Monday, October 9, 2023
Sunday, October 8, 2023
A High-Tech Romance part 1
As the sun dipped below the horizon, I went to a beautiful little family coffee shop nestled in downtown Los Angeles. The merger negotiations were relentless, and I needed a break from the constant barrage of emails and meetings.
The bell above the door chimed softly as I entered, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloping me. I joined the line, glancing at the chalkboard menu while contemplating my order. Caffeine has always been my refuge when I'm stressed, a comforting companion in the chaotic world of tech.
With my coffee in hand, I scanned the cozy establishment for an empty seat. My eyes landed on a corner table. The table was occupied, but it wasn't the table itself that caught my attention but the woman sitting there.
She had that confident look, her legs gracefully crossed at the ankle. She was dressed simple yet elegant with a sleek dark grey dress and sheer pantyhose that accentuated her shapely calves, and a pair of Gianvito, 4 inch heel black pumps that completed the ensemble. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her legs, ankles and feet in those perfect shoes.
Her legs were so beautiful, the lines of her calves flowing seamlessly into the arch of her heels. Her skin looked smooth and radiant with pantyhose that clung to her legs like a second skin. The heels were a sexy accessory that she wore with grace.
Something about the way she carried herself and the dangling her left heel drew me in. The lines of her legs seemed like a work of art. I had always been so attracted to well-shaped legs, but this was different somehow. At the moment I didn't know what it was but It was as if the universe had put her there, right in my line of sight.
I didn't believe in the consequences.
I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to approach her or retreat to a different table. My introverted nature often urged me to choose the latter, but something about her compelled me to overcome my hesitation. With determination, I made my way to her table.
"Excuse me," I began, my voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "Is this seat taken?"
She looked up from her laptop, her eyes meeting mine, and I was struck by the warmth in her gaze. "Not at all," she replied with a smile that made my heart skip a beat. "Please, have a seat."
I slid into the chair across from her, setting my coffee on the table. "Thanks," I said, extending my hand. "I'm Lucas."
She accepted my hand with a firm yet gentle grip. "I'm Emma, nice to meet you, Lucas."
As we continued to talk, I couldn't help but notice the pink cast that covered her entire left arm. For most It was a striking contrast to her elegance but not for me. My imagination got the better of me wondering how she broke it or if it was even broken.
Her cast was bent at a 90-degree angle with her wrist also slightly bent as well. I didn't want to pry, so I decided to inquire about it later, respecting her privacy.
Emma was a very beautiful woman and that left me captivated. Her blond hair cascaded like a golden waterfall, framing her face elegantly. Her eyes, a shade of deep blue, seemed to hold a world of curiosity. They sparkled with a hint of mischief as she spoke, revealing her intelligence without pushing it too hard..
Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and I found myself hanging on to her every word. I was mesmerized not just by her appearance but also by the way she expressed herself. It was as if we spoke the same language, understood the nuances of each other's thoughts, and we were connecting on a different level.
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but what happened?" Emma's eyes twinkled with amusement as she glanced at her broken arm and lifted her cast from the table.
"Oh, this? It's from an indoor climbing wall accident about seven weeks ago. I got a bit too adventurous and took a fall, and well, my arm took the brunt of it. I broke my wrist and arm in 2 places."
I couldn't help but wince in sympathy that sounded very painful. "That sounds painful. Are you better now?"
She nodded and padded her cast, a grateful smile on her face. "Thankfully, yes. I'm actually getting this baby removed tomorrow. It's been quite an adventure in itself losing my left arm for close to 8 weeks."
Our conversation went to her experiences with the cast, how it had forced her to adapt to everyday tasks like her morning routine, and the challenges she'd faced while still managing her work as an AI engineer. As Emma spoke, her positivity in the face of adversity increased my admiration for her..
After looking at her long arm cast, my gaze wandered to Emma's long legs, elegantly crossed in front of me. How would her resilience with her broken arm convert to a recreational or medical leg cast?
A sensual thought began to take shape in the depths of my mind. Perhaps someone as open-minded and adventurous as Emma could be the ideal candidate to explore the world of recreational casting if properly influenced by advanced AI?
In a fluid and graceful motion, she uncrossed her long legs slowly and one of her high heel shoes slipped off her foot. With her sexy pump dangling she smiled at me and then she leaned down and pushed it back on her foot with the exposed fingers at the end of her arm cast.
The same cast that delicately grazed the surface of her pantyhose covered leg, a small gesture that added a touch of sensuality to the already interesting atmosphere. Her legs seemed to go on forever. The cast on her arm, now more visible as she shifted, but it was the sight of her lovely legs that held me captive.
As the evening wore on, Emma's laughter filled the air. We shared anecdotes about our quirkiest AI experiments, debated the potential and limitations of influencing people with AI and eventually talked about our personal lives, discussing our dreams and aspirations.
And through it all, my fascination with her legs and her presence lingered until an unspoken desire added a layer to our connection. In my mind I fantasized about applying a leg cast to her long, shapely limb, a process filled with admiration.
I envisioned beginning at her small foot, where her sexy heel was dangling just a few minutes ago. My hands gently moving upward, I could almost feel the warmth of her skin beneath my touch by just looking at her. Ripping the pantyhose that clung to her legs, their silky texture under my fingertips.
With tender care, I would imagine securing the cast around her ankle, the fibreglass encircling it snugly but comfortably, with her foot gently bent forward due to an imaginary Achilles tear. I would apply each layer of the cast meticulously, with love and appreciation of the trust she put in me.
As I continued my imaginary journey upward her leg, my eyes never strayed from her lovely face, her deep blue eyes. God knows how much I would savor every moment, taking in the breathtaking sight of her leg in the cast. Finally, at her graceful thigh, I would secure the cast.
In my daydream, I imagined her with her crutches nearby, ready to assist her in taking those first steps with her newly non weight bearing full leg cast. The image of her gracefully positioning the crutches under her arms, her long cast between them, and her confident strides, what a visual since they only removed the cast from her broken arm and wrist only day's before.
Oh Emma...Where have you been all my life.
Part 2 to come
K
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