Friday, October 6, 2023
Thursday, October 5, 2023
Wednesday, October 4, 2023
Sexy Bone Specialist conclusion
The next day, after a restful night's sleep, I found myself reflecting on what brought Alexandra and me to this point. Our shared exploration of unconventional desires, fetishes, and processes had taken us to a place we had never imagined, both in my research and in our personal lives. As I sipped my morning coffee, I had no idea what the day ahead held in terms of surprises.
I grabbed my crutches and made my way to my bedroom to get dressed, pausing for a moment to admire the sunlight streaming through the window. The golden rays felt warm and comforting on my stump and leg.
Choosing my outfit for the day, I decided on a vibrant sundress that flowed gracefully around me, the fabric caressing my skin with each step. Before leaving, I took a moment to check my phone, and a message from Alexandra brought a smile to my face. It read,
"Looking forward to seeing you at my parents' summer house. Get ready for an unforgettable day."
With excitement, I made my way to the address Alexandra had provided. The drive took me through the picturesque countryside, as I approached the secluded summer house nestled by a vast and private lake.
As I arrived at the summer house, the sight of the lake stretched out before me. The water sparkled in the sunlight, and a sense of peace enveloped the area. It was clear why Alexandra's family chose this place as their retreat.
I felt Alexandra's presence before I saw her. The soft click of crutches on the wooden porch announced her approach. When I turned to look, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Alexandra was dressed in a flowing sundress, the fabric caressing her leg casts with each step on her crutches.
"Hello!" She said moving toward me with a radiant smile, her eyes filled with love. With each step, her crutches created a gentle rhythm with her long leg cast that was full of signatures and messages of support.
"Vivian," she whispered as she drew closer, her voice a gentle caress. "I have someone special to me that I want you to meet."
Before I could say anything, she was in my arms, and our lips met in a tender, loving kiss. It felt like a kiss that conveyed the love and desire that bound us together. As we parted, I looked into Alexandra's eyes, "Who is it, your parents?" I asked, my voice filled with anticipation.
Each on our own crutches, we made our way into the cozy living room, where a beautiful woman was waiting, not her parents. Her eyes met mine, and there was a depth of understanding and acceptance in her gaze that it was time we met after all these years.
"Vivian, this is my sister, Emily," Alexandra introduced, her voice filled with affection. "Emily, meet Vivian, the incredible woman I've told you about."
Emily extended her prosthetic arm toward me, and it took me by surprise. Her prosthetic arm was a marvel of modern technology, beautifully crafted and intricately detailed..
Emily looked into my green eyes and with sincerity she said, "Vivian, It's way overdue but I want to apologize," she began, her voice carrying the weight of regret. "Not just for the accident that took your leg but for not reaching out."
Her words hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken pain that had lingered for years. Alexandra and I exchanged glances, and I could see the depth of Emily's remorse mirrored in her sister's eyes.
I took a deep breath, moved closer on my crutches. "Emily, there's no need to apologize, accidents happen, and we can't change the past. What matters is the connection we've found now, the understanding and acceptance we share."
Emily nodded, her eyes glistening with gratitude. "Thank you, Vivian. Your forgiveness means more to me than I can express."
As we settled into the living room, our connection deepened. I was in love with Alexandra and our unconventional love story had found a new dimension, a new layer of beauty and complexity...Emily.
That evening I opened the door to Alexandra bedroom, and there was Emily sitting in a chair beside the bed. On my crutches I walked to the bed and joined Alex, "I guess our plans may have changed for tonight?" I said smiling.
Alexandra tilted back her head and laughed. "Oh no, just a small addition". There was something totally unreal being in her bedroom with her sister but she took charge.
She put her hand on my stump. I had on shorts, so her hand was on my exposed skin, and she started to caress my scars, rubbing her fingers up and down the length. I saw Emily's prosthetic arm against her sister's broken leg, sliding along her sexy cast.
It was kind of strange for me to be rushing into sexual activity so quickly with the woman responsible for me losing my left leg. Looking at Emily's prosthetic arm on my girlfriend's broken leg had taken an unexpected turn. I couldn't help but feel a sexual attraction to it.
"What are you thinking about?" Emily asked, her warm eyes searching for mine while Alexandra smiled at both of us, she knew what I was thinking.
I hesitated, moving my stump slightly against Alexandra's cast, she leaned over and kissed my lips while at the same time, with gentle precision, Emily's prosthetic fingers moved along the edges of my stump, tracing patterns. It was a sensation unlike any I had experienced before.
Because of the sensual combination of our lips across each other and Emily.... Something in my stomach began to dance out of control, my heart was beating so hard.
As her prosthetic arm continued to caress my stump, I felt a surprising sense of comfort wash over me. The pain I suffered years ago for close to a year, when she hit me, was replaced by a deep sense of connection and intimacy since we both lost a limb.
Alexandra's hand reached behind my neck and pulled me closer, I was hers. Her lips pressed into mine. Her sexy full lips felt amazing.
I moaned quietly inside Alexandra's mouth when I felt Emily's prosthetic fingers touch my vagina. I also felt my lover's mouth start to open, slowly teasing me. My lips opened, following hers and I felt her inside me. Together, our tongues reach out and their tips touch. Two soft moans come from both of us at the same moment.
Her prosthetic fingers, one finger slid inside me with a delicate touch, each movement sending ripples through my phantom leg. It was an incredible sensation, I heard again the sound of Alexandra tibia and fibula breaking and her leg bending sideways ever so slightly.
Emily moved from my vagina seconds before my orgasm to caress my breasts, my nipples were so hard. I leaned toward Alexandra and kissed her sexy lips, letting her tongue slip back into my mouth and French kiss me deeply. I was so turned on by the actions of these 2 sexy sisters.
Alexandra pulled me over her broken leg, her long hard cast between my stump and leg.
"I don't want to hurt you baby" I said
"It's OK, but we might...for your own good" She said looking deep into my eyes when I felt Emily's prosthetic hand and fingers circle around my one and only foot.
I was rubbing myself against her cast, slowly losing control and getting closer to my orgasm while at the same time Emily prosthetic hand was in total control.
"Tell us to stop," Alexandra said, caressing my breast and licking my nipples. I was out of this world, so sexually turned on by what she was doing to me and what was coming.
"Continue, please don't stop" I said moaning
With deliberate finesse, Emily's prosthetic fingers let go of my foot to simply take a different hold of it. The fingers wrapped around my ankle, their tactile sensors registering the shape of my bones. The prosthetic hand's grip was firm yet gentle, demonstrating a level of dexterity that was nothing short of extraordinary.
Then Emily initiated the rotating process, her prosthetic fingers applied just the right amount of pressure, transmitting the sensation of resistance back to her. Like the Fracture Table did.
My bones groaned slightly as they began to bend and twist to her determined pressure.
I was moaning, my eyes closed, feeling Alexandra lips and tongue all over me...
The prosthetic hand's sensitivity and adaptability was applying just the right amount of pressure. The question was the right pressure for what objective?
The answer came in the form of a satisfying loud cracking sound from my broken leg.
The end
K
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