Wednesday, September 20, 2023
Sexy Bone Specialist part 1
In the heart of the Mayfair district in London, I, Dr. Vivian Caldwell, lived with a dark secret desire that nobody knew about. While my colleagues admired me for my expertise as an orthopaedic doctor and my patients for my caring nature, I had a hidden passion, a sexual need that I kept carefully concealed.
Even at a young age, I admired both, ladies with beautiful legs and gentlemen with powerful limbs, especially when they were injured. I loved the elegance and grace of long, shapely legs and arms protected by beautiful casts, as well as their resilience when using crutches. This fascination became an integral part of my identity, this sexual fetish covered the entire spectrum from the initial injury through the immobilization period and into the rehabilitation phase. From a young age, I wondered whether others shared this unique attraction.
Ironically through my life, while I openly showcased my own long, shapely right leg, I had lost my left leg above the knee during a motorcycle accident almost at the same time I'd written that secret erotic story. It was an event that had forever altered the trajectory of my life. Now, I gracefully moved around with the aid of crutches or my wheelchair.
I refused to see It as a physical challenge, I had perfected the art of carrying myself with grace and beauty, always confident and poised. I was blessed with dark, wavy hair, sensual lips and mysterious green eyes, that over the years had captivated the hearts of some men and women.
Yet, it was my leg, the one I swung gracefully between my crutches, that consistently surprised me over the years with the genuine curiosity and occasional sexual attraction it drew from both men and women. I noticed this fascination within my medical practice as well. I had observed that some of my clients who required leg casts and crutches during their rehabilitation received a similar kind of attention.
Every morning, as I prepared for the day from my wheelchair, I carefully slid beautiful pantyhose along my long leg and over my stump. The sensation against my skin was a delight, a ritual that celebrated my femininity and graceful leg. One morning, as I stood before my mirror in a sleek pencil skirt and 4 inch heel on my right foot, I found myself pondering a rather intriguing thought.
How many people, I wondered, would relish the idea of standing on crutches, or having their leg or arm encased in a cast because of a broken bone. How many would love to experience under the watchful supervision of a doctor like myself to control the severity of the break and the pain felt?
Later on that evening, I reached for my crutches and positioned them under my arms. I moved toward my home office, upon reaching my chair, I leaned my crutches against the wall and with a fluid motion, lowered myself into it.
That evening was the first day of my new identity, I adopted the pen name "Sexy Bone Specialist." Under this alias, I crafted a message that would set my life on an entirely new, unconventional and possibly illegal path.
"Seeking to explore the art of breaking a bone, the beauty of wearing a cast and the complete healing and rehab process," my post began. It was an invitation to a world unknown to most, a world where the boundaries between desire, pain, fetish and professionalism blurred completely.
"As 'Sexy Bone Specialist,' I am a specialist in bone-related conditions and orthopaedic care. With limited pain and meticulous precision, I will break and mend bones to perfection, allowing you to experience the complete journey and beauty of being casted".
"Whether it's long, short, non weight bearing or walking cast that turns you on, or any type of arm cast, I'm here to fulfill your desires. If you desire an experience that transcends the ordinary recreational cast, please contact me for a confidential discussion."
As the post went live on social media, I felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation. I knew that I was venturing into uncharted territory, opening myself up to consequences but also desires I had long kept hidden.
The response was swift and unexpected. Within hours, my inbox was flooded with messages from curious people who were just drawn to the enigmatic "Sexy Bone Specialist." Some were intrigued by the unconventional nature of my services, while others were simply captivated by the mystery surrounding me.
Among the messages, one stood out. It was from a female named Alexandra, who wrote,
"Dear Sexy Bone Specialist, your post has awakened something within me. Since high school I've always admired the strength and beauty of people dealing with a broken leg. I'm intrigued by your unique approach. I'd like to meet and explore this further."
The message from Alexandra had intrigued me like no other. As 'Sexy Bone Specialist, Alexandra's desire had me both excited and apprehensive. She was asking for exactly what I wanted to offer. We decided to meet at a quiet, dimly lit café nestled in the heart of London.
I arrived early, navigating the bustling city streets on my crutches. Dressed impeccably in a beautiful skirt and blouse, my heart pounded with nervousness as I entered the cozy establishment. I selected a discreet corner table, strategically positioned to afford us privacy for our conversation without drawing undue attention.
Minutes later Alexandra walked in. She was petite and graceful with short blond hair and expressive big blue eyes. There was an undeniable aura of quiet confidence about her. I guessed she was mid 20's.
As Alexandra approached our table, I couldn't help but notice how her eyes flickered briefly to my one leg and beautiful red crutches. It was a moment of unspoken connection, a recognition of how much she wanted to be on crutches that seemed to bridge the gap between us right away. We exchanged polite greetings, and she took a seat across from me.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, what do I call you" she said and asked.
"The pleasure is mine, Alexandra and call me Vivian please" I replied with a warm smile, doing my best to maintain my professional composure. I could sense that our connection had deepened in that fleeting moment of recognition that I was an amputee.
"Now, tell me, what brings you here today? Your message was quite intriguing."
Alexandra leaned in slightly, like she was about to tell me a secret, her gaze never wavering from mine.
"I've always been fascinated by the human body's resilience, its capacity to heal and overcome injuries. There's something profoundly beautiful about it. But I've also felt a deep longing to understand the other side, the beautiful side in my eyes, the pain"
As she spoke, I couldn't help but sense the depth of her desires. This wasn't a mere whim; she had done a profound exploration. Alexandra continued, her eyes looked at my crutches with envy, her tongue almost licking her soft lips. Lips that I wanted to kiss if I'm being honest.
"I want to feel that vulnerability before the accident or injury, that's controlled and guided by an expert like you Vivian. I want to experience what it's like to have my leg broken, both the tibia and fibula" She was waiting for my reaction.
"Continue please" I said but wanted to do so much more already.
"I tried recreational casting but it's not the same. I need to feel my bones break, I want to see my beautiful leg bent and useless for a bit. I want to navigate day and evening on crutches, non weight bearing in my full leg cast. Essentially I'm asking for the complete journey of healing, and to emerge stronger on the other side."
Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, I was at a loss for how to respond. This was an extraordinary request, one that pushed the boundaries of both ethics and personal desires. But there was something about Alexandra's sincerity and the intensity in her eyes that drew me in.
"I understand your desire, Alexandra," I said carefully, choosing my words with precision.
"But I must emphasize that what you're asking for is unconventional and carries inherent risks. Safety and consent are paramount in any procedure, even one of this nature. If we decide to move forward, it will be done with meticulous planning, a focus on allowing you to feel some pain and a commitment to your long rehabilitation to regain full usage of your leg."
Alexandra nodded, her gaze unwavering. "I'm fully aware of the risks, Vivian, and I'm willing to proceed with caution and trust in your expertise. I will sign any waiver if needed."
Over the next hour, we discussed the intricacies of the procedure, potential risks, and the emotional toll it might take when she's no longer in a cast and using crutches. Alexandra was remarkably composed, her determination unwavering.
"My fascination with leg casts and crutches, the desire for this experience, comes from...
OMG I really didn't see that coming.
Part 2 to come
K
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