Tuesday, July 4, 2023
Monday, July 3, 2023
Sunday, July 2, 2023
Mysterious part 8
As I made my way back home, the memories of the evening played in my mind. Once Inside my condo unit, I closed the door behind me, standing on my crutches I leaned my back against the door, loving my quiet space after that kind of night. The room was dimly lit and I took a deep breath.
Crystal was waiting for me, sitting on a sofa, her eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation. As I settled beside her, she grabbed my broken leg and put the cast on her lap. She leaned forward, her voice laced with intrigue.
"Isabelle, tell me how did it go with the detective?"
I smiled as I began to recount our exchange, the subtle glances, and the unspoken sexual tension that hung heavy in the air. I detailed our verbal exchanges, the way his eyes looked at me with a mixture of attraction and suspicion, and the sexual pull that brought us together.
"To be honest I think he is captivated by the persona, Maybe not so much by Isabelle" I revealed, my voice a bit sad in a way.
Crystal leaned in closer,kissing my lips, her eyes widening with interest.
"And did you uncover if he will pursue the case as a murder or self defence and put an end to this stupid case?"
I sighed, the weight of the investigation settling upon my shoulders. She was helping to remove some of the pressure I felt by rubbing my exposed toes and cast.
"Not yet, my dear friend," I admitted, frustrated.
"But the night was filled with glimpses, subtle hints that the detective fetish life might hold secrets, and it is those secrets that I must uncover."
As the words hung in the air.
Crystal looked into my eyes, her unwavering support so dominant. I could see so much more in her eyes. I kissed her, she wrapped her arms around me pulling me closer. Our tongues touched our open lips. I slowly moved my broken leg and pulled her down with me. The intensity of our kiss turned me on so quickly.
"Is it tomorrow that you re-act that dam movie "I moaned
"Let's not talk about that now"
She pulled herself on top of my red cast, while rubbing my breasts and nipples she started to grind herself against my broken leg. In a slow movement, rotating her hips, her vagina dripping on my cast, we began to breathe deeply, moaning.
That sound she made against my broken leg was unique.
She pulled down my dress, I kissed her neck, she had my breasts fully exposed to her lips and tongue. I saw pure love and lust in her eyes as she looked at my round breasts. We began kissing again. I was on fire, I felt her arms tighten around me. I hadn't felt this turned on since breaking my leg.
She was shaking against my cast, I wrapped my arms around her and found the clasp of her bra. I released it and cupped her firm breasts in my hands. She responded by humping my broken leg harder. I rubbed my thumbs over her hard nipples, they were pink and fully erect.
I slid my finger in and out of her, faster and faster. The combination of my finger and hard cast made her moan even louder, her face expressing the intense pleasure she felt.
"Don't stop." she begged on the edge. She felt the long pulsing orgasm as she tipped over the edge.
The following morning, I approached Crystal once more, imploring her to rethink her decision to act on the dangerous fetish. Crystal's fascination with this particular fetish was something I had struggled to understand from the very beginning. The risks involved were far too significant to overlook. Yes she could break bones, even lose a limb but also be paralyzed or worse.
On one hand, I had learned over the last few weeks to admire the interest in cast and crutches related fetishes. But on the other hand, my fears for her safety and the potential consequences conflicted within me.
I made the daring decision to take on the role of a passenger in the second car, despite being confined to the back seat due to my long leg cast. I mentally tried to prepare myself for the potential consequences that lay ahead.
The intensity grew with a few near-misses on this quiet country road. I braced myself, holding my breath, knowing that even the slightest miscalculation could have serious consequences. This time the collision sent shock waves through the vehicle. I realized right away how intense the impact was when the cast on my leg rattled within the confines of the back seat.
In contrast, she completely lost control of her sports car, causing it to flip multiple times before finally landing on its side.
"Oh my god, noooo!" I yelled as I swiftly opened the back door, grabbed my crutches, and hurriedly reached Crystal.
Crystal lay there, her left leg twisted and trapped inside the car, her tight skirt pulled up. I approached her, abandoning my crutches and sinking onto the grass beside her. Thankfully, she was still conscious and moving.
"Don't move Crystal,"
"You think I did it Isabelle?"
Part 9 to come
K
Saturday, July 1, 2023
Friday, June 30, 2023
Mysterious part 7
"Isabelle, you look absolutely stunning," she exclaimed
I smiled, a touch of satisfaction gracing my lips while staring at myself in the mirror on my crutches. The dress embodied grace and poise.
"We have found the perfect dress, Crystal, I'm pretty sure we will have the detective's attention and imagination."
As I made my way to the register, looking at the cute saleswoman I couldn't help wondering how she would look in that cocktail dress with her full arm cast. She was too young to realize how seductive she looked.
Back in my condo, the evening of the fundraiser had arrived, anticipation and excitement was in the air. Crystal stood on two legs that evening by my side, a trusted companion, she helped me get ready.
I settled onto the edge of the bed, the long red cast on my leg a stark contrast against the black cocktail dress. The delicate fabric clung to me like a second skin, accentuating my breasts and it was the perfect look to keep some mystery and play the seductress later on if needed.
Crystal's eyes shimmered with admiration as she took in the sight before her. I could tell she had mixed emotions, as her gaze met mine. On one hand, her love for me was undeniable, but deep down, she understood that I could never be the woman to fulfil her desires as a lesbian spouse.
"Isabelle, you look absolutely gorgeous," she whispered, as we glanced at my reflection in the mirror. Elegance, while my broken leg was in a cast, was a battle but that dress did it. Crystal kissed my cheek and with a gentle touch, adjusted the hem of the dress, ensuring it draped flawlessly over the cast.
I rose to my foot, carefully balancing on my crutches and a 3 inch heel. Crystal had adjusted my crutches for the height of my heel.
I made my way to the grand entrance of the beautiful room where the gala was going to take place. I was both confident and nervous. The room came alive as I entered, conversations hushed and gazes turned towards me. Whispers filled the air, I could almost hear the soft rustle of my dress and the delicate click of my crutches against the floor.
Everybody by then knew in town that I was the one that shot the doctor, I was the one that he hurt. All eyes were drawn to exhibit #1, the woman in black, on crutches and in a full leg cast, her presence commanding attention and curiosity. I wanted to use the F, you expression but I didn't, I couldn't care less what they thought they knew about me.
I navigated the room with grace, the cast on my leg had become an integral part of me, yes he physically attacked me before I shot him between the eyes. The crutches, like elegant Italian heels would have been before, became an extension of my persona, in a way it added complexities that told everybody that the truth laid underneath my long cast. During the past few days I had read multiple stories about casters to understand and maybe manipulate the detective.
Detective Tyler's eyes found mine. In his case I could tell that first he found my cast visually attractive, he was staring at the foot portion of the cast inches from the floor. With each step on my crutches, each sway of the dress against my cast, I drew closer to him, the dance of the sexy tall broken woman.
I wondered if just role playing in a recreational cast would have the same effect on the detective, on me? If I had consented to be vulnerable by let's say having Crystal apply a cast on my leg while she pretended to be an amputee would that provide some sort of arousal for my detective? It would for me, maybe even more if she was a real amputee. God I wanted to touch her so bad.
This is so hard to explain but I realized right at that moment that the physical sensations of wearing a cast was turning me on sexually. Just like bondage did when Crystal tight my wrists to my bed. The feeling of restriction or having your whole leg totally immobilized, created a unique experience.
I smiled at him, I felt like a ballet dancer, one false move and it could be a disaster. Even if my slim and heavy cast provided a sense of security for my broken leg, the risk of being on crutches wearing one high heel was always there. Potential for sprain, tear or fractured limb.
I found myself in a delicate balance of power and vulnerability. Detective Tyler's gaze remained fixed on me, his eyes betraying a mixture of pure lust and attraction for me and what I represented at the very moment. Every explanation I gave for my broken leg, every small move while leaning on my crutches fascinated him.
Somebody once said that all my fetish stories are the same when it comes to cast and crutches. I think he couldn't have been more wrong. We all read about cast, look at cast, touch at leg cast differently. We all feel very different sexual sensations. The same can be said when I touch Crystal's amputated leg.
That small portion of a leg is sexier than her full leg was before.
Detective Tyler approached from behind. His eyes traced the contours of my ass, lingering on the red cast, before meeting my gaze. There was a sexual pull between us.
"Hello Isabelle," "You look stunning tonight."
I squeezed my crutches and smiled, I met his gaze.
"Thank you, Detective. Can I ask you a question? You are the expert, how do you read the room?"
"I'm not sure what you mean ?"
I leaned in slightly, our faces inches apart, my lips begging to be kissed, my broken leg against his leg, in a seductive whisper I said.
"Is it 75-25 for she deserves jail time? or 75-25 look at the poor woman she suffered enough, she won't be walking for months," seconds after asking him that, I slid my long cast between his legs, he couldn't move.
Detective Tyler's eyes widened, his breath catching for a moment. I was expecting him to back away so that my broken leg wouldn't be rubbing against his penis but he did the opposite, the man took a step closer, almost intentionally rubbing against it. He had balls.
"You're right Isabelle and you know it, it's like 90-10 in your favour. AT the same time, if the truth had to prevail, you wouldn't get away with murder." He looked into my eyes and slid a finger from my lips, along my neck and to my breast, lingering for a few seconds against my hard nipples and that felt like minutes.
This man...
My eyes were sparkling with mischief and I swear I could feel all the broken bones in my leg when I said,
"Detective, can you appreciate everything that I can offer as a woman, while at the same time thinking that you know the truth? That I'm a killer?"
Part 8 to come
K