Sunday, July 16, 2023
Saturday, July 15, 2023
My affair part 4
"Charlize, you've come to the right place," he leaned in and planted a soft, unexpected kiss on my lips. I didn't see it coming, but the electricity that surged through me intensifying the desires that had brought us together.
I offered my leg, my heart pounding with anticipation. Roberto's hands moved with precision and care as he carefully began the casting process, each touch strengthening the connection between us
He began by gently wrapping a soft layer of padding around my leg, creating a comforting shield against the firmness that would follow. With a steady hand Roberto proceeded to apply the vibrant red fibreglass casting tape, layer after layer, carefully placing my leg in a cast.
As the cast slowly took shape, a whirlwind of emotions stirred within me. I couldn't help but be captivated by Roberto's skilful hands, sculpting the cast with meticulous care to ensure a perfect fit, allowing it to trace the contours of my lower leg flawlessly. Our eyes met, and in that moment, I saw him as an artist, effortlessly moulding and shaping the material, accompanied by the soothing melodies of Alexandra Stréliski's latest album, Néo-Romance, playing softly in the background.
How did he know she was my favourite piano player?
Once the casting was complete, he helped me to my right foot. I was feeling the weight of the cast against my lower leg. Roberto placed a pair of crutches beside me, their presence a reminder that there was no going back. I grabbed the crutches and positioned them under my arms.
With Roberto by my side, I took my first tentative steps on my crutches, the casted leg bent behind me and suspended in mid-air. I navigated the space around me, aware of the curious glances and unspoken questions that my new condition would arise. The world, family and public became a stage to act on, and I'm the new persona in this forbidden play.
"I think I deserve a coffee with a beautiful lady casted and on crutches" he said
I smiled and made my way to Roberto slowly on my crutches. I leaned forward and kissed him, he smiled and kissed me back.
"Let's go to the café" I said.
But he put his arms around me and pulled me closer to him and went deeper into our kiss. My cast was against his leg and it became passionate as I slipped my tongue between his lips. I leaned against him and felt his penis get so hard against my thigh and I smiled, knowing where he would like this to lead.
"Not now, not today" I moaned into his mouth trying to regain control.
Together, Roberto and I ventured out towards the café with the lovely noise of my crutches against the pavement bringing all the attention towards us. I was so turned on by the casting process and the clandestine affair, that I was surprised when a sense of guilt began to gnaw at the edges of my conscience. The weight of betraying John and the vows we had made threatened to suffocate me. I was torn between my pleasure of being on crutches and wearing a cast, my attraction towards Roberto and the love I still held for my husband.
As I entered the busy café, the reality of my journey hit me in the face negotiating on my crutches and cast to a table. Quickly with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle hum of conversation I felt at ease.
We found an empty table in the corner, where I carefully settled myself into a chair, Roberto lifting my "broken leg" on a spare chair to keep my freshly fractured ankle elevated and positioning my crutches within reach. It just felt so real that I started fantasizing about Roberto making love to me.
A curious glance from the young woman with the broken arm I saw yesterday, she looked at my cast. Roberto smiled at me sensing my unease, he leaned in and spoke softly,
"You're doing great, Charlize. Remember, this is just another part of your persona. Enjoy it"
I allowed myself to relax, knowing that I was in the presence of someone who saw me yesterday, healthy and on 2 legs, when she came to us. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on my leg cast.
"May I...?" she began, her voice trailing off as she removed her broken arm from her sling and gestured towards my cast with her own broken arm.
I nodded, granting her permission. The touch of her exposed fingers at the end of her arm cast on my cast sent a surge of erotic pleasure coursed through my body. She traced the contours of the cast gently with her fingers while her cast rubbed against mine creating an OSMR sound making me want to slide that long arm cast between my legs so bad but her curiosity saved me as she asked,
"How did you break your ankle Charlize?"
I took a deep breath, how did she know my name?
"Yesterday, I had a misstep while wearing 4 inch heels and felt a sharp pain in my ankle. Initially, I thought it was just a sprain, but this morning a trip to the hospital and the X-rays revealed that it was actually broken."
She listened intently, her eyes showing sympathy while licking her lips.
"That must have been quite a shock," she remarked softly.
I nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
"It definitely caught me off guard, but the Xrays don't lie. At the very least It's a clean break. After 6 weeks on crutches I will be walking again. It's challenging since it's my first break ever, but it's life."
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned in closer to whisper in my ear. She intentionally let her arm cast rub against my breasts lightly, then her thumb pressed against my nipples. My nipples were fully erect.
"You are a very bad liar but so beautiful in your cast. One word of advise Charlize be very careful what you wish for" she moaned
For the next 30 minutes we chatted about living with an injured limb. From the physical challenges but also the psychological and emotional aspects of living with an injury. She was a psychology major at the local university.
Throughout our conversation, Roberto offered support and insight when needed. Later when leaving Roberto I had a better understanding of my desires, a better understanding of my affair since, let's call a cat a cat even if he applied a recreational cast on my leg, it was still an affair.
The complexities of this newfound persona would need to face the task of explaining to John why my leg is in this red cast and why I would be relying on crutches for the next six weeks. The prospect of that conversation, my sexual attraction towards Roberto and understanding of who I was becoming lay ahead of me.
One phrase echoed in my mind "Charlize be very careful what you wish for".
Part 5 to come
Friday, July 14, 2023
My affair part 4 small intro.
Small audio intro to part 4. The full part 4 will be available Saturday morning.
K
Thursday, July 13, 2023
My affair part 3
"I never thought about recreational cast," I admitted, a smile playing on my lips.
"It sounds exciting. Do you have any suggestions on how to get started?"
Roberto's eyes sparkled with a mix of enthusiasm and reassurance as he responded,
"Don't worry, I can take care of everything for you. I'll make sure to get all the necessary materials and handle the casting process myself. You won't have to worry about anything."
I listened intently as Roberto explained the process of recreational casting. Intrigued by his passion, I couldn't help but wonder about his motivations. Why an interest in such a strange fetish.
"It's fascinating to hear about recreational casting," I said, crossing my long legs and rubbing my injured ankle slowly, watching his reaction. Some would say teasing him.
"But I'm curious, Roberto, what do you get out of it?"
Roberto's expression shifted slightly, his eyes revealing a mix of excitement and pure lust.
"Well, Charlize, it's true that I use unconventional processes to please some of my sexual desires and I love to challenge societal norms. Recreational casting, for me, goes beyond just creating beautiful and useful casts. When applying a leg cast on a sexy woman like yourself, there is a power dynamic between the caster and the one being cast."
Oh my, I was so curious now, I removed my high heel shoe from my injured foot. I was rubbing my ankle, foot and toes. He could't stop staring at my leg and ankle.
"Could you elaborate on that?"
Roberto took a deep breath, staring at my small foot, toes and my long fingers.
"You see, there is a certain sexy vulnerability that comes with wearing a non weight bearing leg cast and using crutches for a few weeks. It opens up a space for trust and intimacy. By applying the cast and providing the support you need for your slightly injured ankle, I find a sense of connection and let's be honest sexual attraction. It's a delicate balance between the casting artist and the married and injured model." He said staring at my wedding right.
I absorbed his words, squeezing my legs together when he leaned over and grabbed my high heel shoe, caressing the smooth leather and the stiletto heel.
He then grabbed my food in his hands, rubbing my sprained ankle, sliding his hands from my ankle to my calf muscles. I just stared into his eyes while spreading my legs open. I looked around when his fingers reached my vagina rubbing against my panties. I moaned quietly.
"Not here, not in public" I said
But I was so turned on by him, by his honesty, by the idea of being casted, by the physical limitation with emotional, psychological and sexual attraction.
"I, I understand," I finally responded, my voice filled with sexual need to be so much more than only touched between the legs.
Roberto smiled. "Thank you for being open, Charlize." his fingers slid beside my panties and entered inside my vagina, the air seemed to disappear in the room, I couldnt breath staring at his lips and mouth.
"Oh my god..." I moaned
I was intrigued by the audacity of his moves, of his desires while feeling his fingers inside me, curling against my clitoris. I closed my eyes.
"Imagine Charlize, your sexy long and strong leg in a vivid red cast and navigating your world with crutches. No pain at all, but rather pure pleasure and some vulnerability. Remembering this very moment when you came for the first time in public"
I couldn't stop it anymore, my body shook from the orgasm that rocked my world while I pushed his fingers between my legs even harder and deeper inside.
After our enlightening conversation, we reached a mutual understanding that Roberto wouldn't apply the recreational cast on my leg that day. We both recognized the importance of taking time to consider such a decision, especially since wearing the cast would mean committing to it for several weeks. I would need to make up a story.
As the realization settled in, I couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards Roberto. Our encounter had opened a door to a world of possibilities, one where vulnerability, trust, and unconventional expressions of lust. The idea of making a story for wearing a recreational cast was so much more than just a physical experience, a journey towards understanding my own desires and my boundaries.
Leaving the bustling café, I found myself in a daze, limping on the sidewalk with my injured ankle throbbing more and more. The encounter with Roberto had left me in a state of disarray, my panties still damp from what we shared. I was torn between the comfort of my marriage and this newfound sexual connection. The ache in my ankle mirrored the connection.
The sensations between my legs served as a constant reminder of the passion I felt. It exhilarated and terrified me at the same time. I knew that choosing to pursue this path with Roberto would come at a price but the attraction was undeniable, stirring a desire that had long been suppressed.
Taking time to sleep on it would assist me in reaching the right decision. At the very least a clearer perspective I hoped.
I was half right about that.
The next morning I dressed in joggers, shorts, and a t-shirt, I told my husband I was going to a softball game with friends. But instead, I found myself standing outside Roberto's discreet art studio, anticipation surging through my veins. With every step I took, the weight of secrecy and desire grew heavier in the air.
As I entered the studio, my eyes were immediately drawn to his paintings adorning the walls. Each piece skilfully showcased the intricate interplay between strength and vulnerability, a testament to Roberto Robinson's artistic approach.
I was so excited as I approached the casting table, fully aware that accepting to be casted would mean so much more than the physical cast. Roberto's fingers were holding crutches, my crutches, as if caressing the smooth surface. I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to speak.
"Roberto, I've been thinking about this," I confessed, my voice quivering with anticipation, ready to step back and go home.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with desire.
"First tell me, Charlize. What is it that you seek?" he inquired, his voice laced with a hint of excitement.
My heart raced out of control.
"I wanted to explore my boundaries," I replied, past tense despite what my body was telling me.
A knowing smile played on Roberto's lips as he gently took hold of my hand.
"Charlize, you've come to the right place," he said and he kissed me.
Part 4 to come
K
Wednesday, July 12, 2023
Tuesday, July 11, 2023
My affair part 2
The café buzzed with activity, and I took a moment to survey the eclectic crowd. People of different backgrounds and interests filled the space, creating an atmosphere of vibrant energy.
As I let my gaze wander, my eyes were drawn to a figure seated at a corner table. He stood out from the rest, tall and impeccably dressed, exuding an air of confidence and intrigue. His dark hair framed a chiselled face, while his piercing blue eyes seemed to hold a world of secrets.
Then I saw a woman walk to him, he was intrigued by the younger woman talking to him. He was engaging in a conversation while touching the woman's broken arm that was in a long pink cast resting in a sling.
My curiosity was piqued and I couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation to the best I could. He seemed genuinely interested in the story behind her broken arm, and I couldn't help but wonder how the poor girl broke her arm. Silently, listening intently as they continue their conversation.
He had a charming smile and he asked her how the cast felt on her arm, not how she broke it. She responded, seemingly amused, sharing about her daily routine and the reaction of her boyfriend to her long arm cast. Her words struck a chord within me, as I wondered how my husband would react if I was in the same situation.
He was probing her further and I noticed she was hesitating when she glanced in my direction staring at my legs and injured ankle. I will never know if she knew I was listening but she described to him how sex was while in a full arm cast. She really went into detail and explained the complexities.
"Thank you for the cast, I love it" She said to him but stared at me.
I felt the weight of her message, her arm isn't broken. She stood and left the café, smiling at me again.
I found myself irresistibly drawn towards him. I had never done that before, I stood and limped closer to him, guided by je ne sais quoi. As I approached his table, my sprained ankle protested with every step I took, but my determination outweighed the pain. OK let's be honest here, the pain wasn't that bad. Our eyes met and he smiled at me. I offered a shy smile in return, feeling an unspoken connection ignite between us.
"May I join you?" I asked, my voice laced with a mixture of hesitation and anticipation. Anticipation for what? After all we were in a public bistro.
"Please, have a seat, rest that ankle miss" he responded, gesturing towards the empty chair across from him but looking at my sprained ankle.
I carefully settled into the seat, mindful of my injured ankle. There was a new type of excitement running through my veins as we engaged in casual conversation, sharing snippets of our lives and exchanging pleasantries. His name was Roberto Robinson and he had my total attention.
"I'm an artist," he whispered, his voice so sensual.
"I love capturing the beauty of the human form in every shape it takes, even in its delicate conditions like if injured or broken."
The words "conditions and broken" echoed through my mind with the memory of the young lady I had seen earlier. Could she be one of those captivating forms he spoke of? At that moment, I couldn't help but imagine the young lady as a result of Roberto artistry, gracefully limited with her broken arm cast and sling. The tender vulnerability of her condition seemed to add to her look, inviting admiration for the resilience she showed in her full arm cast.
Roberto's words played on in my mind like Slave to Love from Bryan Ferry. I wanted to know more about the connection between his artistic talents and the mysterious woman.
As we kept talking, I became really interested in what he had to say. Roberto's enthusiasm was contagious, and I couldn't help but be drawn to his words. While we were chatting, I noticed that Roberto's eyes quickly glanced down at my lower legs, specifically my sprained left ankle. It was clear that he noticed the discomfort it was causing me as I walked over to his table. Suddenly, his expression changed, and if I had to describe it, I would say he looked like a cat about to eat a canary. He leaned forward slightly, as if he had something important to share, a secret.
"Charlize, have you ever considered recreational casting for your sprained ankle?" Roberto asked, his voice gentle and filled with genuine concern.
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his suggestion. "Recreational casting? What do you mean?"
He leaned back, a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"Well, it's a unique approach to healing and recovery. Instead of just using a traditional medical brace, recreational casting involves creating a customized and sexy leg cast that not only supports the injured ankle but also provides a sense of comfort and even enjoyment during the healing process."
I listened intently, a mixture of curiosity and skepticism brewing within me.
"Wait, how does it actually work? Don't I need to see a doctor or go to the hospital?" I asked, feeling a mixture of curiosity and concern while looking at my ankle.
Roberto's smile grew wider, and he seemed eager to explain.
"No, not at all! You don't need any medical procedures like realigning bones or going to the hospital, It's just a mild sprain" he reassured me.
"Recreational casting is a different approach. It's about providing stability for a certain period of time while turning your injury into something special. You can make it a sensual experience by choosing a bright and colourful cast. It's not just about looks, It can actually help your healing process go faster," he explained passionately.
"Instead of feeling down about your injury, you can embrace it as a temporary adventure and find happiness in the process of getting better. Plus, it's a great way to start conversations and share your unique story with others, you become a new persona of yourself" Roberto concluded, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.
As I listened to Roberto's words. I pictured myself for the first time on crutches, gracefully moving with them with a red or sleek black cast on my lower leg. The image of it intrigued me, and I couldn't help but wonder about the curious questions I would receive from others.
I imagined them approaching me, their eyes drawn to my injured limb.
"What happened to your leg Charlize?"
Part 3 to come