Monday, July 10, 2023
Sunday, July 9, 2023
My affair part 1
My affair part 1 intro
I stood tall in front of the long mirror, analyzing my reflection. At five feet nine inches, I've always been grateful for my long legs, my sense of confidence and presence. I chose a black leather pencil skirt and a white blouse that hugged my curves just right, accentuating my slender figure. Completing the ensemble were sleek black high-heeled pumps, adding an extra level of sophistication to my look.
With each step I took, I loved the click clack of my heels through the hallway as I made my way downstairs. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the sound of my children's laughter. I made my way to the kitchen, where my husband, John, was already at the breakfast table, reading the morning newspaper on his i-Pad.
"Good morning," I greeted him with a warm smile, planting a kiss on his cheek.
John looked up from his tablet, his eyes lighting up looking at me.
"Good morning, Charlize," he replied, his voice filled with genuine affection. "You look stunning, as always." He said and I chuckled softly, accepting the compliment.
"Thank you, John. You always know how to make me feel good."
We settled into our morning routine, sipping coffee and engaging in light banter about our plans for the day. John, a successful businessman, often had a full schedule. You could say that I had transitioned into the role of a young retiree, managing our household and caring for our two children, Sarah and Jack.
As I watched John interact with our children, I couldn't help but feel happy for the life we've built together. Our beautiful home, filled with warmth and love, is a reflection of the effort we've put into our marriage.
Yet, beneath the surface I was missing something, there was a restlessness brewing within me, an unspoken desire for something more, something new and maybe scary. I wanted to literally push the boundaries of my comfort zone.
If you are reading this, you know what I mean.
The routine of school drop-offs, grocery shopping, and play-dates began to feel suffocating at times. I found myself longing for excitement, adventure, and a taste of the unknown.
As the morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over our breakfast table, I made a silent promise to myself. I vow to be opened to possibilities, maybe even act on some deep and secret desires.
I would never cheat on my husband.
Little did I know that my resolve would soon lead me down a path I never anticipated, one that would challenge my marriage and possibly tear the life I've worked so hard to build.
I took a deep breath and looked at my family, I gathered the strength to start my day and if possible embrace the unknown. Little did I know that just around the corner, a chance encounter was waiting for me, an invitation to explore the depths of passion, fetishes and betrayal.
I Finished my coffee, checked the time and realized it was time to head downtown for my meeting with our family accountant. I was far from knowing that I was about to discover the consequences that accompanied the pursuit of forbidden desires.
I won't hide that I loved high heels and with each step from the house to my car, the sharp click of my 4 inch heels against the pavement resonated in the quiet morning air. I was nervous that morning and my heart was racing, a mix of excitement and trepidation. I gracefully slid into the driver's seat of my red Tesla model X, the leather interior embraced me, and I turned on the quiet engine, ready to navigate the busy downtown streets.
As I drove into the city, skyscrapers cast long shadows in the streets ahead. My favourite podcast played in its extraordinary sound system. With 22 speakers, the conversations literally enveloped me. I navigated with my eyes looking for a safe parking spot ensuring my beloved vehicle remained free from any unsightly scratches or dings.
I drove the car into the coveted spot, exhaling a sigh of relief. Turning off the ignition, I sat there for a moment, with one hand on my pantyhose covered legs. The combination of heels and pantyhose gave me a sense of elegance and grace while my stilettos elevated my confidence and sophistication. My long fingers caressed along my pantyhose that embraced my legs, making me feel sexy and almost irresistible.
Wearing pantyhose and high heels, I carried a secret message, whispering seductively with every movement, inviting admiring glances and admiration. At that moment I felt that nothing else on my legs could ever give me that sensation.
I was so wrong.
On the other hand, the realization of the choices I was willing to make, the risks I was willing to take, intensified with each passing day. The equation was simple, the liberation and fulfillment equalled a price I was ready to pay but that I was yet to fully understand.
I gazed into the mirror and reapplied my red lipstick then stepped out of the car, the click of my heels echoing on the streets. The sun's rays caressed my skin and looking back I had really missed dressing up like this. The subtle click of my heels, my leather skirt against my curves, and the feeling of confidence only limited by the poor quality of the sidewalk. I navigated with care, ensuring not to fall and risk an unfortunate ankle sprain or even worse a fracture.
As the summer breeze gently rustled through my hair, I walked along the busy streets downtown full of businessmen and women. The vibrant energy of the city was contagious, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation.
While lost in my thoughts, I collided with a woman walking quietly in the opposite direction, causing me to lose my footing for a brief moment. My left ankle twisted painfully, and I let out an involuntary "ouch" as a sharp jolt shot through my leg.
"Are you okay, miss?" she asked me, as she extended a helping hand.
I winced, bending my knee to rub my throbbing ankle.
"I'm fine, so sorry. I wasn't looking," I replied, a tinge of embarrassment in my voice.
With a gentle smile, she reassured me, "Let me help you to the café where you can rest your ankle."
Grateful for her kindness, I accepted her offer, placing my hand in hers for support. As we slowly made our way to the café, she explained that she had to leave, as she was due in court in just 15 minutes. I thanked her for her help and apologized again for the unexpected collision.
This was a beautiful little café, I didn't remember seeing it before, tucked-away. Aroma of freshly ground coffee was so inviting that I forgot all about my ankle for a minute. Later on after sipping my coffee, I noticed him at a nearby table, his gaze lingering on my long legs and then my fingers as I rubbed my injured ankle.
A shiver ran down my spine as our eyes met, a connection for sure and followed by a hint of intrigue. His gaze was both intense and curious, as if he were trying to understand the story behind my injured ankle.
Part 2 to come
Saturday, July 8, 2023
My affair prologue
In the gripping tale of "My Affair," I found myself at the centre of the storm. My name is Charlize, and on the surface, my life seemed perfect, a devoted husband, a beautiful family, and a comfortable existence. But deep within, I felt restlessness, I was craving for something new.
I stood before the mirror, looking half decent, with a desire for adventure. I was aware of the line I could not cross, the vow I made to honour my marriage. Yet, the monotony threatened to suffocate me, urging me to seek new challenges other than the status quo.
I embarked on a journey that would forever change my life. The first steps outside my comfort zone were hesitant, but I knew I had to face my desires. And that's when I met Roberto, an enigmatic artist and so much more who stirred the fire inside me.
Roberto's unconventional desires and unorthodox approach to sexual pleasure captivated my senses and imagination. His world offered an escape from the familiar, a chance to explore uncharted territories of passion. I was torn between the stability of my marriage and the seductive allure of this forbidden attraction. I teeter on the edge of a precipice.
As the weeks unfolds, the boundaries blurred, and I was left grappling with the profound consequences of my choices.
The thrills and the guilt.
"My Affair" is my tale of exploring, my secrets, desires, betrayal, and self-discovery. It challenged my notions of loyalty and morality, forcing me to question the boundaries I have.
This is my story and yet nothing is as it seems, and the choices I made will be felt both physically and mentally through my life.
Charlize
Friday, July 7, 2023
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