Tuesday, October 3, 2023
Monday, October 2, 2023
Sexy Bone Specialist part 7
I smiled and Alexandra licked her lips staring at my bare stump extending below the cuff off jeans. She followed the contour at first and then traced the scars... I closed my eyes and totally enjoyed the moment.
She then backed away and she sipped her wine, her gaze never leaving mine.
"I've always been fascinated by amputees, the complexities of being on one leg and how a mind adjusts, the mind is a mysterious place, isn't it doctor?"
I smiled, appreciating her depth of thought. With my hand on her broken leg I said "It is indeed. And sometimes, it takes a personal unique perspective and experience to understand."
"Vivian, I totally agree, I've wanted a broken leg and a cast for so long."
My curiosity was piqued, I gazed into her eyes, lifted her long and heavy cast and placed it on my stump and leg, "Tell me more, Alexandra," I encouraged, my fingers gently reaching out to touch her exposed toes at the end of her cast.
Alexandra sighed, her expression revealing her sexual attraction.
"I know it sounds strange for most people but not you and me, but the idea of having my leg broken like you did and then casting my leg was an erotic dream. It's like this secret hidden away within us."
I nodded, my fingers still caressing her toes as she continued. "It was so beautiful to do it Alexandra. Desires can take many forms." I slid my fingernails along her blue cast, slowly moving up her broken leg.
She gave me a smile, her fingers gently rubbing my stump at first then she grabbed my fingers and pulled my hand between her legs. She was so wet.
"The sound of my tibia and fibula breaking met very intimate and pleasurable moments ahead for me. I wondered if in the future the same sound can trigger sexual arousal?"
Listening to her, I leaned in closer, from my left hand one finger slid inside her, she was so wet. My other hand gently touched her cast. I could feel the warmth emanating from her vagina and at the same time, beneath the rigid cast, the beautiful broken bones.
"Would you like to lose your leg one day?" Her eyes locked onto mine.
"The cast, the crutches, it's like a dream come true" She moaned, struggling to answer.
My fingers continued to slide in and out slowly as I nodded in understanding.
"It's okay to explore these fetishes, Alexandra. They're a part of who you are, and they don't diminish you at all quite the opposite"
Her smile was full of lust while her orgasm was growing. "Oh god you always know the right things to do, to say, Vivian." She moaned.
As we sat there, our connection deepened further. I spread her leg and cast and pushed my stump between her legs. Alexandra grabbed it, rubbing herself. I couldn't help but be captivated by this young, sexy and sexual woman. My hand was still resting on her cast, at the exact location where her tibia broke. Between her moaning and our kissing I couldn't resist the urge to ask before the orgasm rocked her broken body,
"Alexandra?" She was so turned on sexually, rubbing furiously against my residual leg, my stump.
"Alexandra, would you mind if I broke your other leg? I've always been intrigued by the experience of it. I mean having 2 broken legs"
She smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting the orgasm that was about to take over. "Of course, Vivian. I would do anything for your love." She closed her eyes.
Gently, I let my fingers explore her left leg, feeling the smooth surface skin to skin. I could feel the strength in her left leg, the way her muscles had adapted since I broke her right leg. The daily constraints. As my fingers traced her beautiful leg, I marvelled at Alexandra desires.
Her sensual fascination with her blue cast and my curiosity about her experiencing 2 broken legs had brought us to this moment of ultimate sexual connection. Her orgasm shook her like never before and at the same time it's fair to say saved her left leg from a possible fracture.,
Alexandra and I realized that our night of exploration had come to an end....for now... We exchanged a knowing look, a silent acknowledgement.
She gathered her crutches, and I followed her towards the door. As I watched her leave, the visual of her that came to my mind was a sexy Alex, with 2 broken legs and sitting in her wheelchair.
Just as I was lost in thought, my phone buzzed with a message. My heart skipped a beat as I read his message. "I hope your evening with Alexandra was as intriguing as our meeting. I'd love to hear more about it. Let's catch up soon."
How did he know? With a smile I quickly replied, "It was a fascinating evening indeed. She's a lovely person. Let's meet and discuss our research further. I have a feeling there's much more to explore."
Henry was very cautious, and he suggested we meet at a neutral site. I agreed, and soon, we found ourselves seated across from each other, sipping warm coffee. With a gentle and caring tone, Henry finally asked,
"Vivian, I've always wondered about your missing leg. You are undeniably beautiful on your crutches but how did it happen?"
"It was years ago," I began, my voice soft. "I was the passenger on a motorcycle, through country side roads. It was a sunny day." I paused for a moment, my gaze distant, I moved my stump, remembering my long leg.
"Then, in an instant, everything changed. Alexandra's sister of all people, in a moment of distraction texting on her cell, collided with the motorcycle I was riding on, impacting my left leg. When I woke up I was trapped beneath the weight of the machines, my left leg mangled and crushed."
Henry listened intently, bothered by his sexual reaction, his penis fully erected inside his pants, but he could almost feel the intensity of that collision, the helplessness and pain that I must have endured.
"It was a traumatic experience, but at first I felt like a broken leg, 2 months casted and maybe 3 on crutches" I continued, my voice steady, my hand rubbing my stump, his eyes fixated on my fingers.
"Then I remember the excruciating pain, the desperate struggle to free myself from the wreckage. It felt like an eternity before help arrived, and by then, the damage to my leg was irreparable. I think I knew it already"
As I recounted my ordeal, he moved closer to me and his hand consciously moved to my residual limb, his fingers tracing my scars as if they were trophies..
"In the end, I lost my left leg above the knee," I concluded, my gaze returning to meet Henry's. He removed his hand from my stump.
"Vivian," he said, his voice trailed with sincerity.
"Ever since I was a teenager, I dreamed of medical school but with a secret wish, a sexual desire." His eyes met mine, curiosity dancing in their depths.
"What is it, Vivian?" he inquired, his voice barely above a whisper. What was the connection to the secret services I offer people on the net? he wondered.
"I always wished to experience being on crutches, having a broken leg and cast" I confessed, my words explaining a lot. "It was a fascination that I couldn't quite explain at first, a desire for immobilization, the pain and simply using the crutches."
Henry's reaction was not of surprise but understanding. He seemed to grasp the depth of my sexual desire to be broken and in a cast. His hand going back to my stump, conveyed a silent acceptance.
I couldn't help but think about the cast I applied to Alexandra broken leg. I wasn't sure where all this was going to bring us but I was in for a surprise.
Conclusion to come
K
Sunday, October 1, 2023
Saturday, September 30, 2023
Sexy Bone Specialist part 6
Here came Alexandra, confidently navigating the restaurant on her crutches like a pro. Henry turned to see who I was smiling to and her presence was a captivating sight for him. Her bandage dress elegantly showcasing her leg cast, her leg that I broke for her.
Alexandra closed the distance between us, her eyes locking onto mine. Without hesitation, she leaned in from her crutches, her lips meeting mine in a tender yet passionate kiss. Henry couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of two intelligent, beautiful, and strong women sharing a moment of intimacy.
She spotted an empty chair and began lowering herself into the chair. Her good leg bore the weight, while her broken leg remained suspended, its beautiful cast protected from any pressure. She maintained her balance making sure not to put any weight on her cast.
The three of us began to discuss the unique services that were offered on the internet that brought clients like Alexandra. Henry's questions were thoughtful, and he displayed genuine curiosity as he probed deeper into the psychological aspects of Vivian's practice. He was clearly fishing to see if I was the one offering the special services
I couldn't help but be captivated by Alexandra's presence, her beauty and her grace at such a young age. But her perfect cast, beneath her dress, drew all my attention. Henry seemed absorbed by both sights. His gaze flickering between Alexandra's long cast and the stump I knew he had noticed on me earlier.
With a genuine curiosity and lust in his eyes, Henry began to ask Alexandra about her broken leg, and I couldn't help but wonder if he knew that I had broken Alexandra's leg or he was just playing a game but what game? She was a thoughtful client and she maintained a subtle hesitation in her smile and responses to his inquiries.
"Well, it's fair to say that it's been an interesting journey, Henry, to say the least," she said, her eyes briefly meeting mine. At that moment, I sensed her concern that she knew she shouldn't reveal too much about her injury, possibly to protect the discrete nature of the services I provided.
As Henry continued to inquire, his questions became more detailed but Alexandra answered up to the challenge. "Oh wow, you broke both your tibia and fibula. That's why you have a full leg cast, I guess, I can imagine it must be very uncomfortable?"
Alexandra smiled and said. "It is heavy and, to be honest, I can't wait to get it off. But it's all part of the healing process." She lied since I knew how much she wanted that broken leg and cast.
Then, in a subtle but deliberate move, Alexandra shifted in her chair, adjusting her cast and moaned ever so slightly. Her broken leg moved, and I watched as her cast lightly brushed against Henry's leg. It was a moment of delicate intimacy, a gesture that hinted at more than met the eye, leaving us all entangled in an unspoken connection that extended beyond our words.
It was my turn to shift on my own chair and I moved my stump while I observed Henry's reaction to Alexandra's subtle yet deliberate move, his reaction was immediate. His eyes widened ever so slightly, he was surprised, curious and sexually turned on by the younger woman.
Henry's gaze, initially fixated on Alexandra's cast, had now shifted upward to her firm young breasts and face, his eyes subtly tracing a path along her body. There was a trace of amazement, as if he had just stumbled upon a hidden treasure, and the warmth in his expression was undeniable, revealing his appreciation for the intimacy of the moment.
My decision to secretly invite Alexandra to the meeting had turned out to be a good one. Yet, there was something more profound in his response, a deeper connection forming before my eyes. The way he held Alexandra's gaze was like a silent conversation, after all the questions related to her broken leg and cast.
"It's been a pleasure meeting you Henry and sharing this evening with both of you."
Alexandra leaned over to retrieve her crutches, which had been leaning against the nearby table throughout our conversation. Her hand reached out, fingers curling around the handles of the crutches with practised ease.
With one last warm smile, she bid us goodbye, a sense of gratitude and connection evident in her eyes. She knew she did very well. As she leaned in on her crutches I stood on my one leg to give her a gentle peck on the cheek. Then she nodded to Henry.
We were both staring at her, with a slow and deliberate pivot on her good leg, Alexandra turned and moved slowly across the restaurant. The cast on her leg was in full display. She was very confident in her crutches with every step echoing.
With a subtle shift in the conversation, Henry turned his attention toward the purpose of our meeting. He explained that my hospital was interested in further exploring the psychological motivations and impacts of my services and the insights into human behaviour related to sexual fetishes.
"The hospital sees this as an opportunity for groundbreaking research," Henry explained and I was listening with interest.
"We want to go deeper into the psychological aspects, to understand these fetishes related to pain, broken bones, immobilization," Henry shared with curiosity as we prepared to leave the restaurant.
I nodded in understanding, recognizing the potential significance of such research. "And how do you envision this collaboration?"
Henry leaned forward, almost whispering, his voice laced with intrigue. "We would like you to consider continuing your social media campaign and share your results with the hospital, but discreetly."
I was happy and excited when I reached for my crutches, rising gracefully onto my one leg. I extended my hand toward Henry, offering a firm handshake, all the while knowing his eyes were drawn to my shapely leg, stylish high heel and stump.
It was a cool, full moon evening when Alexandra decided to pay me a visit at my place.I opened the door to find her standing there, a beautiful smile on her lips as she greeted me with a warm "Hello."
She looked stunning in a deep blue dress that clung to her figure while leaning on her crutches and her blue cast partially exposed. I can honestly say that her recent "injury", didn't detract from her beauty.
I was wearing a pair of well-fitted jeans with a cut-off left pant leg with my stump barely showing. On my right leg I had a sexy black boot that stopped just below the knee and I was leaning on my crutches. My tight-fitting blouse was accentuating my figure in a way that complimented my look.
"Come in," I invited, stepping aside to make way for her.
Alexandra walked into my place on her crutches . The blue cast on her right leg swung gently between the crutches, adding a sensual touch to this lovely woman. As she reached the couch, she dropped her crutches with a sexy smile and settled onto the couch, her long leg cast stretched out ahead of her. The tight-fitting dress showed her large breasts and matching hard nipples.
I followed her on my crutches to the couch. With each step, my jeans were showcasing my amputated left leg that was lost above the knee. The beautiful knee high boot on my right foot added a touch of elegance. At the couch, I turned slightly to face Alexandra, allowing her to see my exposed stump and I sat down.
"I have an open bottle of red wine, would you like some or something else?" I offered, gesturing towards Barolo Bruno red.
Alexandra's eyes sparkled with appreciation. "A glass of red wine would be lovely, thank you."
I poured a glass of red wine and handed one to her. We clink our glasses together, the sound echoing softly in the room.
"Thank you for having me over," Alexandra began, her tone sincere. "Vivian, I've been wondering, is your stump painful?" Her eyes held a genuine concern and obvious lust.
I met her gaze with a reassuring smile. "Not at all, It's a part of me, and I've learned to embrace it." Alexandra moved her broken leg sideways and then her fingers grazed my stump, her touch gentle and filled with understanding.
I smiled and Alexandra licked her lips staring at my bare stump extending below the cuff off jeans. She followed the contour at first and then traced the scars... I closed my eyes and totally enjoyed the moment.
Part 7 to come
K
Friday, September 29, 2023
Thursday, September 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