Tuesday, August 1, 2023
Monday, July 31, 2023
Psychiatrist prologue
Step into my world, I'm Dr. Connor Miller, a compassionate and enigmatic psychiatrist whose life takes an unexpected turn when I met Sophie Thompson, a high-end lawyer with a magnetic pull. From the moment she walks into my office, her presence demands attention, and a subtle yet alluring limp adds to her intriguing mystery.
As Sophie opens up about her deepest desires, I find myself drawn into her world of defending famous clients, vulnerability and passion. The boundaries between doctor and client blur, and I'm faced with a challenging line not to cross.
Her fetishes, her fascination with power dynamics, and her crazy attraction to pain, both receiving and giving, present a captivating complexity that I cannot resist exploring.With each session, our connection deepens, and the undeniable chemistry between us sparks a very intense sexual attraction, yet, I must tread carefully, aware of the ethical dilemma that lies before me. As a professional, I must guide her towards self-acceptance, but the magnetic pull between us tempts me to break the rules.
In this scintillating tale of modern romance, Sophie's journey becomes mixed with my own. Can I remain the composed and understanding therapist she needs, or will her forbidden fantasies lead us down a path of passion and self-discovery?
Join me as I discover love, intimacy, and desires in this captivating story .
Connor
Sunday, July 30, 2023
Saturday, July 29, 2023
My affair conclusion
My affair conclusion audio intro
Her broken arms held me with a gentle yet firm grip, as our kiss deepened, the tip of her tongue slipped between my lips and gently touched mine. My mouth opened slightly, allowing her access. Our tongues began to play, first gently, and then more insistent. The kiss deepened and our mingled breath became heavy. I squeezed my crutches hard as she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, teeth gently grazing it.
The boys were looking at us captivated, Roberto crossed his leg and rubbed his toes at the end of his own cast while his eyes landed on Emily first then me.
"Charlize, I love how you move with your broken legs in those casts"
Her hand slid down and pulled my broken leg higher between her legs, then she moved her fingers up my cast, across the swell of my hips, and then crept up to cup my large breast, gently squeezing it, feeling its fullness.
Later, she slid a hand around to the front, catching my nipple that was fully erected through the thin material of my summer dress, between her thumb and forefinger; rolling it between them. I cried out with pleasure, while she played with me and I nibbled her inviting neck.
I had never been dominated like that by a young woman. The whole journey from my slightly sprained ankle, my affair, my broken legs, John's hidden fetishes and his affair with Emily had transformed not just my perspective, but my whole life. I looked at John, whose eyes mirrored Roberto's sentiment, filled with love but I wasn't sure if it was for me or Emily.
As the painting session began, I watched Roberto lower down his broken leg and stand on his cast, his broken leg sending waves of pain. He was painting us, the 2 women that seemed to dance together in one erotic and sensual domination. Roberto's injured leg and pain increased his creative flow. He saw our beauty emerging from the most unexpected injuries and experiences.
Her other hand came up, capturing my other breast, rubbing it with her wrist brace as her mouth descended, licking and kissing my collar bone, then she pulled my summer dress up and off me, throwing it to John who was speechless.
She kissed the top of my breasts that were barely contained in my black lace bra, and then she undid it. My erect pink nipples were fully exposed. Her lips hungrily covering one of them, pulling it into her mouth and running her tongue over it while rubbing against my hard cast.
John grabbed Roberto's crutches and moved around the room, staring at us, capturing the beauty of the dominant and submissive, broken legs and broken arm. His presence on crutches added a touch of "je ne sais quoi", maybe just a reminder that art could transform reality.
Roberto's keen eye caught every detail, even the way Emily's juices were sliding along one of my broken legs while she rubbed herself harder and moaned. He painted in details the delicate positioning of my crutches and the pain on my lips from standing only on one broken leg while the other was higher up between Emily's legs.
He was an artist that captured not just the sensual physical shape of my long leg casts but the connections between all 4 of us in our past.
One of her hands came up, running into my hair, slightly pulling, my eyes closed and neck arched as she sucked on my neck with her lips and teeth. Almost...breaking skin...
"Oh god, Emily," I murmured and dropped my crutches, relying on this sexy young woman to keep me standing on one long leg walking cast, small rubber heel.
I began to untie her arm brace, wanting to feel and see if she had any scars. Her hand was shaking, she was so close to her orgasm squeezing my cast I unbuttoned her blouse and then ran a hand across her small perky breasts, her hard nipples, feeling them harden as I explored them.
Abruptly, Roberto limped off his broken leg, re-breaking it I'm sure in the process and he pulled Emily away from me by twisting her broken arm in a very awkward angle. He then grabbed me by the waist, and painfully limped back and set me on the long desk in the corner.
He looked up at me with both his hands on my casts, my lips inviting and eyes full of mysteries, locking his gaze as his hands slid up my broken legs and found my wet vagina.
"Charlize, you have to decide?" John said while rubbing and twisting Emily injured arm and wrist.
"No I don't," I smiled looking at my lover standing on his recently broken leg caressing my long casts.
I felt a surge of sensuality. It was a mixture of wanting Roberto deep inside me, acceptance from John of my need and want to be permanently on crutches, and a newfound sense of freedom being loved by Emily, a sexy young and intriguing woman.
I felt his hard penis slide into me very slowly at first, It felt so good to have him inside me in my wetness. I was grinding against him wanting more. He moved in and out.
"Oh Roberto" I moaned his name while he leaned on my casts keeping his broken leg bent to release some pressure, some pain.
The arousal building within me, "I'm going to cum." I panted, my eyes now shut tightly. My face showed pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain. Then I felt him filling me up with cum inside me. My long body shook, I could feel the spasms and vibrations from my orgasm.
"Wow, that was amazing." His kiss lingered, time seemed to stand still.
Emily walked back to me cradling her arm, it was bent at the wrist, did John break her arm or wrist?
I took her in my arms then kissed her. As our lips eventually parted, I gazed into Emily's eyes, seeing a reflection of my own pain after breaking my legs.
"Are you in pain?"
"Yes...not bad, it will need to be realigned before the cast" She showed me her poor wrist.
"I have some casting material, I don't know why but I was expecting something like this, let me help you Emily" Roberto said, grabbing his crutches to stand but I stopped him right away. I put my summer dress back on and said.
"No I will do it"
I looked at Emily's wrist, now swollen, as she gingerly cradled it in her other hand. Pain etched across her face, but still smiling at me. It tore at my heart to see her suffering, but as an ex emergency room nurse, I knew how to help her.
"Sit down," I said gently, guiding her on my crutches to the couch in our living room.
Taking a deep breath, I focused on her wrist, swelling had already set in, making the task ahead more challenging.
"I'll take care of you, I've reduced 100's of broken wrists in the past" I assured her by lying slightly.
I touched the tender areas, trying to assess the severity of the fracture.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" I asked softly leaning on my crutches to free my hands. Then I leaned over her and kissed her broken wrist, sliding my wet tongue along.
Then I started to work on her broken wrist. I applied just enough pressure to elicit a wince, signifying the exact spot where the fracture resided. Carefully, I began the process of realignment.
"It will hurt a bit as I try to realign the bones, but it's necessary as you know,"
With each adjustment, I felt her pain, even though she tried her best to hide it. Our eyes met, and in that silent exchange, I saw her trust in me. Using my hands and fingers, I gently manipulate the broken wrist. Applying controlled pressure, I gradually guided the bones back into their proper position until we both heard the snapping sound.
Once the wrist was realigned, it was time to stabilise it with Roberto's casting material. John had been a great help to bring water and the materials. I immersed the cast in warm water, activating the material and started the intimate act of wrapping the cast around her wrist. My long fingers lovingly encircled her broken wrist, securing the cast with a touch that was both firm and gentle.
As the cast began to harden, I softly smoothed the surface, ensuring a seamless appearance. I paid extra attention to the edges, to avoid any roughness that might cause discomfort. When I was done I turned my attention to Emily, offering her a tender smile filled with love. With the cast complete, I took a step back on my crutches and admired my handiwork. Her wrist, once broken and vulnerable, was now protected.
"Thank you Charlize," she said, her voice filled with emotion.
I leaned over and kissed her sweet lips while she cradled her new pink cast.
Roberto put in the final brushstroke. The painting seemed to breathe with life, it captured the love, pain and the healing that merged from it all. Roberto left on his crutches with possibly a new broken leg, Emily with her new pink cast protecting her broken wrist and I turned toward John and said.
"We need to talk"
Leaning tall and in control of my 2 long leg walking cast and crutches, smiling from ear to ear.
The end
K
Friday, July 28, 2023
Thursday, July 27, 2023
My affair part 10
I sat in our living room, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness about seeing Roberto's again and in the presence of John. I was wearing a summer dress, the fabric draping gently over my long leg casts. I was nervous and kept adjusting the crutches by my side, they were a reminder of so much my life had changed.
The casts were pristine and new, last time in full leg casts I was told yesterday. As I awaited Roberto's arrival, I couldn't help but wonder about the deeper meaning behind John's request to have our portrait painted by Roberto.
Roberto's arrival would serve one purpose at least for me, to put an end to this.
I walked on my crutches into the living room and sat down with my crutches on the floor beside me. I was filled with anticipation as Roberto's arrival drew near. John had surprised me once this week and I was in for another surprise, I could feel it.
With the news that he had hired Roberto, the man I had an affair with, I had to wonder if it was really a symbol that he had moved one? Or something else.
Our doorbell chimed, and my heart fluttered with anticipation. I was both excited and scared of what was coming up. I carefully leaned down to retrieve my crutches, struggled to stand and find my balance on my two long leg casts. John rushed to answer the door, his own anticipation evident in his eyes.
What was he planning or did he know something I didn't?
And there stood Roberto, his presence a breathtaking sight that sent a jolt of electricity through me. But to my surprise, he wasn't alone and he leaned on a pair of crutches, with a black cast on his lower right leg that he kept off the floor, no weight on it. Leaning on a pair of wooden crutches made him radiate even more than he did before. I'm not sure if the shared experience of navigating the world on crutches created an extra connection between us.
As Roberto entered our home smoothly on his crutches, his eyes didn't meet mine, his eyes went straight to my long leg casts and exposed toes. His gazes lingered for a moment longer than necessary on my two badly broken legs.
In that fleeting instant, I saw John smile at me, he was telling me in not so many words, "gotcha", the intrigue stirred something within me, did he have anything to do with Roberto's broken limb?
John, ever so perceptive, greeted Roberto with a warm and totally fake concern.
"I'm sorry to hear about your broken leg, Roberto. How did it happen?" He asked him with his hand resting on my shoulder, looking at his black cast and my 2 long casts. It was like John was telling me, see what happens when you cheat Charlize.
Roberto smiled, his blue eyes twinkling, his black cast sitting on top of his good foot while he squeezed his crutches,
"Ah, it was a clumsy misstep on a broken down sidewalk around my studio" he replied, while I was looking at his white sock at the end of the cast.
"Well, accidents happen so fast. I hope you're not in too much pain." John asked
Roberto's gaze shifted briefly to his leg cast before returning to meet John's eyes.
"It's nothing serious, just a temporary setback. But enough about me, let's focus on the reason I'm here to see Charlize again and the painting off course"
To my surprise, the young woman from the café with the broken arm, who had shared her own story, was his assistant. Her full arm cast had been replaced with a short wrist brace.
Roberto's eyes met mine, "Charlize, it's so nice to see you again, so sorry about your accident" he said, his voice filled with warmth.
"Thank you Roberto for agreeing to paint us."
Roberto introduced the young woman by his side as Emily, a talented artist in her own right. Her presence added a new dimension to the painting session. I knew of her obvious attraction to cast.
I observed Emily with intrigue while she didn't hide her interest in my broken legs. There was a quiet confidence about her, it felt like she had played in this story before, she knew the script.
There was a surprise that awaited me. John turned to Emily, with a tender smile, he leaned in and kissed her cheek while lightly squeezing the young woman's wrist brace, a gesture that revealed a connection between them that caught me totally off guard.
How did John and Emily know each other?
John, sensing my surprise, reached out to take my hand, his touch felt uncertain like I was discovering a whole new side of my husband.
"Charlize, Emily and I actually know each other from a few months back when I helped her after she fell and broke her arm. She...works in my company," he admitted.
"I was telling her about your accident, your poor broken legs and she suggested the painting and offered to introduce Roberto to me. I hope you don't mind."
I gazed into John's eyes, what? He hopes I don't mind?
Seriously wake me up this is an episode of The Twilight Zone, it can't be real. The young woman confirmed my dream when she kissed my husband on the lips, almost sending her tongue inside his mouth. The touch of their lips, however brief, held a hint of familiarity and intimacy that caught me off guard...Again.
Was I feeling jealous? I couldn't deny the attraction I felt toward Emily. She was a beautiful young woman, petite and sexy. It was not just physical beauty that drew me to her. We connected on a deeper level.
With a gentle grace, Roberto positioned himself on a nearby chair, making sure to rest his injured leg. Emily set up his easel, arranging the vibrant paints and brushes within easy reach. The room seemed to come alive. I was alive.
"Are we ready?" Roberto asked
"Not yet "I said, smiling at my husband and ex-lover.
My heart was pounding in my chest, without thinking, I reached down and grabbed my crutches, struggling to rise from the couch with my 2 long leg casts. I smiled and positioned the crutches firmly under my arms, relying on them again for dear life.
"What are you doing?" John asked
I ignored him, as I prepared to make my way towards Emily, I took a deep breath. I loved the sound caused by the weight of my two long leg casts, rubber heels scraping against the hardwood floor. It was a distinct sensation. With each cautious step, I swung my casts between the crutches with the sound of the rubber heels on the casts echoed in the room.
I was not graceful, but I moved closer to Emily. I felt like a crippled woman with 2 leg braces. My eyes were searching Emily's face for any sign of understanding. She smiled and cradled her broken arm that was in that short brace now.
As I finally reached Emily, a surge of emotions coursed through me. I could feel the wrist brace wrapping around me and heard a slight moan, maybe her arm was really broken. I slid my left cast between her legs, she squeezed her legs around it and against her vagina. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. The touch of her lips against mine sent ripples of electricity throughout my body.
I wanted her so bad and I wanted them to watch us.
Conclusion to come
K