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.
She then backed away and she sipped her wine, her gaze never leaving mine.
"I've always been fascinated by amputees, the complexities of being on one leg and how a mind adjusts, the mind is a mysterious place, isn't it doctor?"
I smiled, appreciating her depth of thought. With my hand on her broken leg I said "It is indeed. And sometimes, it takes a personal unique perspective and experience to understand."
"Vivian, I totally agree, I've wanted a broken leg and a cast for so long."
My curiosity was piqued, I gazed into her eyes, lifted her long and heavy cast and placed it on my stump and leg, "Tell me more, Alexandra," I encouraged, my fingers gently reaching out to touch her exposed toes at the end of her cast.
Alexandra sighed, her expression revealing her sexual attraction.
"I know it sounds strange for most people but not you and me, but the idea of having my leg broken like you did and then casting my leg was an erotic dream. It's like this secret hidden away within us."
I nodded, my fingers still caressing her toes as she continued. "It was so beautiful to do it Alexandra. Desires can take many forms." I slid my fingernails along her blue cast, slowly moving up her broken leg.
She gave me a smile, her fingers gently rubbing my stump at first then she grabbed my fingers and pulled my hand between her legs. She was so wet.
"The sound of my tibia and fibula breaking met very intimate and pleasurable moments ahead for me. I wondered if in the future the same sound can trigger sexual arousal?"
Listening to her, I leaned in closer, from my left hand one finger slid inside her, she was so wet. My other hand gently touched her cast. I could feel the warmth emanating from her vagina and at the same time, beneath the rigid cast, the beautiful broken bones.
"Would you like to lose your leg one day?" Her eyes locked onto mine.
"The cast, the crutches, it's like a dream come true" She moaned, struggling to answer.
My fingers continued to slide in and out slowly as I nodded in understanding.
"It's okay to explore these fetishes, Alexandra. They're a part of who you are, and they don't diminish you at all quite the opposite"
Her smile was full of lust while her orgasm was growing. "Oh god you always know the right things to do, to say, Vivian." She moaned.
As we sat there, our connection deepened further. I spread her leg and cast and pushed my stump between her legs. Alexandra grabbed it, rubbing herself. I couldn't help but be captivated by this young, sexy and sexual woman. My hand was still resting on her cast, at the exact location where her tibia broke. Between her moaning and our kissing I couldn't resist the urge to ask before the orgasm rocked her broken body,
"Alexandra?" She was so turned on sexually, rubbing furiously against my residual leg, my stump.
"Alexandra, would you mind if I broke your other leg? I've always been intrigued by the experience of it. I mean having 2 broken legs"
She smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting the orgasm that was about to take over. "Of course, Vivian. I would do anything for your love." She closed her eyes.
Gently, I let my fingers explore her left leg, feeling the smooth surface skin to skin. I could feel the strength in her left leg, the way her muscles had adapted since I broke her right leg. The daily constraints. As my fingers traced her beautiful leg, I marvelled at Alexandra desires.
Her sensual fascination with her blue cast and my curiosity about her experiencing 2 broken legs had brought us to this moment of ultimate sexual connection. Her orgasm shook her like never before and at the same time it's fair to say saved her left leg from a possible fracture.,
Alexandra and I realized that our night of exploration had come to an end....for now... We exchanged a knowing look, a silent acknowledgement.
She gathered her crutches, and I followed her towards the door. As I watched her leave, the visual of her that came to my mind was a sexy Alex, with 2 broken legs and sitting in her wheelchair.
Just as I was lost in thought, my phone buzzed with a message. My heart skipped a beat as I read his message. "I hope your evening with Alexandra was as intriguing as our meeting. I'd love to hear more about it. Let's catch up soon."
How did he know? With a smile I quickly replied, "It was a fascinating evening indeed. She's a lovely person. Let's meet and discuss our research further. I have a feeling there's much more to explore."
Henry was very cautious, and he suggested we meet at a neutral site. I agreed, and soon, we found ourselves seated across from each other, sipping warm coffee. With a gentle and caring tone, Henry finally asked,
"Vivian, I've always wondered about your missing leg. You are undeniably beautiful on your crutches but how did it happen?"
"It was years ago," I began, my voice soft. "I was the passenger on a motorcycle, through country side roads. It was a sunny day." I paused for a moment, my gaze distant, I moved my stump, remembering my long leg.
"Then, in an instant, everything changed. Alexandra's sister of all people, in a moment of distraction texting on her cell, collided with the motorcycle I was riding on, impacting my left leg. When I woke up I was trapped beneath the weight of the machines, my left leg mangled and crushed."
Henry listened intently, bothered by his sexual reaction, his penis fully erected inside his pants, but he could almost feel the intensity of that collision, the helplessness and pain that I must have endured.
"It was a traumatic experience, but at first I felt like a broken leg, 2 months casted and maybe 3 on crutches" I continued, my voice steady, my hand rubbing my stump, his eyes fixated on my fingers.
"Then I remember the excruciating pain, the desperate struggle to free myself from the wreckage. It felt like an eternity before help arrived, and by then, the damage to my leg was irreparable. I think I knew it already"
As I recounted my ordeal, he moved closer to me and his hand consciously moved to my residual limb, his fingers tracing my scars as if they were trophies..
"In the end, I lost my left leg above the knee," I concluded, my gaze returning to meet Henry's. He removed his hand from my stump.
"Vivian," he said, his voice trailed with sincerity.
"Ever since I was a teenager, I dreamed of medical school but with a secret wish, a sexual desire." His eyes met mine, curiosity dancing in their depths.
"What is it, Vivian?" he inquired, his voice barely above a whisper. What was the connection to the secret services I offer people on the net? he wondered.
"I always wished to experience being on crutches, having a broken leg and cast" I confessed, my words explaining a lot. "It was a fascination that I couldn't quite explain at first, a desire for immobilization, the pain and simply using the crutches."
Henry's reaction was not of surprise but understanding. He seemed to grasp the depth of my sexual desire to be broken and in a cast. His hand going back to my stump, conveyed a silent acceptance.
I couldn't help but think about the cast I applied to Alexandra broken leg. I wasn't sure where all this was going to bring us but I was in for a surprise.
Conclusion to come
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