Tuesday, August 29, 2023
Monday, August 28, 2023
Sexy bone Specialist part 5
After my successful event with Alexandra, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity about the upcoming meeting with Henry, the mysterious potential client. As I prepared for our meeting, I took extra care in choosing my attire, wanting to make a strong first impression without pushing that I was a doctor.
The warm water from the shower cascaded over me, soothing and washing away the cares of the long day after 2 long surgeries. I was very careful in my shower, I savoured the sensation of the droplets on my left leg, now a shapely stump. The water dripped along the long scars. My mind wandered as I contemplated what lay ahead.
With a sense of purpose, I hopped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a plush towel, my dark hair cascading in damp waves. Balancing on my crutches, I moved gracefully across the room.
As I stood before the mirror, I couldn't help but scrutinize my reflection, my missing leg, a mixture of self-assurance and concern in my gaze. That concern came from past experience where some men reacted badly to my one leg and crutches.
Yet, I selected a sexy black cocktail dress, one that accentuated my curves, exuded an air of confidence and displayed both my sexy and strong right leg and my stump. The deep black fabric clung to my figure, it was both elegant and sexy.
Balancing delicately on one leg while my crutches leaned against the wall, I slid into a high heel pump, its click echoing in the room like a warning call...Vivian is coming. I applied a subtle touch of makeup, enhancing my features without overshadowing my enigmatic green eyes.
As I stood before the mirror, the image that stared back at me was that of a doctor who defied convention, a woman who embraced sexual desires in all their forms. My crutches were always within reach, ready to support me on new adventures.
The designated meeting spot was a beautiful restaurant/ business meeting place just outside London, a place where secrets could be shared without fear of prying eyes. I arrived a bit early, my heart pounding with curiosity. The ambience was upscale and set the stage for our clandestine encounter.
I chose a corner table tucked away from the main path, where we could talk without drawing too much attention. Minutes later, a man that I guessed was Henry walked in. He was a man of mystery, his presence commanding. Dressed in a tailored suit that spoke of sophistication, he moved with grace. His dark hair framed a chiselled face with a hint of rugged charm, and dark brown eyes.
Our gazes met, and there was an unspoken understanding that passed between us plus he saw my crutches. In a strange way. You could say that we were two individuals drawn together by a shared fascination. As he approached the table, I rose to my foot, extending a hand in greeting
"Henry," I said, my voice warm. "I'm Vivian. It's a pleasure to meet you."
He took my hand, his grip firm. "The pleasure is mine. I've been following your posts on social media with great interest."
We settled into our seats, the dim light casting an aura of intrigue around us. The menu lay forgotten as we jumped into the purpose of our meeting about the boundaries we were willing to push.
It's so strange how sometimes I seem to totally miss the elephant in the room. Here we were settled into our corner table at this elegant restaurant, the ambience seemed to protect us like Alexandra long leg cast protected her broken leg. That was until Henry leaned in slightly as if ready to share a well-guarded secret that was going to shake me to the bones.
"Dr. Caldwell," he began, his voice very serious. God I felt like I needed to work on my anonymity since both clients so far knew my name before we started. But that was the least of my problems with Henry.
"I must admit that my interest in your work goes beyond mere curiosity. I've been tasked by your hospital to do a rather unique private, very private investigation" I was ready to pass out. I regarded him with intrigue trying hard to regain control and let's be honest save my career.
"And how does my private life fit into this investigation, Henry?"
He paused looking straight into my eyes, as if carefully choosing his words and trying to read my mind, my deepest secrets.
"I believe that your unconventional services, your ability to provide individuals with experiences that test their boundaries, may hold a key to understanding certain aspects of human behaviour and psychology." I had no ideas where he was going with this.
"To be blunt, YOUR hospital is interested in exploring the motivations behind your clients' desires to have such a painful experience like breaking a bone, the psychological impact of being in a leg cast for months and using crutches, and the resilience, I mean doctor I don't know how you broke Alexandra leg but wow, that's something else"
I nodded, beginning to grasp the scope of his inquiry. "So, you're seeking to gain insights into the human psyche through the lens of sexual pain, desire and immobilization?"
"Precisely, Dr. Caldwell. I believe that by understanding the motivations and psychological processes involved in seeking out your services, we can shed light on some of the most profound sexual fetishes."
Before I could respond, a sudden urge led me to excuse myself and make my way to the ladies room. With a practised fluidity gained over the years since losing my left leg, I pushed back my chair and rose to my single remaining foot, balancing gracefully on the slender heel of my high heeled pump.
With a sensual sway of my hips, I reached for my crutches, their sleek metal frames catching Henry's eyes. I positioned them under my arms. Then, with a graceful transition, I shifted my weight onto my remaining leg, I felt my muscles flexing beneath the smooth fabric of my pantyhose. I always loved how the delicate arch of my high-heeled pump accentuated the sexy curve of my calf.
With each step, my leg moved in rhythm between my crutches, simple, efficient and very sensual. As I made my way, I could feel the weight of Henry's gaze on me, his fascination evident . My physicality, the way I moved on my crutches, had always been a source of intrigue for those who met me for the first time.
In the ladies room, there was another woman beside me in a wheelchair with both her lower legs in white casts. As I stood before the mirror on my crutches, she was staring at my dark wavy hair cascading around my shoulders, I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of myself. My green eyes that looked mysterious and her beautiful broken legs or ankles.
I wished that Henry's eyes traced the lines of my shapely leg that extended from my slender thigh to the sleek high-heeled pump lille she was doing without pretending not to. It was a sight that may or may not have captivated him but sure was captivating her. Some men and women are attracted to amputees, some only to ladies in leg cast, I hoped he was into both.
With measured movements, I smiled at the lady and said "Hope you are not in too much pain" and I rubbed my stump, I rubbed the scars under my fingers, it was a subtle invitation, an acknowledgement of the physical and sensual reality. She licked her lips and we both left the ladies room.
As I gracefully returned to our table, Henry's silent admiration was obvious. I leaned my crutches against the wall, and with practised poise, I balanced on my single remaining leg, the slender high-heeled pump providing unwavering support as I lowered myself into the chair.
Henry's eyes remained transfixed on me, rendering him momentarily speechless.
I smiled and said. "I believe they call it sex appeal...Just kidding"
His gaze continued to linger on me, and after a moment that seemed too long, he spoke. "Thank you, Dr. Caldwell. Vivian, may I call you Vivian?"
"Yes."
Henry's was quick to draw a connection. "Perhaps one of the reasons women seek your unique services, Vivian, is precisely what you've just demonstrated. I mean pure beauty and sensuality, with the graceful use of crutches."
The poor man was so turned on by the situation, by me that what came next was ...
I noticed a familiar figure approaching, and I smiled at this beautiful woman and felt a tingle between my leg and stump. Here came Alexandra, confidently navigating the café on her crutches like a pro. Henry turned to see who I was smiling at and her presence was a captivating sight for him. Her bandage dress elegantly showcasing her leg cast, her leg that I broke for her.
Part 6 to come
K
Sunday, August 27, 2023
Flight attendant part 2
I leapt out of the window in desperation and fear of what the alternative would bring. But the impact with the ground delivered excruciating pain that shot up my leg. The pavement was cold and waves of agony radiated from my foot, leaving me gasping for breath.
"Miss, run!" the stranger's voice urged. He reminded me of my coach back when I was 16, encouraging me to get up, walk it out...Even if we found out later that day that my foot was broken in 2 places coach Jones.
"I can't... my foot... I think it's broken," I managed to gasp between ragged breaths. The pain was relentless, making even the thought of movement a daunting challenge. I role played last year with my ex-girlfriend scenes of bondage and torture but my broken foot was an instrument of torture like nothing we did.
Left alone in the dim alley, a sense of isolation enveloped me. The stranger who had momentarily been my lifeline had disappeared into the night, likely fleeing Marco's rage. However, there was another pressing concern, I needed to locate my glasses. Without them, I was virtually blind and very vulnerable.
With cautious steps, I reached out around me, my fingertips trembling as they grazed over the uneven surface beneath. A rush of relief flooded over me as my fingers brushed against the cool surface of my glasses. I carefully lifted them to my face and secured them over my eyes.
With my glasses perched back on my nose, the world around me snapped into focus, revealing the true nature of the alley's menacing atmosphere. My gaze dropped to my throbbing foot, the pain now visible, swelling had already set in, turning my left foot and leg totally useless.
"You can do it Jewel "I told myself.
I attempted to rise, to put distance between me and the nightmare I was desperate to escape. But with each excruciating step, my foot rebelled against me, the pain a relentless reminder that it was indeed broken.
Gritting my teeth, I forced myself into a limping, hopping rhythm, each step a fight between pain and my determination to flee. With my very slow progression, the scary darkness of the night seemed even more hostile.
Each step I took, fuelled by adrenaline only, was increasing the damage to my already fractured limb. The pain intensified with every movement and my actions were going to prolong my recovery. Even if I loved sexual bondage, being bound to a cast and crutches longer, was not a pleasure of mine physically or sexually.
I hated crutches.
A wave of fear as I considered the possible consequences. The fact that I'm diabetic added an additional layer of concern. Diabetes could complicate the healing process, extending the time I would spend immobilized in non weight bearing cast while reliant on crutches or even worse, amputation if infection settles in.
Marco's voice cut through the night, "Jewel...where are you" a chilling reminder that he was still close. Panic was pushing to force my fractured foot to obey. I had to escape or face rape and possibly death.
I pushed my body to its limits until I stumbled. I felt unable to stand but I continued to press forward, crawling a few more feet. Tears mixed with the sweat on my face.
His voice echoed again in the distance, his anger palpable but hope came in the shape of a young woman, her face etched with concern, and rode towards me on a Vespa. The vibrant red motorbike zipped to a stop, its engine purring like a cat.
"Signorina, tutto bene? Miss are you OK?" she repeated in English, her voice laced with genuine worry.
Pain and shock seized my voice, rendering me momentarily speechless. Little did I know at that moment that the name of this beautiful young woman was Maria. She had sprung into action like my super hero.
"Quick, let me help you onto the back of my Vespa. We need to get out of here, it's really not safe Miss, and you need to be careful not to stand on your broken foot," Maria instructed me, her nursing student instincts kicking in.
With her help I managed to hop to the back of the Vespa. I wrapped my arms around her, holding tight. The jolts and bumps of the ride intensified the pain in my fractured foot. As we sped away from my nightmare, the wind on my face felt like a balm. Maria navigated the narrow streets with skill on her Vespa. My focus remained on the road ahead, half-expecting Marco to materialize on every corner, his presence a shadow that refused to dissipate.
During the ride, Maria's voice broke through the haze of pain and fear. "My apartment is close. We'll take you there, and I'll do my best with your broken foot Miss."
I managed a weak nod and said "Thank you. Maybe it's just bruise"
"Oh no Miss it's broken"
Within 30 minutes, we arrived at Maria's apartment. Gingerly easing myself off the Vespa, I made sure not to put any weight on my broken foot. Leaning on Maria for support, I hopped awkwardly towards her apartment. The rhythm was slow and painful.
Maria's strong presence helped me navigate her apartment and she helped me sit on the couch. Her concern remained evident in her face. I watched as she meticulously assessed my foot, her fingers moving with a gentle precision..
"What do you think doctor Maria, just a bruise?" I asked, smiling at her.
"It feels and looks like you might have broken two metatarsal bones. You need an X-ray to determine the extent of the damage."
The simple hope for a bruise or stress fracture was dashed, replaced by the possibility of a more complex injury that in my situation met months casted and on crutches.
"What's our next step?" I inquired, my voice nervous and concerned.
"We need to go to my hospital where I intern," Maria stated firmly.
As reluctant as I was to face the hospital, Maria's conviction was a reassurance that couldn't be ignored. Arriving at the hospital, her knowledge proved invaluable. After the X'ray the doctor took away any hopes I had left,
"Your metatarsal bones are indeed broken. We will apply a cast to your lower leg to stabilize them as they heal and you will need to use crutches."
How long will I be confined to a cast? How would I manage my daily life? When I was 16 and broke the same foot, because of my diabetes the healing process took longer and I was in various casts and crutches for a total of 12 weeks.
The doctor turned his attention to Maria, a smile in his eyes.
Part 3 to come
K
Saturday, August 26, 2023
Sexy Bone Specialist part 4
Alexandra's eyes met mine, and her gaze looked sad, a weight she had been carrying. As I prepared the leg cast material, she took a deep breath and began to speak, her voice tinged with remorse.
"Dr. Caldwell," Alexandra began, her words filled with sincerity, "there's something I need to tell you, something that's been on my mind since we first met."
I paused, grabbed my crutches, and came closer to her giving her my full attention.
"It was my sister," she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion. "The accident that led to you losing your leg."
I couldn't hide the surprise that registered on my face as I absorbed the weight of her revelation.
"Your sister?" I repeated, seeking clarity.
"Yes, she was 17, driving alone. It was a terrible accident. She hit the motorcycle, lost control of her vehicle, and she crashed into a tree. Your leg was crushed upon impact."
Alexandra's words hung in the air... I wasn't sure what to say. "Please call me Vivian"
With Alexandra's broken leg between us and my amputation between me and her sister, I approached slowly on my crutches. I could feel the anticipation in the air, Alexandra's eyes remained fixed on me.
"My apologies, I couldn't help but be captivated by the beauty of your broken leg," I said to distract from the weight of Alexandra's revelation.
"The accident brought us together, your sister's accident, her broken leg, it's all part of our story now. Ready for that lovely blue cast?" I leaned over and kissed her soft lips.
Alexandra softly cried, happy it was in the open now. Her wet eyes held mine.
"It's part of us and yes I'm so ready"
With my gloved hands I said "The cast will go from your upper thigh to mid-foot"
I examined her broken leg, slight swelling had begun, a natural response to the double fracture. Her beautiful broken leg was now mine. My fingers gently added padding at her knee, ankle, and heel to make the cast very comfortable.
She had selected light blue casting material, I dipped the casting material into a basin of warm water and after removing the extra water I was ready. With a steady grace, with one crutch and standing on my leg, I began to encircle Alexandra's broken leg, starting at her foot and ankle. Each layer, meticulously applied, created a protective cocoon that embraced her shapely leg to perfection. The material, once pliable, began to set in place.
"I can't help but think of your sister, with her shattered leg" I admitted, my hands moving with a delicate touch along Alex's broken leg. Alexandra smiled but I knew her leg was very painful, she refused the pain medicine.
As the cast continued to ascend, inch by inch along her perfect leg, I found myself caught in a delicate balance. It wasn't just about applying a leg cast; it was about our connection since day one. I couldn't deny my growing affection for this younger woman. With each layer, I strived for a balance between creating a slim, artistic, and undeniably sexy cast while ensuring it provided the necessary support and complete immobilization of her broken leg.
I was determined to follow the contours of Alexandra's shapely leg. My gloved fingers, tracing the exquisite lines of her broken leg, rubbing the casting material with precision.
The process was methodical, each layer more important than the previous one.
Alexandra's leg was now protected in a blue cast.
With the final layer in place, I grabbed my crutches and stepped back to admire my work, a full leg cast still setting, holding promise and liberation. Alexandra lay on the table, her broken leg in this long cast, bent at the knee, non weight bearing for the next 8 weeks..
"Alexandra, you look incredibly sexy in that cast. How are you feeling?"
"It's unlike anything I've ever experienced, simply amazing, Dr... Vivian, sorry. Thank you."
"Close your eyes, Alex, if you trust me. You know you can't move while your cast sets," I said, and she nodded in trust but breathing harder, excited and thrilled.
I secured Alexandra's wrists to the Fracture Table, a newfound level of sexual intimacy enveloped us. Her trust in me was palpable. I did the same to her left leg. All 3 limbs gently but securely fastened, I could see the anticipation in her eyes, a mix of lust and eagerness and by reflex when she tried to move her broken leg... she moaned.
"You're doing wonderfully, Alexandra," I whispered, my voice a soothing reassurance. "Your leg will heal beautifully, and you'll enjoy this experience on crutches with this long leg cast like nothing before."
"Did you imagine your sister tied like this when she broke her leg?"
I watched her with affection, then I cut her shirt and bra with a scalpel leaving her exposed. From the slender curves of her leg cast to her beautiful breasts...She was perfect.
I lowered the Fracture Table and leaned over her, her big eyes staring into mine, I kissed her lips and pressed my breasts against hers. My tongue probed her mouth, my hands cupped her breasts, and I rubbed my thumbs over her fully erected nipples.
Breaking the kiss to her lips she moaned but she stared at me joining her on the table, my stump between her cast and leg. I kissed and licked down her throat, licking her nipples, flicking them with my fingernails between licks.
"I was in so much pain after your sister hit me" I said while leaning down between her cast and leg.
"I'm so sor.." I didn't let her finish and plunged 2 fingers inside her. Then I used my tongue and licked and sucked her clitories. She couldn't resist it anymore and welcomed the orgasms, wave after wave hit her.
I stood by Alexandra's side and untied her wrists and leg, my own heart filled with love that I had not expected. I found myself falling for this woman in a way I had never anticipated.
When the cast had fully set I leaned in close to her, my lips brushing against her ear.
"You're incredible, and I'm so grateful to have shared this experience with you Alexandra."
After our intimate moment and as Alexandra's cast had fully set, it was time to focus on her mobility and the fitting of her crutches. Now that she was equipped with her crutches and a new T-shirt, I couldn't help but admire her beauty.
As she settled onto her crutches, her broken leg elevated above the floor, I leaned on my own crutches and moved to her to kiss her.
"It was a successful first experience, Alexandra," I said, my voice filled with happiness.
"And I look forward to the future, to helping more clients embrace their desires."
Alexandra nodded, a grateful smile playing on her lips. "I'll never forget this, Vivian, and I'm excited to see where it leads me and you."
As Alexandra and I continued our conversation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement about the possibilities that lay ahead for both of us. The room held a lingering energy, a reminder of the unique connection we had together..
"Alexandra, there's something I should tell you. I have a meeting planned for tomorrow evening with a potential client #2."
Her eyes widened with curiosity. "That's wonderful! Tell me more."
I smiled, a hint of mystery in my gaze. "It's with someone who is intrigued by the experiences I offer"
Alexandra leaned in closer on her crutches, her interest piqued. "How intriguing! Do you know much about him or her?"
I shook my head, deliberately keeping certain details hidden. "Nothing"
Little did I know that this mysterious potential client, Henry, was not just seeking a meeting but was also an investigator with his own hidden agenda, one that would soon intertwine with our world in unexpected ways.
Part 5 to come
K
Friday, August 25, 2023
Flight attendant part 1
I was looking forward to my flight from Montreal to Rome, excited to explore a new city as I made my way through the Montreal Trudeau airport in my sexy new high heels shoes. My name is Jewel, I'm a flight attendant in my late twenties, known for my sense of adventure. Little did I know, this layover would become a nightmare etched into my memory forever.
As passengers began to board, I stood near the entrance in my crisp uniform, ready to welcome them aboard. My short, tight-fitting skirt hugged my curves in a way that felt both professional and slightly daring, almost slutty and I loved it. The tailored blouse accentuated my figure, the fabric smooth against my skin as I moved. On my feet were four-inch killer heels that added an extra touch of elegance, though they often left my feet sore after a long flight.
I was also wearing a pair of glasses. I was legally blind without them after close to 15 years fighting diabetes in my foot and eyes mostly.
The passengers streamed in, each greeted by my warm smile and polite welcome. And then, I saw him, he was walking down the ramp towards the entry of the plane. His presence was magnetic, drawing my gaze. He was rugged and handsome, a combination impossible to ignore. As he approached, our eyes met, and he flashed a charismatic smile that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Welcome aboard sir," I greeted, my voice steady despite the rapid fluttering of my heart.
"Thank you," he replied with a grin.
Throughout the flight, we exchanged occasional glances, and a few friendly words whenever I passed his seat. The chemistry was undeniable, an unspoken connection that hinted at something more than casual conversation.
"Can I get you anything, sir?" I asked during the in-flight service, my heart pounding like a teenager.
"Just a glass of water, thank you," he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. Earlier I noticed him staring at my long legs but now he was staring deep in my eyes and I was day dreaming that he was licking me all over.
After the meal, as the cabin lights dimmed and passengers settled in for rest, I found myself seated in the galley, reviewing the flight's details. Suddenly, the soft chime of the call button pulled me out of my thoughts. It was Mr Alessio, Marco, again, looking at me with an inviting grin.
"Hello, I know this is a bit unconventional, but would you be interested in grabbing a drink together during your layover in Rome?" he asked.
I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of intrigue and attraction. "I suppose a soft drink wouldn't hurt, can't have alcohol during layover" I replied, returning his smile.
"Great! I know a cozy place not far from your hotel. Meet me there around 8?" He suggested and told me the name of the bar.
I agreed, my heart racing a little faster than usual. The prospect of a spontaneous adventure felt exhilarating but how did he know my hotel?
The evening in Rome was warm, with a gentle breeze weaving its way through the cobblestone streets. Following Alessio's directions, I navigated the charming cityscape until I reached the little bar he had mentioned.
After a long flight, I changed out of my uniform before meeting Alessio. I slipped into a deep burgundy dress that flowed around me, replacing my professional uniform. However, I couldn't part with my four-inch killer heels, they gave me a touch of confidence and, perhaps, a hint of vulnerability.
My glasses, on my nose, were the companions of countless late-night, I kept thinking that they were framing my eyes with an air of intellect.
"Jewel, you made it!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up.
"Hi, Marco. Nice choice of place," I replied, taking a seat beside him and crossing my long legs, trust me I knew what I was doing.
We chatted for hours, our conversation flowing effortlessly from one topic to another. Marco seemed to have an air of mystery around him that I couldn't identify yet. I found myself drawn closer to him and loved the way he looked at my legs.
After my first diet coke with a lime, a strange warmth spread through my body. I dismissed it as the effects of the long flight. However when my senses began to blur, my words became sluggish, and my thoughts hazy, I knew better. Panicky, I tried to stand, but my limbs betrayed me.
"Marco, what... What did you...Do" I stammered, my vision fading.
"Shh, Jewel. Just relax. You'll be fine," he murmured soothingly, his voice was fading and darkness consumed me.
When I awoke, my surroundings were unfamiliar. My head throbbed, and as my senses gradually returned, I realized I was in a small apartment with one window. Something was terribly wrong. I struggled to move, only to find my wrists and ankles tightly bound, spreadeagled, to my bed posts still wearing my heels. I was scared and yet strangely it was a sexual turn on to be tied.
"Marco!" I screamed, panic surging through me.
"Ah, you're awake," a chilling voice echoed from the shadows.
My heart raced as I strained to focus on the figure emerging from the darkness. It was Marco, but the warmth in his eyes had been replaced by something sinister.
"Marco, what is this? Why am I tied up? What did you do to me?" I demanded, my voice quivering.
"You see, Jewel, you're here because I can... You are a tease. I have to go but the moment I'm back I will explain the plans I have for you."
Fear gripped me like a vice. The man I had shared laughter and stories with had transformed into a nightmarish figure, obsessed and possibly deranged.
"Let me go, Marco! This is madness!" I shouted, my voice breaking.
His laughter echoed through the hallway when he left me alone, sending shivers down my spine. From a charming stranger to my worst nightmare. As I struggled against my restraints, I knew that escaping his clutches would be the fight of my life until.
Unexpectedly, the sound of shuffling footsteps approached the apartment door. I felt panic and hope as the door burst open, revealing a stranger who seemed to materialize as my saviour. He quickly began untying the restraints that had kept me imprisoned.
"We need to hurry, miss," the stranger whispered urgently.
I followed him as we made our way through the apartment. Just as we reached the door, a sound from the stairwell froze me in my tracks. Marco was coming back. With no time to spare, I made my way to the window. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I considered my options. Removing my high heels seemed prudent, reducing the risk of a broken ankle or leg as I prepared to leap ten feet to the ground below.
I jumped out of the window, but a searing pain shot through my foot as it made contact with the ground. A cry of anguish escaped my lips as I crumbled to the floor, the world spinning around me.
"Miss runnnn!", the stranger yelled urgently.
"I can't... my foot...I think it's broken" I gasped, the pain rendering me helpless.
Part 2 to come
K
Thursday, August 24, 2023
Wednesday, August 23, 2023
Flight attendant prologue
Hello, my name is Jewel and I will be your flight attendant in the story. I invite you to join me in my story of twists and turns in Italy. Flight attendant by profession, my life has always been about exploration and adventure. From the moment I step onto an airplane, my heart soars with the anticipation of new horizons, new connections, and new romance waiting to unfold.
My scary tale began on a flight from Montreal to Rome, where I crossed paths with Marco Alessio. Beautiful and sexy man, he shattered the boundaries of my reality, leading me down a path I could never have foreseen.
From a charming encounter on the flight to the sinister depths of captivity, my life takes a dramatic turn, thrusting me into a world of fear, injury and survival. But inside the darkness I meet Maria, a beautiful little and sexy Italian.
So, let's embark on this journey together. From romance, horror, pain, wild sex and everything in between.
Are you ready to dive in?
Jewel