Saturday, May 18, 2024
Friday, May 17, 2024
Mom & Daughter chapter 1
Mom & Daughter
Chapter 1
From Mom POV
My name is Sarah, let me tell you a bit about myself. I'm a single mom, and my life and my love for fetishes over the years have thrown me some interesting curves. One of those lovely adjustments that I needed to do was the fact that I use a wheelchair almost permanently, but that doesn't define me. What defines me is my love for life, unexpected experiences and my beautiful daughter.
Physically, I'm 5 foot 10, with cute wavy red hair that always seems to have a mind of its own. People often compliment me on my long legs, a fact that I take pride in since you could say that my first attraction to a woman is her legs.. Despite using a wheelchair, I still love wearing high heels because there's something empowering about rocking a pair of heels that adds a bit of flair to my style.
Sexually I love and need men and women in my life and that adds another layer of complexity to my life. It was one of the reasons for my divorce, love has never been a simple path for me, but it's always been worth exploring. I've learned that love doesn't always fit into neat boxes or follow expected paths. Sometimes, it surprises you when you least expect it. You'll see...
So, here I am, navigating life's twists and turns, open to whatever the universe has in store for me. Little did I know, my life was about to take a turn that would challenge everything I thought I knew about love, sexual connection and the importance or the beauty of some of my fetishes.
Growing up, I developed a deep fascination with injuries, particularly those affecting the legs and ankles. It was very sexual early on in my life. At night alone in my room I would pleasure myself looking at images, videos of men and women in cast and crutches, wheelchairs or recalling in my mind accidents that happened during practices. This interest increased from a combination of factors, including my own experiences with minor and major injuries and a natural curiosity about the human body. I was interested in the medical aspects of these injuries and rehabilitation out of sheer curiosity.
However, over the years, this fascination evolved into something more complex, a deep need to be the patient, the injured one. I developed a love and need for casts and crutches, not just from a medical perspective but also from a recreational one. It's as if I've lived two lives in parallel, the open one as a regular, tall athletic girl and later a woman going about my daily routines, and the other as someone who lived with intense sexual fetishes. I always imagined myself navigating life on crutches, wrapped ankle, leg brace or leg casts.
This secret fetish became a significant part of my life, a source of comfort and sexual excitement that I kept hidden from those closest to me. My ex-wife, my ex-husband, and even my daughter, who is now 20 and married, have never known in detail about these sides of me. It's not something I openly discuss or share, preferring to keep it as my private sanctuary and when I do share, I use various personas.
Being a woman, the beauty of casts and crutches is multifaceted for me. On one hand, there's the practical aspect when I was injured for mobility and medical reasons. On the other hand, there's a more emotional connection, a fascination with the idea of temporary or permanent sexual vulnerability and the strength that comes with controlling my various fetishes.
Despite the secrecy surrounding this aspect of my life at first anyway, I've never felt ashamed of my interests. They're a part of who I am, adding depth and complexity to my identity. And little did I know, these hidden passions were about to intersect with my reality and my daughter's life in ways I never imagined.
My daughter, Hannah, is now 20 years old. She's a bright and ambitious young art teacher, full of dreams and aspirations. From a young age, Hannah showed a passion for the arts, particularly painting and writing. Her creativity knows no limits, and I've always admired her dedication to pursuing her passions the way she wants to do it. From very erotic stories to nude male paintings.
Hannah is also a deeply compassionate person. She has a natural ability to connect with others and has a close-knit group of friends whom she cherishes dearly. Her empathetic nature extends to her volunteer work, where she's involved in various community initiatives, especially those related to health awareness. Mental and physical health and that complicate things with me and my need over the years to be broken or injured intentionally.
Despite her young age, Hannah took a leap of faith and got married a year ago. Her partner, Mark is a kind-hearted individual who shares her love for creativity, adventure and I'm sure others interests that me, the mom, does not know about. Together, they make a dynamic duo, supporting each other through life's ups and downs.
However, there's a side of me that Hannah doesn't know about. She's aware of my wheelchair use and the challenges I face but not my love to be in my wheelchair and turn heads everywhere I roll. She's never known of my secret interests in injuries, casts, and crutches. I've always shielded her from this part of my life, not wanting to burden her with something that may be difficult to understand or even accept.
Our relationship is built on love and trust, and I cherish every moment we spend together. While I keep this aspect of myself hidden, I also wonder how she would react if she ever discovered these secret fetishes of mine. Would she understand, or would it be a source of confusion and discomfort? As Hannah continues to navigate adulthood and build her own life, I find myself pondering these questions, unsure of whether it's time to reveal this hidden part of myself to her or not. She never broke any bones or needed crutches in her life for any reason, would she understand?
In my case life had a way of shaping me, sometimes in unexpected ways. For me, it was a series of accidents and multiple broken bones that led me to where I am today, in either full leg braces and crutches or my sexy wheelchair, a choice I made for myself by using my wheelchair almost all the time.
It all started with a clear understanding of the injuries potential of competitive gymnastics from a very young age. Varies sprains and fractures to both legs and ankles. A skiing accident for my sweet 16 birthday badly broke my right leg. The worst accident was a terrible motorcycle accident, the impact was severe, resulting in a fractured femur and multiple breaks in both legs. The road to recovery was long and challenging, marked by surgeries, leg casts and rehabilitation sessions. Despite the setbacks, I remained determined to regain some of my mobility and independence.
It's almost impossible for me to clearly explain my total sexual excitement of spending close to a year in various leg casts and crutches. I felt tall, beautiful and sexy on my crutches with lovely long leg casts.
Over the years, however, additional accidents followed, each one leaving its mark on my legs and ankles. The fractures and breaks became a recurring pattern. One of the consequences was peripheral neuropathy, leading to the inevitable use of full leg braces and crutches for mobility. It was a lovely transitional use of my long legs.
Eventually, I faced a choice, continue using crutches and long leg braces or opt for a wheelchair for mobility. After careful consideration and discussions with my doctor, I chose the wheelchair. It was a decision based on practicality since if you combine the condition of my legs, nerves and diabetes, it was only a question of time. After modification of my house, my wheelchair allows me to navigate my daily life with greater ease and comfort. Let's be honest, if you look at my photos, I think I look decent in my chair at least I try.
Contrary to what some may assume, my wheelchair isn't a symbol of limitation; in a way it's the opposite. It's opened up new possibilities. The decision to transition from crutches and long leg braces to a wheelchair was not made lightly
As I roll towards my office ramp, I take pride in my appearance. High heel shoes, hair in a neat ponytail. Ascending the ramp, I maintain a steady pace, my movements fluid, making sure I navigate the incline efficiently. It's a routine part of my day, but it also serves as a reminder of the importance of inclusive design in the workplace.
From crutches, casts, leg braces and my daughter Hannah, I have a constant source of support and laughter, she's called Diana. It's a sunny afternoon when my phone rings, and I see Diana's name flashing on the screen. Without hesitation, I answer, greeted by her familiar voice filled with warmth and excitement.
Chapter 2 to come
K
Thursday, May 16, 2024
Mom & Daughter prologue
Once upon a time, in a neighbourhood not so far away from your own, there lived Sarah,
Hannah, and Dave. Their lives intertwined in ways they never imagined, where the boundaries and the right and wrong of fetishes were about to be shattered into pieces, revealing hidden sexual desires and unexplored passions.
Sarah, a confident and elegant woman, spent her days gracefully navigating life in her wheelchair, a symbol of resilience and strength. Little did the world know, behind her composed exterior lay a world of hidden fantasies and secrets.
Hannah, Sarah's daughter, was a free-spirited young woman with a love for adventure. Even if she was separated from her husband, her days were filled with the excitement of exploring new possibilities, but beneath her carefree demeanour lurked a fascination with a desire to push the boundaries of societal norms.
And then there was Dave, a charming and charismatic man who seemed to have it all together. EMT specialist, part time restaurant owner, but beneath his confident facade lay a world of hidden desires, waiting to be unleashed.
Will Sarah be the woman to help him?
As fate would have it, their paths crossed in unexpected ways, igniting a spark that would set their lives on fire. What started as a simple encounter would soon unravel into a journey of self-discovery, passion, and the exploration of forbidden desires.
Join Sarah, Hannah, and Dave as they embark on a tantalizing adventure, where the lines between fantasy and reality blur, and the boundaries of fetishes are just a broken for pure lust and passions.
xoxoxo
Karine
Wednesday, May 15, 2024
Tuesday, May 14, 2024
Jessica then and now, conclusion
Jessica then and now
Conclusion
Liam and Emily were waiting at the doorstep, their faces lighting up with smiles as they saw me approaching. "Jess, you made it!" Emily exclaimed, rushing forward to give me a careful hug, her broken arm against my back, mindful of my broken legs.
I nodded, returning with a smile, but my gaze was drawn to Liam in his wheelchair. Both of his lower legs were in casts, a sight that took me by surprise. He looked so sexy, in his wheelchair with 2 broken legs.
"Liam, I had no idea," I said, my voice filled with genuine surprise and admiration. "You guys look... incredible, despite everything."
Liam smiled warmly, "It's been a painful jump the last one, but I'm managing," he replied, his tone upbeat despite the challenges he faced.
Together, the three of us made our way into the house, Emily's broken arm was now in a short cast without the need for a sling.
We spent the day catching up, sharing stories, and laughing together, the camaraderie and friendship lifting my spirits like nothing else could. Despite the challenges posed by our injuries, our life was beautiful in its own right.
As we settled into the comfort of Liam and Emily's home, surrounded by warmth and familiarity, I couldn't shake off the mixed emotions swirling within me. The sight of Liam in his wheelchair, strong yet vulnerable. Emily's recovery from her broken arm, and here I was, navigating life with two long leg casts and crutches.
As I prepared to leave, Liam wheeled closer to me, a thoughtful expression on his face. He leaned in and kissed my cheek gently, a silent gesture that spoke volumes about our bond.
"Jessica," he began softly, his eyes meeting mine, "I've know about the affair you had with Emily."
I hadn't expected this confession, especially not now, in the midst of our shared moments of camaraderie.
"Liam, how long have you known?"
"For a while now, since the last 2 or 3 times we travelled. Emily confided in me, and I could see the way you both looked at each other, the unspoken connection between you since high school."
My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. "I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt anyone," I murmured, feeling a weight of guilt settle over me.
"We've all made mistakes, Jess. What matters is how we move forward or backward from here." As we pulled apart, Liam's eyes stared at my broken legs, a mixture of love and concern reflected in his expression.
"I'm so grateful that you're okay, that you can walk again" he whispered, his hands gently rubbing the casts of my broken legs and then he kissed me on the lips and it happened again, I travelled back in time but to a different time.
My heart raced as I looked around, taking in the new surroundings. I was back in 1985, surrounded by the familiar faces of my high school friends and classmates. The sounds of Madonna's "Like a Virgin" playing in the background added to the nostalgic atmosphere.
I totally embraced the style of Madonna, channelling her iconic look, I was wearing a tight skirt that hugged my curves and a fitted blouse that accentuated my breasts. The blouse had a plunging neckline, adding a touch of drama to my outfit just like Emily liked. My high-heeled boots clicked against the floor as I moved... Here comes Jessica.
As I glanced around, I noticed Emily, my Emily approaching us, her cheerleading uniform and another badly sprained ankle catching my eye. She smiled warmly at me, her crutches tapping against the ground with each step. I remembered then that I came so close to break her ankle this time...
Her ankle was in a lightweight air cast that provided support and protection. The ace bandages had been coloured in a shade of purple to match her cheerleading uniform. The bandages wrapped her foot, ankle and lower leg, creating a secure fit and a very sexy look. She was totally yummy. My super strong and athletic girlfriend was injured and on crutches.
The best...
"Jessica! It's so good to see you here at the party. How have you been? How was it this time?"
I returned her smile, feeling a sense of comfort in her presence. "Emily, I'm doing good now that I'm with you! How about you? How's the ankle?"
Supported by wooden crutches and despite the injury, her bright smile and positive attitude remained undeterred. "It's OK, I'm told three more week and I will be off the crutches, you almost did it this time"
"That's good. I've missed you so much!"
"This party brings back so many memories!"
"Yeah, it's crazy to see everyone again,"
As we chatted more, she leaned in closer and whispered, "Do you think we'll ever be able to go back to the future again?"
I leaned in closer and kissed her gently on the cheek, "Don't worry, Em all I need is you"
"But hey, I can't dance with this grade 3 sprained ankle, totally non weight bearing...again.... So you'll support me?"
I nodded and grinned, looking at her sexy legs and sprained ankle.
"Sure thing!" I exclaimed, "Let's dance."
As we moved to the center of the dance floor, Emily on her crutches, she dropped them and leaned on me for support. We began to sway, her knee bent keeping her ankle elevated.
"Can you stand on it at all"
"NO"
"Yes you can baby...do it for me"
As she did, the energy was electric that shot up and down her ankle and leg, and I felt a surge of sexual attraction from her as we danced together. She was relying on me for support. Her air cast brushed against my leg, and she would occasionally shift her weight slightly, adjusting to our height difference.
As the music changed to a slow tempo, Emily and I paused for a moment, our eyes locked in an intense gaze. I took her hand in mine as we stood there, swaying gently to the beat of the music. Our breaths mingled together as we stepped closer, and I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers in a soft and sweet kiss.
Our tongues danced in a sensual and intimate embrace, drawing us closer together. The taste of her lips, the warmth of her breath, and the sound of her quiet moans filled my senses, making me feel alive and in the moment when she rubbed her wrapped ankle and lower leg against mine.
"Jess, there's something important I need to tell you..."
"What is it?" I asked, feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach.
"I'm pregnant..." she said softly.
"Pregnant? But how...when?"
"It's Liam's..." she replied, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and hope.
"I know this is a lot to take in, but I need to tell you and want you to be a part of this. I want you to be part of my life, of our life..." Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to her words, and I reached out to hold her hand.
"I...I don't know what to say...I love you Em" I finally managed to say
Our bodies pressed together as we shared a deep and emotional kiss. Our tongues tangled in a sensual dance, and my heart swelled with love and desire.
The end
K
Monday, May 13, 2024
Sunday, May 12, 2024
Saturday, May 11, 2024
Jessica then and now chapter 9
Jessica then and now
Chapter 9
1990's
I woke up to a sharp, throbbing pain that surged through my body, instantly alerting me to my new reality. Opening my eyes, I found myself in my hospital room again, but something was off. My legs were in long leg casts, suspended in the air by a system of pulleys attached to the bed. Panic gripped me momentarily as I tried to make sense of the situation.
"Where am I?" My voice sounded hoarse, unfamiliar to my ears in this moment of confusion. Looking around, I recognized the familiar surroundings of my hospital room, yet everything felt surreal, like a dream I couldn't shake off.
Memories flooded back, the fall, the accident, and the fractures that changed the course of my life. But now, here I was, back in time, the pain in my legs was real, a stark reminder of the consequences of tampering with time travel. As I lay there, grappling with the mix of relief and apprehension, a surge of determination coursed through me. This was my chance, my latest opportunity to rewrite history, to reclaim what was lost.
Despite the pain, despite the uncertainty, I knew deep down that I had to do this. "I can do this," I whispered to myself. To my surprise, Emily walked into the room, her broken right arm in a long cast and sitting in a sling, a look of concern on her face.
"Jessica, you have to stop trying back and forth to time travel" she exclaimed, her voice urgent as she approached my bed. I turned to her, my heart racing with anticipation. "Am I paralyzed this time?" I blurted out, the fear evident in my voice.
Emily shook her head gently, her eyes conveying reassurance. "No, but your legs are badly broken," she replied, her tone soothing yet matter-of-fact. "You need to rest and let the doctors take care of you. No time travelling until your legs heal "
Her words sank in, a wave of relief washing over me despite the severity of my injuries. "Thank goodness," I whispered, grateful for the clarity amid the confusion of the situation.
As Emily helped adjust my position on the bed, I couldn't help but feel a surge of love and appreciation for my best friend.
"Emily," I began, my voice filled with concern as I glanced at her broken arm, "what happened to your arm?"
She sighed softly, a hint of weariness in her eyes. "You don't remember obviously what you did to me... then just a clumsy accident," my poor friend, I touch her broken arm, she looks so sweet with that sling.
"Stop... I'll be fine; it's nothing compared to what you're going through with your shattered long legs."
I nodded, grateful for her attempt to lighten the mood. "I hope you're not in too much pain," I said, genuine worry in my tone.
"It's manageable," she reassured me, patting my hand gently. "But enough about me. How are you feeling?"
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts amidst the whirlwind of emotions. "I'm sore, but I think I'll be okay, plus being in pain means sensation in my legs, no paralysis" I replied, trying to sound more optimistic than I felt.
"I haven't seen Liam since we came back from the future," I said.
"He's been busy with his research and trying to figure out what went wrong with your latest time travel."
I nodded, understanding the gravity of our situation. "Do you think he'll be able to fix it? Or should I stay here?"
"I hope so. Liam is determined and resourceful. If anyone can figure it out, it's him."
"I miss him," I admitted, surprised by the depth of my feelings. "I didn't realize how much until now."
Emily gave me a sympathetic smile. "It's natural to feel that way, especially when you're going through a difficult time. Keep in mind that in this version of your past I'm married with Liam"
"Wow really, I just wish both of you lots of happiness."
"Thank you Jess, I'm sure he will visit you soon," Emily suggested, trying to offer comfort. "In the meantime, focus on your recovery. We'll get through this together." Her words were reassuring, and I felt a sense of determination wash over me. I was so happy for her.
Emily suddenly climbed onto the bed with me, surprising me as her presence was reassuring and conflicting. I couldn't help but feel a surge of sexual desire as her closeness and warmth felt so intoxicating. It was as if she knew what I was feeling and wanted to give me comfort. Her soft body pressing against mine as she kissed me in a passionate and erotic way.
Then she climbed over my broken right leg, she sensually rubbed herself against the rough surface of my cast. I moaned in pain... our bodies were close... our breath shallow. The hand portion of her cast roamed all over my body, exploring the curves of my breasts as I let out whispers and sighs that signalled my sexual pleasure.
The tension and pressure against my cast and broken leg continued to build, the passion rising to a feverish pitch. She was on top of me, her body moving over mine in rhythmic motion as I felt her breath become heated and her movements more intense. She slid her broken arm, her hard cast between my legs, fingers sliding inside of me.
Our bodies became a tangle as we explored each other's bodies, finding a connection that transcended time travel and marriage. Broken limbs were a maze of pleasure, our touches and moves becoming more frantic as we approached the brink of climax. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and we held on to each other tightly as we reached our orgasm loudly.
Weeks later I set out to visit my two best friends... husband and wife...Liam and Emily. I felt so bad that we had sex. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over everything, lifting my spirits despite facing what I had done.
Don't get me wrong, I loved being on crutches and in a leg cast but the discomfort of my injuries, with two long leg walking casts supporting my broken legs and crutches aiding my steps, was a very different experience. As I arrived at Liam and Emily's place, I couldn't help but marvel at the familiar surroundings that now look different through the lens of my new leap in the back. The ramp for my old wheelchair was still there.
I felt a surge of anticipation mingled with worries not knowing how much she shared with Liam. With my two long leg casts and crutches in hand, I carefully got myself out of the taxi, making sure to keep my balance despite the added weight and bulk of the casts. The rubber heels of my casts thumped against the pavement as I took my first steps, a familiar rhythm that echoed my determination to push forward. With each step, I could feel the support of the crutches swinging both long casts at the same time, allowing me to move with a surprising amount of grace and control.
Liam and Emily were waiting at the doorstep, to my surprise I was shocked to see...
Conclusion to come
K
Friday, May 10, 2024
Thursday, May 9, 2024
Jessica then and now chapter 8
Jessica then and now
Chapter 8
2030's
I received an expected call from Jessica, we both came back from the past when I looked by accident at a paper from 2037 that I had in my backpack by accident while in the past. Her voice was still very confident over the phone as she expressed her need in meeting me, how could I say no. I needed to know how my trip to the past affected her
"Hello, this is Liam," I answered, happy to get her call.
"Liam, it's Jessica, can we meet to discuss what happened on the polo field last week, well actually it was a long time ago. Decades ago."
I couldn't hide my intrigue at the prospect of meeting her. "Of course, Jessica. When would it be convenient for you?"
"Tomorrow works for me," she replied promptly. "How about at the Dark Note café again?"
"That sounds perfect," I agreed, already looking forward to our meeting. Her voice carried echoes of the young Jessica. I remembered all my trips in time to see her, to help her. From her years, tall, with incredible legs and firm sexy breasts. Her curvy silhouette had always captivated me, paired with her crutches and various leg casts over the years that filled our lives. Not having seen her in many years now, I wasn't sure what to expect.
As Saturday arrived I walked into the café, the warm aroma of coffee greeted me, mingling with the chatter of patrons and the gentle hum of conversation. I found a quiet corner table and settled in, anticipation bubbling within me for my meeting with Jessica. Time seemed to slow as I waited, my thoughts drifting to the many many discussions we had over the years from time travelling back and forth.
Suddenly, the café door swung open, and my gaze locked onto Jessica as she entered. It felt like a scene from a parallel universe; describing her as a beautiful mature woman would be an understatement. The tall, sexy woman was now in a wheelchair, she exuded grace and confidence despite her paralysis from the hip down. She navigated the space effortlessly, her arms and hands moving expertly on the wheelchair's rims as she wheeled herself forward with a determined stride.
Me and everybody else in the cafe observed Jessica, her legs were in a sleek and sexy pair of black pantyhose, accentuating their slender curves. Despite her wheelchair, she maintained an elegant appearance, wearing a stylish leather skirt that draped gracefully around her hips.
Her choice of footwear, 5-inch red stiletto heels, added a touch of pure sexiness to her look, contrasting beautifully with the black pantyhose. Even in her seated position, Jessica's legs exuded a sense of poise and beauty since for reasons that I couldn't explain, even 30 some years later she kept her muscle tone. And yet she couldn't walk or even stand on those perfect legs.
A mystery of time travelling I guess.
"Liam, it's great to be here with you," Jessica greeted warmly, her smile genuine. I leaned over and kissed her cheek this time.
"It's wonderful to see you, Jessica," I replied, looking at her stylish wheelchair. "What happened? Was it the last time you travelled in time? I inquired, curious about her current condition. To be honest I was so attracted to her in her wheelchair. Her sexy long crippled leg looked so good.
Jessica's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Just a little time travelling mishap, not the last one I guess" she explained calmly, grabbing her left leg and moving it over the right one.
"I don;t feel anything from my hips down."
I nodded, though my interest lingered. "You handle that wheelchair so gracefully, it's clear you're quite adept with it," I complimented, admiring her poise despite the challenges.
"Thank you, Liam, for you it's only been a few days, you were back last week" she responded, meeting my gaze with those big brown eyes and her wet lips. "I've been in a chair for 30 years, navigating life's obstacles is just another performance, isn't it? A different stage, but the show must go on."
"I missed you so much"
Her fingers gently traced the contours of her paralyzed legs, she was teasing me "For years and multiple trips back and forth I spent months in leg casts and crutches between my stays in my wheelchair."
As Jessica shared her time travelling experiences, I listened attentively, drawn into the challenges and triumphs she faced during her various recoveries. She spoke of the initial struggles with adapting to life in a wheelchair, the frustrations of limited mobility versus her time in leg casts and crutches.
In the midst of our conversation I got daring enough to touch her legs, her sexy long shapely and yet useless legs. That's when a thought lingered in my mind like a persistent whisper from the past.
"Jessica," I began tentatively, my words carefully chosen, "have you ever considered going back, trying again?, maybe staying in the past with me and Emily"
She looked at me with a mix of surprise and contemplation. "You mean, back in time? At the same time again on the polo field?" she clarified, her gaze meeting mine with a curious intensity.
I nodded, my eyes reflecting the curiosity that danced in hers. "Yes, back to that moment before the accident, before everything changed," I elaborated, my voice carrying a hint of wonder.
"I've tried a few times already without success," she admitted. I nodded in understanding.
"It's a decision that carries immense risks,"
Later back at her house I sat close to her in her wheelchair, her crippled leg against my leg, not just a casual touching of her knee. She smiled at me, my hand slid up her leg, caressing her thigh from knee to skirt. She slowly opened her legs for me, inviting me higher up. Then I was under her skirt, my fingers touched her.
She looked at me caressing, splitting the labia and pushing against her wet lips, my finger sliding in. She was moaning, her eyes were closed.
Her expression turned thoughtful, considering the risks and rewards of trying again.
"It could mean walking again, leaving this wheelchair behind," she said, excited at the prospect of regained mobility.
"But it also means risking new fractures, the pain and uncertainty all over again," she added.
"It's a decision that carries immense risks," I acknowledged, echoing her concerns while also recognizing the potential for a positive outcome.
"What if things don't change? What if we're stuck in a loop, repeating the same?"
"We won't know unless we try this new approach."
Finally, Jessica nodded slowly, rolling closer in her wheelchair, excitement in her eyes. She kissed me and then said "Alright, let's do it. Let's go back and try again,"
Chapter 9 to come
K
Wednesday, May 8, 2024
Tuesday, May 7, 2024
Jessica then and now chapter 7
Jessica then and now
Chapter 7
1990's
Before the audition, I was part of a fundraiser. It was a polo match to raise money for a great women's shelter. My phone rang. It was my dear friend and polo partner, Emily. Excitement bubbled in my chest as I answered, eager to discuss the upcoming match and my new job.
"Hey, Jess! I have really bad news dear" Emily's voice was filled with sadness, not mirroring my own excitement at all.
"Oh no Em is it your mom Is she OK?" I replied, the concern evident in my voice.
"Mom is fine it's me, I've been practising at the polo field and fell off my horse, nothing serious, just a stress fracture in my ankle. I have this lovely little cast for 6 weeks and crutches...can you imagine me on crutches."
"OMG Em I'm so sorry, maybe we can cancel the match tomorrow. I bet you look super cute in that cast missy" I exclaimed.
"First, yes I do look cute even sexy says Liam" Emily laughed
"Hold on, who's that Liam you are talking about?" I said
"My boyfriend, silly, what's wrong with you today. Anyway he will take my place tomorrow so the game is still on against those lawyers"
"Hey, Em, I have something exciting to tell you," I interjected, unable to contain my news any longer.
"What is it?" Emily asked, curiosity piqued.
"I've been asked to be the assistant production coordinator on a huge movie coming up called The Titanic! " I revealed, the thrill evident in my voice.
"Oh wow, that's incredible, Jess! Congratulations!" Emily's excitement matched my own.
"Thanks, Em. I appreciate your support," I replied, grateful for her encouragement. "But let's focus on you and your broken ankle. How does it feel to have a cast on...I always wanted one"
As the call ended, I felt a surge of confidence, ready to conquer whatever challenges lay ahead, both on the field and on the stage. Liam, how did I forget about Liam...
The morning of the polo match as I prepared for the day ahead, my mind briefly drifted back to an acting career that never lfted up, but I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the thrill of the polo field. I dressed carefully, selecting a pair of tailored white breeches that hugged my sexy long legs comfortably, while a navy blue polo shirt caressed my breast and hard nipples. Over it, I slipped on a lightweight navy blazer.
The outfit was completed with knee-high black leather boots, polished to a high shine, ideal for both riding and commanding attention during some bondage ritual with some of my friends with benefits. My brown hair was swept into a neat ponytail, secured with a gold hair tie that matched the accents on my polo shirt. A few strands of hair framed my face, adding a cute feminine touch to the overall look.
As I made my way to the stables, anticipation bubbled within me. Chestnut, my loyal and spirited horse, greeted me with a friendly whinny as I approached. I took a moment to pat his chestnut-coloured coat, feeling the warmth of his presence and the shared excitement for the upcoming match.
With a final check of my gear and a reassuring pat for Chestnut, I mounted him gracefully, feeling the familiar connection between rider and horse and some stares from men around the stable. Together, we trotted out onto the polo field, ready for the thrill of competition. Chestnut energy was palpable as we joined the other players on the field.
"Ready, Jess?" Emily called out leaning on her underarm crutches, her voice filled with excitement while keeping her short leg cast off the ground at all times.
"Absolutely! Look at you, you look amazing, if I had a cast fetish and was a lesbian I would fall in love with your girlfriend Liam" I replied, a grin spreading across my face looking at the sexy couple. Petite Emily was injured and so sexy on crutches and tall and strong Liam.
"Let's show them what we're made of!" I said
The game kicked off with a thunderous charge, the sound of hooves pounding against the earth adding to the adrenaline rush. As I rode up and down the field, my focus was laser-sharp, anticipating every move and strategizing with Liam to outmanoeuvre our opponents.
"Stay on their flank, Jess!" Liam's voice rang out, guiding our synchronized movements.
"I've got them!" I shouted back, my eyes locked on the ball as I controlled Chestnut with precision.
The game was fast-paced and intense, with moments of exhilaration as we scored goals and moments of tension as we defended our territory. "Great pass, Jessica!" Liam cheered..."Nice shot,Liam!" I replied.
"Victory is everything!" Liam exclaimed, beaming with joy as we rode off the field, Chestnut's mane flowing in the wind.
"It sure is," I agreed, a sense of accomplishment filling my heart with a sense of dejas vu.
A sudden commotion erupted nearby, my heart skipped a beat as I turned to see a younger man struggling to control his horse, the animal's movements becoming increasingly erratic. Before I could react, the horse veered towards us, its massive frame colliding with mine.
"Jess!" Emily's cry of alarm cut through the air from the sideline standing on her crutches, her voice filled with concern.
The impact was so sudden with my horse, missing my leg by inches, but the impact threw me off my horse and I landed awkwardly on the ground of the polo field. I was struggling to catch my breath, the surprise of my fall rendering me momentarily speechless.
Emily rushed to my side on her crutches, her eyes wide with shock and pain while she stood on her broken ankle protected by her lovely little cast.
"Hold on, Jess! We'll get you out of here!"
Tears pricked my eyes as I struggled to stay conscious, the pain radiating from my head, possible concussion overwhelming my senses. The last thing I saw was my lovely Emily on her crutches knee bent and the last thing I heard before passing out was...
"I tried Jessica, I'm so sorry" Liam said.
"What did you try "I said, wondering before passing out.
Chapter 8 to come
K
Monday, May 6, 2024
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