Wednesday, September 20, 2023
Tuesday, September 19, 2023
Monday, September 18, 2023
Sexy Bone Specialist prologue
In the heart of London's Mayfair district, I live a life that hides a clandestine world. It's a world I've carefully crafted behind the walls of my own house. I am Dr. Vivian Caldwell, an orthopaedic surgeon, known for my dedication and my remarkable vision, a vision that extends beyond the traditional boundaries of medicine.
My colleagues admire me for my expertise, and my patients value me for my compassion.
But beneath the surface of professionalism, beneath the pristine white coats and the facade of a tall and beautiful woman, I have a secret sexual desire, some would say a fetish but it's so much more.
My fascination lies in the human bones. It's a story that began in my teenage years, an age when most worried about identity, desire and first love. I for one wrote short erotic stories during that time, stories that would later ignite an extraordinary passion within me. Combining those stories with my passion for bones.
As the years passed, my admiration for the elegance of broken limbs grew, a fascination with the grace with which people handled such injuries. It was a fascination that would go on to shape the course of my life in ways I could never have foreseen.
You could say I marvel at the power of the human body to break and heal bones, and I wanted to explore it in ways that no one had dared before. What if we...
But there's a twist to my story. I am, in many ways, a paradox. A tall, stunning, elegant, and graceful woman, I possess dark, wavy hair, sensual lips, and enigmatic green eyes that have captivated the hearts of both men and women.
Yet, fate dealt me a different hand on a fateful day. I became an above-the-knee amputee due to an accident, forever dependent on crutches to navigate my world. My left leg became a mere memory, and my crutches became my constant companions.
Let's delve deeper into who I am. I'm a blend of resilience, intelligence, and audacity. I am a woman who defies conventions, challenging societal norms to help my clients experience the limits of their own physical endurance and sexual pleasures.
I hope you will join me.
Vivian
Sunday, September 17, 2023
Saturday, September 16, 2023
Flight attendant conclusion
Our journey had brought us to this moment, the culmination of our daring escape plan. The Trudeau International airport buzzed with activity as travellers walked quickly lost in their own worlds.
I was just sitting in a wheelchair dressed comfortably, ideal for our long flight. A soft, oversized sweater in grey, providing warmth with a plain white t-shirt under. Like my mom would say, my jeans were well-loved, I had cut off one leg of the jeans to accommodate my long leg cast, a practical adjustment that allowed me the freedom of movement essential for someone like me using crutches. On my foot, I had a comfortable sneaker.
Maria had made a discreet call to the Montreal Police about Marco's that was tied in my apartment. It was a necessary step to ensure his safety, it weighed heavily on our minds. We had no illusions about the danger that still lurked in the shadows, but we were determined to face it head-on, together. Marco dying in my apartment was not an option even for our safety.
As we waited at our gate, I couldn't help but glance around nervously, half-expecting to see a familiar face from our past. But the minutes passed, and there was no sign of Marco or his associates. Perhaps, for now, we had managed to elude them.
Our flight to the Seychelles Islands was the next leg of our journey. We had chosen this remote paradise as our destination, a place where we could live without fear of being found. The islands with their pristine beaches, azure waters, and the promise of anonymity. What more could I ask for? Perhaps two fully functional legs? But that's for another story.
Arriving at the plane's door sitting in my wheelchair, Maria helped me stand, kissed my cheek and with my crutches in hand, I made my way to our first-class seats. We settled into our seats, each carrying a sense of anticipation for the unknown that lay ahead. As the engines roared to life and the plane taxied down the runway, I took Maria's hand in mine, finding comfort in her presence.
16 hours later, we touched down in the Seychelles, our tired bodies buzzing with the excitement of our arrival. Stepping off the plane on my crutches, we were greeted by the warm tropical breeze, a stark contrast to Montreal.
Our journey continued with a taxi ride to our oceanfront house, we looked at the lush landscapes and vibrant culture. The taxi wound its way through picturesque villages and along pristine coastlines, each passing moment affirming our choice to seek refuge in this remote paradise.
Finally, our taxi pulled up to our new home, a charming small oceanfront house that would serve as our sanctuary. The turquoise waters of the Indian Ocean stretched out before us, a testament to the beauty of our new life.
Maria extended a supportive hand as we exited the taxi, her fingers gently interlocking with mine. With a reassuring smile, she helped me to stand up. As I leaned on her for support, she fetched my crutches from the car and I placed them under my arms.
Inside the house, we settled into the comforts of our new life, the soft glow of the setting sun casting warm, amber hues throughout the room. The large windows framed the view of the endless ocean stretching out before us, its waters shimmering like liquid sapphires beneath the golden sky. A breathtaking sight.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the room with its gentle embrace, Maria turned to me. In her eyes I saw a mixture of deep affection and curiosity.
"Jewel, you asked and there's something I've been wanting to share with you," Maria began, her voice soft. "There is. Ever since I saw you in that leg cast, I can't help but be drawn to it. To you, broken and so sexy"
I looked at her, surprised by her confession. "You mean my broken leg, cast and crutches right?" Maria nodded, her gaze unwavering.
"Yes, there's something about it that's incredibly sexy. It's not just about the cast itself; it's about how you move, how you dress around your cast. Seeing you adapt and overcome challenges turns me on sexually."
"Maria, I..." I began, my voice catching with emotion standing tall on my crutches.
She stood, reached out, gently cradling my cheek in her hand. "Jewel, I love you." Maria leaned in, her lips meeting mine.
Later on I wanted to please my girlfriend. I stood on my crutches in a knee-length blue sundress, its fabric gently swaying with the tropical breeze caressing my breasts and nipples. My long cast was almost fully exposed. My blonde hair framed my face, and a pair of oversized sunglasses perched atop of my nose shielded my eyes from the golden sun.
"You look amazing "Maria said while she hugged me tightly.
I turned to Maria slowly on my crutches, my heart racing with anticipation. Her soft lips met mine in a tender kiss, they parted as I breathed her in, savouring the familiar taste and warmth of my girlfriend.
As the kiss deepened, our bodies gravitated closer. While I leaned on my crutches for support, Maria's hands at my back pulled me forward and my hard cast slid between her legs, our bodies pressing together in a sensual and intimate embrace. The sensation of our breasts together sent a shiver of desires down my spine and broken leg.
Maria's voice, husky with desire, broke the electrifying moment.
"Let's get to bed."
The 4 little words, filled with a promise of love and passion, turned me on like she always did. I hobbled toward our bedroom on my crutches in total confidence, Maria following closely behind. Little contacts from time to time heightened our desire for each other.
In the privacy of our bedroom, I loved how I felt a sense of vulnerability in my full leg cast that was thrilling. As she gently helped me onto the bed by lifting my broken leg, she then laid my crutches against the wall. I couldn't help but admire her beauty and strength.
"I want you so bad," I said.
She began to undress me with a tenderness that left me breathless. Her hands moved with grace, navigating around my long and heavy cast with ease. With each piece of clothing that fell away, I felt a growing sense of arousal and wetness. My leg cast, which had been initially annoying and troublesome for me. had become a source of intrigue and sexual desire for Maria, and she handled it with skill, letting her sexual fetish grow on me slowly.
Once I was nude with only my cast before her, I watched as Maria undressed herself. It looked and felt like a sensual dance, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from her sexy shapes, from the soft curves of her breasts to the gentle swell of her hips.
With a shared understanding of our desires, Maria leaned towards me but then crawled along my broken leg to kiss me once more. Her lips were soft and inviting, her vagina rubbing against the hard surface of my cast. Our mouths melded together with our tongues dancing passionately.
Her moaning grew more fervent, her hands explored my whole body. She traced the contours of my long leg cast. Even if I couldn't feel her fingers on my broken leg, her touch still ignited a trail of sensations of pure pleasure through me.
I let out a soft moan as her fingers continued their exploration between my leg and cast, teasing and caressing my vagina with a delicate touch. My body responded eagerly to her and I could feel my orgasm building up with every in and out of her fingers inside me.
I was so close to exploding when Maria shifted her attention to my heavy breasts, her lips and tongue tracing a path against my sensitive flesh. Pleasure surged through me even more from the attention I received from her mouth and hands. I was moaning out of control, pure ecstasy.
My broken body and her perfect body moved together in a passionate dance rocked by incredible orgasms and that was the precise moment when we became one.
The end
K
Friday, September 15, 2023
Thursday, September 14, 2023
Flight attendant part 10
With the USB key safely secured, Maria and I needed to change, starting with my cast and crutches. We couldn't risk being recognized that easily.
In old Montreal, we found a discreet private medical clinic. As we pulled up to the clinic, Maria turned off the engine of my car, and I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what lay ahead. Our focus was on the next crucial step: ensuring that I had a new cast and crutches to aid in our vanishing act.
Maria, always attentive to my needs, opened the car door and came around to my side. With a gentle hand on my broken leg, she helped me ease out of the car seat and slowly stood up, transferring my weight to my good leg while my cast bore no weight at all.
Maria handed me my crutches, and I leaned on them for support. The air was crisp, and I could feel the chill seeping through the fabric of my clothing as I made my way to the clinic's entrance.
Inside, a kind nurse greeted us and led us to a small examination room. Dr. Lacroix, an elderly man with a gentle demeanour, walked in moments later. He examined my leg, making small talk to put me at ease.
"So, how did you manage to break your leg like this Jewel?"
Maria and I exchanged a quick, conspiratorial glance before I answered, "I fell while hiking in the wilderness. It's been a real ordeal, so much pain and I can't get used to these forearm crutches." I lied.
Dr. Lacroix nodded understandingly. "I see. Well, it looks like your current cast has seen better days. We'll replace it with a fresh one. Any colour preference?"
I hesitated for a moment, then decided on pink. It was an unexpected choice, but one that would help me blend in better with a younger college crowd.
"Make it pink," I said with a faint smile.
As Dr. Lacroix and his assistant worked on removing the old cast, Maria held my hand, enjoying every moment of the replacing of my cast. I tried to pretend that I was sore without overdoing it, to make the situation more convincing but I'm not an actress at all.
Once the new pink cast was in place, the assistant moved on to the crutches. She adjusted underarm crutches, which would be more comfortable for me. With my new and sexy pink cast and underarm crutches, I felt like a different person. We were one step closer to our plan, and I couldn't help but admire Maria's meticulous attention to detail.
Let's be honest here...She was totally turned on sexually by my new pink cast. Leaning on my crutches, I kissed Maria lips and said "One day you need to explain that fetish you have for my broken leg, my leg cast and me being on crutches baby"
To blend into the crowd, we needed to become unrecognizable. We visited a hair salon I knew well in my old neighbourhood. I knew I could trust the owner, Elena, who was known for her ability to transform appearances without a trace.
I walked into the salon on my crutches, the atmosphere was relaxed. Soft jazz music played in the background as Elena greeted us. To my surprise, she had a long arm cast on her arm in a sling, a result of a rollerblading accident she told us. So, her assistant was going to take care of us. As I hobbled in on my crutches, I couldn't help but notice Elena's curious gaze, which lingered on my pink cast for a moment before she turned her attention to beautiful girlfriend.
"We need to change our looks entirely. We're going for a fresh start." I said to the very young assistant.
"I understand. Leave it to me. Let's start with you, Maria."
For Maria, she opted for a subtle transformation that totally changed her face, it was amazing. She darkened Maria's hair, a slight trim leaving one side shorter, a very modern look that changed the shape of her face. Maria looked younger and very sexy.
Next up was me. Have you ever heard that sometimes to stand out less, you have to be more obvious, in your face? Well, Elena seemed to understand this concept well. She decided to give me a bold and striking transformation. My new look involved a short, sleek blonde hairstyle that exuded confidence and charisma. It was a style that turned heads and demanded attention.
With our hair changes completed, Maria and I felt like different people. It was incredible how small adjustments could significantly alter one's appearance. We paid Elena, thanking her for her invaluable help, and departed the salon, leaving behind our previous selves.
Our final task for the day was setting up a secure account in a money shelter country to transfer the $26 million we now possessed. Maria had contacts who could facilitate this in a discreet location.
After a short drive, we reached a small, unassuming business that was known for its confidentiality. Inside, we met a banker named Alessio, who specialized in such transactions.
Maria explained our situation to Alessio, emphasizing the need for utmost secrecy. Alessio assured us that our information would remain confidential.
We provided the required documents and information, and Alessio began the process of setting up the secure and private account. It would take a few days for everything to be finalized, but Maria and I had taken another significant step. I turned to Maria, my heart filled with love and admiration for the incredible woman who had been my rock throughout this journey. Leaning on my crutches, I gazed into her eyes, and without a word, I drew her close and we shared an affectionate kiss on the bustling Montreal street
We were just two people in love, unafraid to express our feelings in public, and it didn't go unnoticed. Passersby couldn't help but glance our way, their eyes drawn to the striking contrast of my newly blonde hair and my vibrant pink cast.
Maria and I were finally on our way home. We were both tired, physically and mentally. As we walked to the car, I couldn't help but feel pain in my broken leg. The long day of crutching around had taken its toll, and my cast was starting to feel tight and sore. Maria noticed my discomfort.
"Jewel, are you okay?" She asked, her concern evident in her eyes.
I nodded, trying to downplay the pain. "I'm just a bit sore. Nothing I can't handle."
Maria helped me into the car. She knew how challenging this whole situation had been for me with a full leg cast, and her support meant the world to me.
I slowly made my way to the living room, my broken leg feeling heavy and cumbersome. Maria followed closely behind, her eyes never leaving me. We settled onto the couch, and she leaned my crutches against the wall.
"I love you," I whispered, leaning closer to her.
Maria's lips met mine in a tender, loving kiss. It was a simple yet powerful affirmation of our bond. She tasted so good.
"Jewel, why don't you relax while I prepare supper? I need to feed Marco also" Maria suggested.
I nodded gratefully, I slowly moved to the living room with a sense of relief on my crutches, I found a comfortable spot on the couch and carefully propped my casted leg on a soft cushion. The relief was instantaneous as the pressure on my leg lessened.
Between the clinking of pots and the fragrant aroma of her cooking, I couldn't help but admire the woman I loved. With a slight wince, I shifted to find a better position for my broken leg.
"Maria, do you need any help in the kitchen?" I called out.
"No need, my love. I've got everything under control. You just relax that sexy leg."
"What about my good leg?" I couldn't help but smile at her.
But as I watched Maria move gracefully around the kitchen, I knew that together, we were capable of weathering any storm, forging a future that was uniquely ours.
Conclusion to come
K
Wednesday, September 13, 2023
Tuesday, September 12, 2023
Flight attendant part 9
"Actually, we have 26 million US dollars, can you imagine what we could do? And before you ask I know where the UBS key is" I said, a hint of mischief dancing in my eyes.
Maria's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wait, what? How?"
Maria's gaze softened, and she cupped my cheek with a tenderness that sent a rush of warmth through me. "Jewel, we're going to get through this. We'll keep that USB key safe and figure out what to do with it."
I leaned into her touch, a sense of calm settling over me, forgetting about my broken leg and Marco that was moaning in pain only a few feet from us.
"I believe you, Maria. With you by my side, I know we can overcome anything." I was in love with her, and the prospect of a 26 million-dollar prize. The danger was real and yet, there was a spark of hope.
She knew what needed to be done. With a quick nod, she turned her attention back to Marco, who was still bound to the chair. Maria swiftly retrieved a piece of cloth from a nearby drawer and approached him.
"Marco, we can't risk you making a scene. Keep in mind that you attacked us first." Maria stated firmly. She folded the cloth and placed it in his mouth, securing it behind his head to prevent any attempts at yelling for help.
Once the makeshift gag was in place, Maria returned to my side, her eyes meeting mine and she deliciously licked her lips. Without a word, she handed me my crutches, her touch lingering on my hand as she did so. I knew what she was implying, it was time to leave this room.
With Maria's support I stood andI positioned myself on my crutches, my broken leg hovering above the floor. Each movement was a delicate balancing act. I shifted my weight onto the crutches, feeling the cool surface of the hardwood floor beneath my healthy foot. The sensation of my crutches against the floor sent vibrations up my arms, a constant reminder of the support they provided.
And as we finally entered my bedroom, I couldn't help but feel a sexual rush. I turned to Maria, my eyes looking at my sexy girlfriend from head to toes.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion.
Maria's smile was soft and genuine. 'You did amazing, Jewel. I knew you could do it. I mean rubbing your hard cast against his broken leg that totally badass my sexy flight attendant"
With a sense of triumph in my heart, I settled onto the edge of the bed, my crutches leaning against the nearby wall. Maria's fingers brushed against broken leg as I looked at her. She gently pushed me backward to lay flat on my back and I shifted my weight, adjusting the position of my cast to alleviate the strain on my broken leg. The relief was palpable, and I let out a soft moan.
Maria's eyes lingered on my cast and my exposed toes. 'Does it hurt?"
"Not right now. But I won't deny that it's been quite the adventure.'
She chuckled softly, her fingers brushing against my strong and uninjured leg, rubbing my calf muscle. "You certainly have a way of turning things into an adventure, don't you, like jumping out of a window?"
"I guess I couldn't help it, I saw you coming, I fell in loveeee so I jumped." I said smiling...
"Bullshit" she said.
"So, what's our next move? But first help me stand" I asked, my gaze fixed on her sweet lips. She did, I stood on my good leg smiling.
"OK Google, play You can leave your hat on from Joe" I asked and the sensual voice filled my room.
Carefully moving to the music on my good leg, the weight of my long leg cast a reminder of my vulnerability and obvious sexiness in Maria's eyes. My long fingers ever so slowly unfasten the buttons of my skirt, my movements sensual, elegant. With each button released, my broken leg became more visible for my lover.
I watched as Maria's gaze shifted, her eyes tracing the contours of my long cast floating inches from the hardwood floor, that sexy cast that covered my leg from thigh to foot. I bent forwards, showing off some flexibility and my round breasts barely contained by my bra, that I removed gracefully.
"Wow Jewel you are amazing"
My fingers skimming along the edges of the cast and toes at first then as if exploring the seriousness of my injury, I slid up along my long leg cast. I was so turned on sexually when 2 of my fingers slid inside my vagina, in and out, rotating. I moaned loudly and let my skirt finish sliding down my cast.
With my skirt removed, Maria stood and helped me back on the bed. Her attention shifted from my hard nipples back to my broken leg. She gently lifted my cast, her lips brushed against my toes, licking, teasing. Her touch sent a shiver of sensation through me.
Then she spread my leg and cast apart, lifting my cast against the headrest of the bed. She kissed the exposed thighs and the edge of my cast. Licking the lips of my vagina. She ran her tongue in and out of me, pressing harder, I was moaning out of control pushing her deeper inside me.
"Ohhh Mariaaaa, oh my god, oh yessss!" I screamed in total delight. She puts her legs over my broken leg, rubbing herself against my hard cast. Her screams were muffled. I felt my orgasm, at the same time that she came against my broken leg.
"Wow"
Later on that evening, I turned my head to look at Maria, her features softened after the love making. She was peaceful, not the undercover agent that broke Marco's leg and wrist.
"Maria, what if we took the money and ran? I mean, what if we disappear to a place far away from all of this? Somewhere safe, where they can't find us."
Maria smiled, staring into my eyes. "Like The Seychelles Islands," she said, her fingers gently caressing my hip and leg.
"It's a beautiful idea, Jewel, but it's not that simple. Disappearing requires careful planning and resources."
I nodded, my mind was already racing with possibilities. "Well we have lots of resources, what if we could make it happen? "
In my mind it began to feel like a plan in motion rather than just a dream, escaping with the money hidden within the bitcoin key. I slipped my cast off the bed and, wearing only a t-shirt, the hem grazing the top of my thigh. It provided some semblance of modesty when I leaned over for my crutches and stood on my good leg, my hard and long nipples bursting through the t-shirt. I made my way to the closet where the UBS key was hidden among my personal belongings.
"Jewel, are you sure about this? We will need to change our appearance" Her concern was evident, her eyes fixed on me.
I opened the closet door and began searching through my belongings. It didn't take long for my fingers to close around a small box. The USB key was stored within the box. It was a tiny device that held the digital codes to access a hidden fortune.
I turned back to Maria, my heart pounding.
"We have it, Maria. Now, we need a plan, a plan to disappear and take control of our future."
She joined me in the closet, I dropped my crutches and leaned against her. Her long fingers gently traced the contours of my cast before sliding inside me as our lips met in a passionate kiss.
Part 10 to come
K