Sunday, October 8, 2023
Saturday, October 7, 2023
A High-Tech Romance prologue
The city skyline of Los Angeles was facing me as I stood on the rooftop terrace, lost in thought. My name is Lucas, and I was on the edge of a significant transition in my career. I had poured my heart and soul into founding a groundbreaking AI company called AlgoMind, which had been making waves in the tech world. Some people called it a virtual influencer but it was so much more.
Our innovations in deep convincing algorithms and neural networks had set us on a trajectory toward a groundbreaking merger with one of the industry giants, a deal that promised to change the course of my life physically and financially.
I hated corporate negotiations, the whirlwind of paperwork and the check and balances that never ended. I found peace with myself in this quiet moment overlooking part of my city. The rooftop terrace was my sanctuary, a place where I could briefly escape the relentless hum of the tech world and its many demands. Here, I could lose myself and I loved it.
My ex would say I had 2 interests in life, AlgoMind my company and my thoughts wandered to the second interest. That interest was so much more special and interesting. I had a deep sexual fascination with lovely, long legs. It wasn't just a passing interest; it was almost an obsession that had followed me since my teenage years when my girlfriend at the time...well that's for another story. I love the graceful curve of calf muscles, the elegant arch of a small foot in a high heeled pump, the way a pair of pantyhose clung to a woman's sexy legs, it all held a sexual appeal for me.
But what made my heart race even more was the use of leg or arm casts by a woman. I found it breathtakingly beautiful when a lady's clothing was adjusted to accommodate the cast, turning it into a unique fashion statement.
The cast, in bold and vibrant colours, seemed to accentuate the elegance of her leg, and sometimes when possible matching coloured crutches added an element of style and charm that I couldn't resist especially if the lady needed to stay on them for a long period of time.
To me, it wasn't merely about the aesthetics; it was the poetry of motion, the hidden strength beneath the surface, and the undeniable confidence that came from a well-shaped healthy leg in a 4 inch heel and a colourful cast on her other leg. It was a form of art, a testament to the intricate beauty of the woman. I know, I know some people say that it's not for everybody but read my story before judging.
I went deeper into the possibilities at AlgoMind, and a wild and unconventional idea began to form in my mind. Could AlgoMind be used to spark a unique form of connection, a bond between someone who adored lovely legs and someone willing to experience the vulnerability of having one of them in a leg cast, using crutches for a short, medium, or long time period?
Could this lead to a profound connection and, perhaps, love?
This notion of care, intimacy, and the desire to treat a future girlfriend or wife like a modern princess, complete with the cast and crutches, seemed both sensual and enchanting to me.
Join me on this adventure, as I recount the moments that led me to her, the woman with the loveliest legs and a developing passion for my special fetish. This is the story of how two adults from the AI field found love in the most unconventional way, a tale filled with modern romance, quirky charm, and the promise of something possibly damaging but so erotic.
Lucas
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