Thursday, July 6, 2023
Mysterious, conclusion
Even with my short leg cast I could still barely put any weight on my broken leg. I began my preparations for the evening with my detective, as I hopped around the room. Balancing on one leg, I carefully selected my outfit, taking into account both style and what he would love to see me in. I chose a stunning dress, its fabric flowing gracefully with every step I took on my crutches. The length was perfect, short, showing off my leg and cast while clinging to my curves.
Getting dressed was so much easier without the full leg cast as I delicately slid my dress on, ensuring my breasts were on display. I paused for a moment, grabbed one crutch and took a few steps on the rubber heel of my cast. Small steps...Grabbed my second crutch and made my way to the mirror.
I settled myself in front of the mirror, my crutches within reach, did my hair and makeup. A touch of foundation smoothed out any imperfections, while a dusting of blush brought colour to my cheeks. My eyes sparkled as I applied eyeliner and a sweep of mascara. Pearl earrings completed the look.
Feeling good about my date, I decided to give my walking cast another try. As I prepared to take my first steps, my crutches stood nearby, ready to provide support if needed. However, this time, I decided to borrow a stylish cane from Crystal.
Gently placing my walking cast on the floor, I slowly transferred my weight to my broken leg. It felt ok, It seemed as if my broken leg was ready for this challenge after all. But despite my initial progress, it quickly became apparent that my broken leg was not yet ready to bear the full weight of my body. Patience, I said to myself and grabbed my crutches.
Before making my way to the living room, I stood before the mirror. I felt like a sexy and confident woman. Tonight was the night. I emerged from my condo on my crutches, knee bent and smiling in the direction of the detective.
As I approached Andrew's waiting car, a surge of excitement coursed through my veins, he was no longer my detective but Andrew. I caught sight of him beside the wide-open passenger door, his face adorned with a comforting smile. He gazed at me with a sense of admiration, his eyes fixed on my strong leg's taut muscles as I stood gracefully on my crutches.
With his support, the transition from crutches to car was easy. Gently, he took hold of my hand, guiding me while I limped. He helped me lower myself into the seat. I then watched as he put my crutches in the back seat of his car.
"You're absolutely beautiful Isabelle," he said
"Thank you Andrew," I said, smiling at him.
In my mind I was sitting sideways with my leg cast proudly on display, I rested it delicately on his laps, noticing the undeniable reaction.
Our date was perfect, a combination of seduction, laughter and deep conversations. We both could feel the passions and desires along the way. His hands and fingers were always close to my cast or on my leg.
As we made our way back to his car, the night air carried a sense of intimacy. He stole glances at me on my crutches with our steps in sync, as we approached his car.
"How about a nightcap at my place?"
The car ride was filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated by stolen glances and a shared understanding of the connection we had forged.
Upon arriving at my condo building, Andrew emerged from the car, got my crutches from the back seat and gently opened the door for me. With his hand extended, he helped me step out on my good leg and I positioned my crutches under my arms.
We settled into a cosy corner of my living room, the soft glow of candles casting a warm ambience around us while my broken leg rested on his laps. With glasses of wine in hand, we sat close, our eyes locked in anticipation.
He was the perfect gentleman but I wanted more. He then reached under my leg and cast and lifted me up in his strong arm while his mouth locked to mine. He carried me to my bedroom, no need for crutches. He sat me on my makeup desk, perfect height for what was to come.
My tongue roamed inside his mouth, while I could feel his hands on my thighs, sliding higher, pushing my dress up. I saw his eyes and hand on my short cast, his attraction for my broken limb was undeniable. His other hand was between my legs, against my silk panties, I moaned while he pressed harder against my wet vagina.
I grabbed his hand, sliding it along my blue cast to the exact location where my leg was broken.
"This is where he broke my leg" I opened his pants and freed his long and large penis.
"It must have been so painful Isabelle," He said, lifting me up in his strong arms. He pulled me closer to him, his penis fully erected between my thighs. Then I felt him thrust up and slide effortlessly into me, because I was dripping wet, lowering me onto his hard penis.
I was moaning, looking deep into his eyes while he lifted me up again. I lifted my mouth from his to breathe. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he carried me to my bed. My eyes were closed, my cast against him, I loved the sensation of his hard and long penis inside me getting me closer and closer to my orgasm.
I wrapped my broken leg around his back the best I could with my cast, the rough surface rubbing against him and he loved it. I was so close, my eyes closed and I screamed so loud as my orgasm ran through my body, shaking.
I saw him back up and then he pulled me closer. Kissing me deeply while embracing.
"I love you Isabelle"
The end
Wednesday, July 5, 2023
Tuesday, July 4, 2023
Mysterious part 9
The stakes were higher now, Crystal mapped out her plan, considering every possible angle and avenue to pursue based on how high her amputation had been above her knee. They were not able to save her leg.
Days had turned into months, and years. She had been consumed by her pursuit, fuelled by a shared hunger of being on crutches, in her case it was now permanent.
Today, I had a crucial appointment with the detective. Preparing for the meeting, I adjusted my clothes to accommodate my new leg cast. The new cast was below the knee, non-weight bearing cast in dark blue. Very nice looking.
As I took each step, my knee remained delicately bent, and my trusty crutches propelled me forward with every determined push. However, the days ahead held promises, for in the coming weeks, I would gradually begin to bear some weight on my healing leg, marking a step towards recovery.
I stepped into the police station, the gazes of officers and detectives turned even more curious, their attention piqued by the recent fundraiser event. I had left a certain je ne sais quoi behind in my sexy dress that evening. Despite the lingering stares, I continue my trek to the detective office.
Detective Tyler stood at his desk, his eyes met mine, then stared at my new cast and exposed toes.
"Detective Tyler, you have good news for me?." I regarded him with a mix of curiosity and attraction.
As he spoke, he meticulously unravelled the process that led them to my innocence, deeming the case closed under the umbrella of self-defence without a shadow of a doubt. In his eyes, I think I saw lust, illuminating the room as he unveiled the findings. With each word he removed the burden that weighed upon my shoulders, bringing an end to this chapter of my life.
I nodded, a small smile playing on my red lips.
"Well that is great news, Detective," I replied to his long explanation. He leaned back in his chair smiling.
"How's the new cast? Must be so much easier"
"I have to admit that this below the knee cast is more practical and convenient, compared to the full leg cast, it allows easier movement, making certain activities significantly easier."
I crossed my long legs and rubbed my cast, a faint smile on my face thinking of certain activities with my detective, almost licking my lips.
He was staring at my long fingers rubbing my blue cast and then he asked "And what about showering? Has the shorter leg cast made that process more manageable? "
A sense of relief washed over me as I recalled the struggles of showering with a full leg cast without a sexy detective with me in the shower, holding me, touching me.
"Absolutely, Detective. Showering has become significantly easier."
His eyes were kind, and I could sense the attraction in his gaze. Gathering my courage, I decided to address the unspoken sexual tension that lingered between us.
"You know, Detective," I began, "despite the challenges that came with my sexy leg cast and using crutches, there have been unexpected pleasures."
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on mine, literally drinking every word "Do tell."
I took a deep breath, sood on my good leg and positioned my crutches under my arms.
"Well, it's strange, but I've noticed how people can find beauty in the most unconventional places. It's almost as if my cast and crutches have become part of my sex appeal detective"
He couldn't resist a smile.
"You're absolutely right, In fact Isabelle, I find you incredibly beautiful, not just in spite of your leg cast, but because of it. Both your legs are fantastic"
A heartfelt confession from my detective, and yet, it felt like the missing piece of the puzzle we had been building between us over the last few weeks. I walked to him on my crutches and rested my short cast on his legs, almost between them if you know what I mean.
"Thank you," I whispered.
The detective reached out and gently took my broken leg in his hands, his touch against my exposed toes sending a shiver of warmth through my veins. I leaned forward and we kissed.
As my detective helped me sit facing him we continued our conversation. His gaze remained fixed on my broken leg, on my short leg cast. There was a tenderness in his eyes, as if he saw something beyond the injury, a sexy sexual attraction in its own unique way.
He took a deep breath,with a touch of vulnerability he said,
"I've never admitted to anybody my love for sexy women in cast and using crutches. The beautiful contrast between the blue cast on one leg and the elegance of your healthy long leg."
I was speechless and happy.
As I hobble along the sidewalk, leaning on my crutches, the warm summer breeze caresses my face, bringing a sense of relief and comfort since the case against me was officially over. It's been six long weeks since he broke my leg, but today, as I make my way home, I can't help but feel a spark of happiness bubbling within me and I look forward to telling Crystal all about my meeting with my detective. My summer dress sways gently with each step. With each deliberate swing of my crutches, I reach the steps leading to my condo unit, to my best friend.
As I stood there inside my condo, my heart pounding with anticipation, hearing the sound of Crystal crutches. The "Plan" accident had taken her leg. She was beautiful, the crutches were a permanent part of her life. I admired her letting her amputation define part of her sexual appeal.
With a deep breath, Crystal took a step forward, her crutches supporting her as she moved towards me. It was a moment that I had seen her pretending 1000's of time but to see her very short stump was so different, tears welled up in my eyes.
We held each other tightly to the best we could while on crutches before we moved to my spacious bathroom. We sat and kissed. I delicately untied the straps that secured the stump cover. I reached for warm water and a soft cloth, preparing to wash Crystal's amputated leg with utmost care and devotion.
With each stroke of the cloth against it, Crystal caressed my breasts, my hard nipples. It became an expression of love making in our own way. As I cleaned Crystal's leg she gently pinched my nipples. We were both shaking from the sexual tension and pleasure.
My sexy amputee.
I finished washing, I reached for a soft towel, carefully patting her stump dry. I then leaned over it and slid 2 fingers inside her vagina as I kissed the long scar of her amputated leg. She moaned quietly until her orgasm rocked her body.
I held Crystal close, I wrapped my arms around her after the orgasm pleased my sexy crippled lover.
Conclusion to come
K
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