pondering a rather intriguing thought.
How many people, I wondered, would relish the idea of standing on crutches, or having their leg or arm encased in a cast because of a broken bone. How many would love to experience under the watchful supervision of a doctor like myself to control the severity of the break and the pain felt?
Later on that evening, I reached for my crutches and positioned them under my arms. I moved toward my home office, upon reaching my chair, I leaned my crutches against the wall and with a fluid motion, lowered myself into it.
That evening was the first day of my new identity, I adopted the pen name "Sexy Bone Specialist." Under this alias, I crafted a message that would set my life on an entirely new, unconventional and possibly illegal path.
"Seeking to explore the art of breaking a bone, the beauty of wearing a cast and the complete healing and rehab process," my post began. It was an invitation to a world unknown to most, a world where the boundaries between desire, pain, fetish and professionalism blurred completely.
"As 'Sexy Bone Specialist,' I am a specialist in bone-related conditions and orthopaedic care. With limited pain and meticulous precision, I will break and mend bones to perfection, allowing you to experience the complete journey and beauty of being casted".
"Whether it's long, short, non weight bearing or walking cast that turns you on, or any type of arm cast, I'm here to fulfill your desires. If you desire an experience that transcends the ordinary recreational cast, please contact me for a confidential discussion."
As the post went live on social media, I felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation. I knew that I was venturing into uncharted territory, opening myself up to consequences but also desires I had long kept hidden.
The response was swift and unexpected. Within hours, my inbox was flooded with messages from curious people who were just drawn to the enigmatic "Sexy Bone Specialist." Some were intrigued by the unconventional nature of my services, while others were simply captivated by the mystery surrounding me.
Among the messages, one stood out. It was from a female named Alexandra, who wrote,
"Dear Sexy Bone Specialist, your post has awakened something within me. Since high school I've always admired the strength and beauty of people dealing with a broken leg. I'm intrigued by your unique approach. I'd like to meet and explore this further."
The message from Alexandra had intrigued me like no other. As 'Sexy Bone Specialist, Alexandra's desire had me both excited and apprehensive. She was asking for exactly what I wanted to offer. We decided to meet at a quiet, dimly lit café nestled in the heart of London.
I arrived early, navigating the bustling city streets on my crutches. Dressed impeccably in a beautiful skirt and blouse, my heart pounded with nervousness as I entered the cozy establishment. I selected a discreet corner table, strategically positioned to afford us privacy for our conversation without drawing undue attention.
Minutes later Alexandra walked in. She was petite and graceful with short blond hair and expressive big blue eyes. There was an undeniable aura of quiet confidence about her. I guessed she was mid 20's.
As Alexandra approached our table, I couldn't help but notice how her eyes flickered briefly to my one leg and beautiful red crutches. It was a moment of unspoken connection, a recognition of how much she wanted to be on crutches that seemed to bridge the gap between us right away. We exchanged polite greetings, and she took a seat across from me.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, what do I call you" she said and asked.
"The pleasure is mine, Alexandra and call me Vivian please" I replied with a warm smile, doing my best to maintain my professional composure. I could sense that our connection had deepened in that fleeting moment of recognition that I was an amputee.
"Now, tell me, what brings you here today? Your message was quite intriguing."
Alexandra leaned in slightly, like she was about to tell me a secret, her gaze never wavering from mine.
"I've always been fascinated by the human body's resilience, its capacity to heal and overcome injuries. There's something profoundly beautiful about it. But I've also felt a deep longing to understand the other side, the beautiful side in my eyes, the pain"
As she spoke, I couldn't help but sense the depth of her desires. This wasn't a mere whim; she had done a profound exploration. Alexandra continued, her eyes looked at my crutches with envy, her tongue almost licking her soft lips. Lips that I wanted to kiss if I'm being honest.
"I want to feel that vulnerability before the accident or injury, that's controlled and guided by an expert like you Vivian. I want to experience what it's like to have my leg broken, both the tibia and fibula" She was waiting for my reaction.
"Continue please" I said but wanted to do so much more already.
"I tried recreational casting but it's not the same. I need to feel my bones break, I want to see my beautiful leg bent and useless for a bit. I want to navigate day and evening on crutches, non weight bearing in my full leg cast. Essentially I'm asking for the complete journey of healing, and to emerge stronger on the other side."
Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, I was at a loss for how to respond. This was an extraordinary request, one that pushed the boundaries of both ethics and personal desires. But there was something about Alexandra's sincerity and the intensity in her eyes that drew me in.
"I understand your desire, Alexandra," I said carefully, choosing my words with precision.
"But I must emphasize that what you're asking for is unconventional and carries inherent risks. Safety and consent are paramount in any procedure, even one of this nature. If we decide to move forward, it will be done with meticulous planning, a focus on allowing you to feel some pain and a commitment to your long rehabilitation to regain full usage of your leg."
Alexandra nodded, her gaze unwavering. "I'm fully aware of the risks, Vivian, and I'm willing to proceed with caution and trust in your expertise. I will sign any waiver if needed."
Over the next hour, we discussed the intricacies of the procedure, potential risks, and the emotional toll it might take when she's no longer in a cast and using crutches. Alexandra was remarkably composed, her determination unwavering.
"My fascination with leg casts and crutches, the desire for this experience, comes from...
OMG I really didn't see that coming.
Part 2 to come
K
Tuesday, September 19, 2023
Monday, September 18, 2023
Sexy Bone Specialist prologue
In the heart of London's Mayfair district, I live a life that hides a clandestine world. It's a world I've carefully crafted behind the walls of my own house. I am Dr. Vivian Caldwell, an orthopaedic surgeon, known for my dedication and my remarkable vision, a vision that extends beyond the traditional boundaries of medicine.
My colleagues admire me for my expertise, and my patients value me for my compassion.
But beneath the surface of professionalism, beneath the pristine white coats and the facade of a tall and beautiful woman, I have a secret sexual desire, some would say a fetish but it's so much more.
My fascination lies in the human bones. It's a story that began in my teenage years, an age when most worried about identity, desire and first love. I for one wrote short erotic stories during that time, stories that would later ignite an extraordinary passion within me. Combining those stories with my passion for bones.
As the years passed, my admiration for the elegance of broken limbs grew, a fascination with the grace with which people handled such injuries. It was a fascination that would go on to shape the course of my life in ways I could never have foreseen.
You could say I marvel at the power of the human body to break and heal bones, and I wanted to explore it in ways that no one had dared before. What if we...
But there's a twist to my story. I am, in many ways, a paradox. A tall, stunning, elegant, and graceful woman, I possess dark, wavy hair, sensual lips, and enigmatic green eyes that have captivated the hearts of both men and women.
Yet, fate dealt me a different hand on a fateful day. I became an above-the-knee amputee due to an accident, forever dependent on crutches to navigate my world. My left leg became a mere memory, and my crutches became my constant companions.
Let's delve deeper into who I am. I'm a blend of resilience, intelligence, and audacity. I am a woman who defies conventions, challenging societal norms to help my clients experience the limits of their own physical endurance and sexual pleasures.
I hope you will join me.
Vivian
Sunday, September 17, 2023
Saturday, September 16, 2023
Flight attendant conclusion
Our journey had brought us to this moment, the culmination of our daring escape plan. The Trudeau International airport buzzed with activity as travellers walked quickly lost in their own worlds.
I was just sitting in a wheelchair dressed comfortably, ideal for our long flight. A soft, oversized sweater in grey, providing warmth with a plain white t-shirt under. Like my mom would say, my jeans were well-loved, I had cut off one leg of the jeans to accommodate my long leg cast, a practical adjustment that allowed me the freedom of movement essential for someone like me using crutches. On my foot, I had a comfortable sneaker.
Maria had made a discreet call to the Montreal Police about Marco's that was tied in my apartment. It was a necessary step to ensure his safety, it weighed heavily on our minds. We had no illusions about the danger that still lurked in the shadows, but we were determined to face it head-on, together. Marco dying in my apartment was not an option even for our safety.
As we waited at our gate, I couldn't help but glance around nervously, half-expecting to see a familiar face from our past. But the minutes passed, and there was no sign of Marco or his associates. Perhaps, for now, we had managed to elude them.
Our flight to the Seychelles Islands was the next leg of our journey. We had chosen this remote paradise as our destination, a place where we could live without fear of being found. The islands with their pristine beaches, azure waters, and the promise of anonymity. What more could I ask for? Perhaps two fully functional legs? But that's for another story.
Arriving at the plane's door sitting in my wheelchair, Maria helped me stand, kissed my cheek and with my crutches in hand, I made my way to our first-class seats. We settled into our seats, each carrying a sense of anticipation for the unknown that lay ahead. As the engines roared to life and the plane taxied down the runway, I took Maria's hand in mine, finding comfort in her presence.
16 hours later, we touched down in the Seychelles, our tired bodies buzzing with the excitement of our arrival. Stepping off the plane on my crutches, we were greeted by the warm tropical breeze, a stark contrast to Montreal.
Our journey continued with a taxi ride to our oceanfront house, we looked at the lush landscapes and vibrant culture. The taxi wound its way through picturesque villages and along pristine coastlines, each passing moment affirming our choice to seek refuge in this remote paradise.
Finally, our taxi pulled up to our new home, a charming small oceanfront house that would serve as our sanctuary. The turquoise waters of the Indian Ocean stretched out before us, a testament to the beauty of our new life.
Maria extended a supportive hand as we exited the taxi, her fingers gently interlocking with mine. With a reassuring smile, she helped me to stand up. As I leaned on her for support, she fetched my crutches from the car and I placed them under my arms.
Inside the house, we settled into the comforts of our new life, the soft glow of the setting sun casting warm, amber hues throughout the room. The large windows framed the view of the endless ocean stretching out before us, its waters shimmering like liquid sapphires beneath the golden sky. A breathtaking sight.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the room with its gentle embrace, Maria turned to me. In her eyes I saw a mixture of deep affection and curiosity.
"Jewel, you asked and there's something I've been wanting to share with you," Maria began, her voice soft. "There is. Ever since I saw you in that leg cast, I can't help but be drawn to it. To you, broken and so sexy"
I looked at her, surprised by her confession. "You mean my broken leg, cast and crutches right?" Maria nodded, her gaze unwavering.
"Yes, there's something about it that's incredibly sexy. It's not just about the cast itself; it's about how you move, how you dress around your cast. Seeing you adapt and overcome challenges turns me on sexually."
"Maria, I..." I began, my voice catching with emotion standing tall on my crutches.
She stood, reached out, gently cradling my cheek in her hand. "Jewel, I love you." Maria leaned in, her lips meeting mine.
Later on I wanted to please my girlfriend. I stood on my crutches in a knee-length blue sundress, its fabric gently swaying with the tropical breeze caressing my breasts and nipples. My long cast was almost fully exposed. My blonde hair framed my face, and a pair of oversized sunglasses perched atop of my nose shielded my eyes from the golden sun.
"You look amazing "Maria said while she hugged me tightly.
I turned to Maria slowly on my crutches, my heart racing with anticipation. Her soft lips met mine in a tender kiss, they parted as I breathed her in, savouring the familiar taste and warmth of my girlfriend.
As the kiss deepened, our bodies gravitated closer. While I leaned on my crutches for support, Maria's hands at my back pulled me forward and my hard cast slid between her legs, our bodies pressing together in a sensual and intimate embrace. The sensation of our breasts together sent a shiver of desires down my spine and broken leg.
Maria's voice, husky with desire, broke the electrifying moment.
"Let's get to bed."
The 4 little words, filled with a promise of love and passion, turned me on like she always did. I hobbled toward our bedroom on my crutches in total confidence, Maria following closely behind. Little contacts from time to time heightened our desire for each other.
In the privacy of our bedroom, I loved how I felt a sense of vulnerability in my full leg cast that was thrilling. As she gently helped me onto the bed by lifting my broken leg, she then laid my crutches against the wall. I couldn't help but admire her beauty and strength.
"I want you so bad," I said.
She began to undress me with a tenderness that left me breathless. Her hands moved with grace, navigating around my long and heavy cast with ease. With each piece of clothing that fell away, I felt a growing sense of arousal and wetness. My leg cast, which had been initially annoying and troublesome for me. had become a source of intrigue and sexual desire for Maria, and she handled it with skill, letting her sexual fetish grow on me slowly.
Once I was nude with only my cast before her, I watched as Maria undressed herself. It looked and felt like a sensual dance, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from her sexy shapes, from the soft curves of her breasts to the gentle swell of her hips.
With a shared understanding of our desires, Maria leaned towards me but then crawled along my broken leg to kiss me once more. Her lips were soft and inviting, her vagina rubbing against the hard surface of my cast. Our mouths melded together with our tongues dancing passionately.
Her moaning grew more fervent, her hands explored my whole body. She traced the contours of my long leg cast. Even if I couldn't feel her fingers on my broken leg, her touch still ignited a trail of sensations of pure pleasure through me.
I let out a soft moan as her fingers continued their exploration between my leg and cast, teasing and caressing my vagina with a delicate touch. My body responded eagerly to her and I could feel my orgasm building up with every in and out of her fingers inside me.
I was so close to exploding when Maria shifted her attention to my heavy breasts, her lips and tongue tracing a path against my sensitive flesh. Pleasure surged through me even more from the attention I received from her mouth and hands. I was moaning out of control, pure ecstasy.
My broken body and her perfect body moved together in a passionate dance rocked by incredible orgasms and that was the precise moment when we became one.
The end
K
Friday, September 15, 2023
Thursday, September 14, 2023
Flight attendant part 10
With the USB key safely secured, Maria and I needed to change, starting with my cast and crutches. We couldn't risk being recognized that easily.
In old Montreal, we found a discreet private medical clinic. As we pulled up to the clinic, Maria turned off the engine of my car, and I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what lay ahead. Our focus was on the next crucial step: ensuring that I had a new cast and crutches to aid in our vanishing act.
Maria, always attentive to my needs, opened the car door and came around to my side. With a gentle hand on my broken leg, she helped me ease out of the car seat and slowly stood up, transferring my weight to my good leg while my cast bore no weight at all.
Maria handed me my crutches, and I leaned on them for support. The air was crisp, and I could feel the chill seeping through the fabric of my clothing as I made my way to the clinic's entrance.
Inside, a kind nurse greeted us and led us to a small examination room. Dr. Lacroix, an elderly man with a gentle demeanour, walked in moments later. He examined my leg, making small talk to put me at ease.
"So, how did you manage to break your leg like this Jewel?"
Maria and I exchanged a quick, conspiratorial glance before I answered, "I fell while hiking in the wilderness. It's been a real ordeal, so much pain and I can't get used to these forearm crutches." I lied.
Dr. Lacroix nodded understandingly. "I see. Well, it looks like your current cast has seen better days. We'll replace it with a fresh one. Any colour preference?"
I hesitated for a moment, then decided on pink. It was an unexpected choice, but one that would help me blend in better with a younger college crowd.
"Make it pink," I said with a faint smile.
As Dr. Lacroix and his assistant worked on removing the old cast, Maria held my hand, enjoying every moment of the replacing of my cast. I tried to pretend that I was sore without overdoing it, to make the situation more convincing but I'm not an actress at all.
Once the new pink cast was in place, the assistant moved on to the crutches. She adjusted underarm crutches, which would be more comfortable for me. With my new and sexy pink cast and underarm crutches, I felt like a different person. We were one step closer to our plan, and I couldn't help but admire Maria's meticulous attention to detail.
Let's be honest here...She was totally turned on sexually by my new pink cast. Leaning on my crutches, I kissed Maria lips and said "One day you need to explain that fetish you have for my broken leg, my leg cast and me being on crutches baby"
To blend into the crowd, we needed to become unrecognizable. We visited a hair salon I knew well in my old neighbourhood. I knew I could trust the owner, Elena, who was known for her ability to transform appearances without a trace.
I walked into the salon on my crutches, the atmosphere was relaxed. Soft jazz music played in the background as Elena greeted us. To my surprise, she had a long arm cast on her arm in a sling, a result of a rollerblading accident she told us. So, her assistant was going to take care of us. As I hobbled in on my crutches, I couldn't help but notice Elena's curious gaze, which lingered on my pink cast for a moment before she turned her attention to beautiful girlfriend.
"We need to change our looks entirely. We're going for a fresh start." I said to the very young assistant.
"I understand. Leave it to me. Let's start with you, Maria."
For Maria, she opted for a subtle transformation that totally changed her face, it was amazing. She darkened Maria's hair, a slight trim leaving one side shorter, a very modern look that changed the shape of her face. Maria looked younger and very sexy.
Next up was me. Have you ever heard that sometimes to stand out less, you have to be more obvious, in your face? Well, Elena seemed to understand this concept well. She decided to give me a bold and striking transformation. My new look involved a short, sleek blonde hairstyle that exuded confidence and charisma. It was a style that turned heads and demanded attention.
With our hair changes completed, Maria and I felt like different people. It was incredible how small adjustments could significantly alter one's appearance. We paid Elena, thanking her for her invaluable help, and departed the salon, leaving behind our previous selves.
Our final task for the day was setting up a secure account in a money shelter country to transfer the $26 million we now possessed. Maria had contacts who could facilitate this in a discreet location.
After a short drive, we reached a small, unassuming business that was known for its confidentiality. Inside, we met a banker named Alessio, who specialized in such transactions.
Maria explained our situation to Alessio, emphasizing the need for utmost secrecy. Alessio assured us that our information would remain confidential.
We provided the required documents and information, and Alessio began the process of setting up the secure and private account. It would take a few days for everything to be finalized, but Maria and I had taken another significant step. I turned to Maria, my heart filled with love and admiration for the incredible woman who had been my rock throughout this journey. Leaning on my crutches, I gazed into her eyes, and without a word, I drew her close and we shared an affectionate kiss on the bustling Montreal street
We were just two people in love, unafraid to express our feelings in public, and it didn't go unnoticed. Passersby couldn't help but glance our way, their eyes drawn to the striking contrast of my newly blonde hair and my vibrant pink cast.
Maria and I were finally on our way home. We were both tired, physically and mentally. As we walked to the car, I couldn't help but feel pain in my broken leg. The long day of crutching around had taken its toll, and my cast was starting to feel tight and sore. Maria noticed my discomfort.
"Jewel, are you okay?" She asked, her concern evident in her eyes.
I nodded, trying to downplay the pain. "I'm just a bit sore. Nothing I can't handle."
Maria helped me into the car. She knew how challenging this whole situation had been for me with a full leg cast, and her support meant the world to me.
I slowly made my way to the living room, my broken leg feeling heavy and cumbersome. Maria followed closely behind, her eyes never leaving me. We settled onto the couch, and she leaned my crutches against the wall.
"I love you," I whispered, leaning closer to her.
Maria's lips met mine in a tender, loving kiss. It was a simple yet powerful affirmation of our bond. She tasted so good.
"Jewel, why don't you relax while I prepare supper? I need to feed Marco also" Maria suggested.
I nodded gratefully, I slowly moved to the living room with a sense of relief on my crutches, I found a comfortable spot on the couch and carefully propped my casted leg on a soft cushion. The relief was instantaneous as the pressure on my leg lessened.
Between the clinking of pots and the fragrant aroma of her cooking, I couldn't help but admire the woman I loved. With a slight wince, I shifted to find a better position for my broken leg.
"Maria, do you need any help in the kitchen?" I called out.
"No need, my love. I've got everything under control. You just relax that sexy leg."
"What about my good leg?" I couldn't help but smile at her.
But as I watched Maria move gracefully around the kitchen, I knew that together, we were capable of weathering any storm, forging a future that was uniquely ours.
Conclusion to come
K