The president's daughter conclusion

In the privacy of my apartment, I was excited as I carefully plotted my next move. Eager to surprise Mia, I stood before the full-length mirror, studying my reflection as if composing a new sexual persona to please my lover. I had already ordered a cotton amputee sock, and a set of crutches, carefully concealing them from Mia's view. As I began to apply the make-believe stump, wrapping my leg, I was amazed at the authenticity of the illusion taking shape before my eyes.

Pretending to be an amputee felt strangely natural to me, as if it were an extension of my own sexual persona. Adjusting my weight onto the crutches, I tested my balance, my movements guided by a need to surprise and please sexually my future wife.

As I looked at my legs, I rubbed my make-believe stump, the flesh-toned material blending seamlessly with my skin. I adjusted the sock, ensuring a snug fit, the gradual loss of sensation in my left leg was unfamiliar yet such a sexual turn on, the added challenge was such a thrill.

As I took tentative steps across the room on my crutches I felt a rush between my leg and stump, with a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of my lips, I couldn't wait to see the look of surprise on Mia's face.

Rummaging through my small collection of shoes, I searched for the perfect high heel that would complement the illusion. I carefully considered the height, the shape, and the color, knowing that the right shoe would not only complete the look but also add a touch of sophistication to my persona.

I slipped on the shoe, loving the way it elevated my posture and added to my playful transformation. The gentle curve of the heel added a sway in my step, while the subtle click of the sole and stiletto heel on the floor resonated. As I stood before the mirror, the complete image took shape.

The sight of the sleek pencil skirt hugging my curves, its deep navy hue contrasting with my white blouse hugging my breasts. The hem of the skirt fell just above my knee allowing a glimpse of the artificial amputated limb.

Leaving my apartment, the gentle click of my heel echoed softly in the hallway. I glided through the hallway, the elegant sway of my stump between the crutches became a seamless extension of my body's newfound grace. As I approached Mia's door, the scent of familiarity greeted me, a blend of her favorite candles.

With a gentle knock, the anticipation swelled, listening to the soft echo of her own crutches that followed. The door swung open, revealing the radiant smile that graced Mia's face, with its irresistible charm.

Her eyes widened in pleasant surprise as she took in my striking new appearance having recently recreationally lost my left leg at the knee following a terrible accident.

"Wow, you look amazing, come in, come in. I've been waiting for you but I wasn't expecting you to look so amazing only 2 days after your amputation," she played on.

I could see her gaze lingering appreciatively on my stump. Mia leaned gently on her crutches, closing the distance between leg cast and my strong right leg, and softly pressed her lips against mine while her cast rubbed my leg.

As her tongue gently explored, every sexual nerve in my body seemed to come alive, pulsating with a desire that I could no longer contain. Our kiss deepened, becoming a passionate exchange. I held her closer, time seemed to stand still as we enjoyed the intimacy of the moment, letting our hearts guide us to a place where nothing else mattered.

Our crutches dropped simultaneously, the clatter on the floor barely audible amidst the intensity of the moment. Mia, being careful not to put weight on her short cast knowing her tibia couldn't take it, she skilfully hopped over to the couch. Meanwhile, I balanced on one leg, the high heel adding an extra challenge, but my determination to be close to Mia eclipsed any discomfort.

I looked into those haunting blue eyes. Less than 6 inches separated us. Mia then leaned forward and kissed me on the lips with her hand on my stump rubbing it while she looked into my face for a reaction and found happiness that I was pleasing her.

"Oh God Sarah I wasn't sure how you would feel about my sexual attraction to amputees but this is more than my craziest dream."

"To tell the truth, to see you the last 6 weeks in your cast and on crutches made it easier to try it,"

I kissed her once again and felt her mouth open, allowing my tongue easy access. Our tongues met and began to dart in and out of each other's mouth. I began to unbutton Mia's blouse, slipping my hand inside her bra and I cup her perfect breasts while my fingers began to work their magic on her long hard nipples.

She let out a soft moan, just to let me know that she wanted me to continue. Her broken leg rubbing against my stump. Within seconds her blouse was on the floor and I removed her bra.

"You are so sexy Mia," before she could say anything my mouth was on her dark nipples, my tongue licking.

Her hands moved down to my stump then my skirt. I shifted a little, lifting my ass off the couch. With a slow and caring tug, she pulled my skirt and panties along my stump and good long leg. She began to kiss downward, along my belly, I was totally shaved.

Mia slipped a finger inside me followed by her tongue. My stump and leg were stretched as far apart as I could. For the moment I was content to just enjoy her. She thrusted her eager tongue in and out.

She then carefully stood up on her short leg cast and foot, her broken leg without the support of her crutches was very vulnerable, pain showing across her face. Despite the slight wince, her blue eyes were bright with lust and sexual needs.

With graceful movements, she swayed her hips slowly, her body gently following the rhythm of an imaginary melody. While caressing her large breasts, her eyes were on my short stump.

I was transfixed by her beauty while I kept masturbating. I couldn't help but watch as she danced, her broken leg dangerously bearing the weight with the pain she was undoubtedly feeling.

"You're amazing, so sexy but be careful."

Mia's gesture caught me off guard when she leaned in and pulled me up, on my one leg. She couldn't help but moan from the pain and pleasure she was feeling as she supported my weight, her broken leg taking the strain, and the pain coursing through her sexy long body was evident.

"Careful," I said as I steadied myself on my single leg, I couldn't feel my wrapped leg anymore, just like an amputee would while she was holding me up. In that quiet, intimate moment, our eyes locked, Mia's grip tightened on me as she moaned.

"I love you," I whispered.

Mia's lips curled into a tender smile. "I love you too, Sarah. More than words can say."

I brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, my fingers gentle as they traced the curve of her cheek.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes, Sarah. A thousand times, yes,"

But as Mia leaned in, her gaze locked with mine, a flicker of hesitation evident in her eyes.

"Sarah, I think I might have broken my leg again dancing on my cast," she said quietly licking her lips, smiling.

My heart sank at the news, I couldn't feel my leg and wondered how long it would take before...You know.

"We'll figure it out. We'll find a way, my sexy amputee,"Mia said, rubbing my stump and then she kissed me keeping her broken leg off the floor.

The end
K