Thursday, December 28, 2023
Romance on a train part 2
Romance on a train
Part 2
June 4, evening
As the train doors closed with a gentle hiss, I couldn't wait to see her again since we locked eyes on the platform. Her black dress and the black high heel pumps had left an incredible mark on me.
Walking through the train, I searched for the mysterious woman. However, each empty seat and vacant space only deepened the realization that she wasn't on the train. The air seemed to lose its charged electricity, replaced by a sense of sadness.
Settling into a seat alone, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the beautiful lady. The memories of the cat and mouse dance played like a silent movie in my mind. The train rattled on, but my thoughts were anchored in the moments we shared that morning.
As the landscape blurred outside the window, I found myself caught in a reverie of what might have been. She had vanished or worked late and missed the last train back. The clicking of her high heel was now just an echo in my memory. The train became just a vessel carrying me home.
The train pulled into the familiar station in New York, and as the doors opened, I stepped out onto the platform. The city's hustle and bustle surrounded me, but my thoughts were anchored in the memories of a mysterious lady one last time for the day.
Exiting the station, I made my way to the parking lot, where my BMW patiently awaited. The evening lights reflected off the sleek surface of the car, casting a warm glow in the dimming city-scape. I was just sitting behind the wheel, before getting home.
The engine purred to life, I sat in the comfortable cocoon of my car, the city sounds muted by the well-insulated interior. The leather seats cradled me comfortably. The city's skyline served as a backdrop, a silent witness. The glow of streetlights and the distant hum of traffic created a contemplative atmosphere.
***
As the evening settled in I was waiting for my husband. My name is Alison, I'm a 41-year-old stay-at-home mom, who decided to add a touch of surprise to Jay's day. With our daughter away at college, it seemed like the perfect time for a little playful teasing.
Wearing my comfortable jeans and a casual t-shirt, I hatched a mischievous plan. Jay had always had an appreciation for ladies' feet and sometimes women on crutches, and tonight, I thought, why not indulge in a bit of fun?
In the comfort of our home, I quietly removed my right shoe and sock, carefully elevating my foot to create the illusion of an injury. Positioned nearby, the crutches patiently awaited, ready to be the props in my playful charade. A mischievous grin adorned my face at the mere thought of Jay's forthcoming reaction.
Earlier that day, I had ventured to our local pharmacy on a mission to acquire a pair of crutches and ace bandages for my impromptu act. Back home I decided to wrap my right foot and ankle. The task unfolded with care, two rolls of Ace bandages becoming tools.
Each turn of the bandage was securing my foot and ankle in a snug embrace. I was surprised how nice it felt. The challenge ahead was evident: to gracefully navigate and move, all the while maintaining a stance that spared my right foot from bearing any weight.
In anticipation, I stood and leaned on the crutches, fully embracing the role of an injured mom, with a pretended injury. The thrill of the impromptu act was amplified by the knowledge that it would undoubtedly catch Jay off guard.
I don't think he ever saw me as a sexy injured MILF on crutches.
As I practised this newfound skill, the click-clack of the crutches against the floor became a playful prelude to the surprise awaiting my husband. The house, a silent witness to my antics, transforming an ordinary evening into something totally surprising for Jay but also me.
As the minutes ticked by, I got scared and wondered how he'd react to my little surprise. Would he be puzzled, concerned, or perhaps even amused?
The sound of the front door opening signalled Jay's arrival. I held my breath, suppressing a giggle as I prepared for the unveiling of my little act. The element of surprise was a gift, and I couldn't wait to see the look on his face.
With a playful twinkle in my eye, I greeted him, "Hey there, hope you had a better day than me?"
I pretended to moan lightly as I observed his expression, eagerly anticipating the moment when he would notice my crutches, and the one exposed wrapped foot and ankle.
***
As I stepped through the front door, a sense of familiarity greeted me. The comforting ambiance of home and I expected the usual evening routine. Little did I know that a surprise awaited me, from my poor injured wife.
In our living room, the atmosphere seemed charged with a subtle anticipation. Alison stood before me, pain in her eye as she casually leaned on a brand new pair of crutches. The surprise instantly caught my attention, and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and look at her right foot wrapped and off the floor.
"OMG, honey, what's going on?" I inquired, my gaze flickering from her face to the crutches, then down to her exposed and delicate toes.
Alison moved forward to greet me, "Nothing serious, just a bad sprain Jay. How was your day?" I couldn't quite decipher the seriousness of her injury.
As my eyes took in the scene again, I couldn't help but notice that her right foot was totally non weight bearing. A playful scenario unfolded in my mind, and the realization slowly dawned, Alison was so beautiful on her crutches but I needed to know more about that sprained ankle.
"I'm sorry, Alison. I hope you're not in too much pain," I said with genuine concern etched on my face.
The unexpected surprise injected a twist into our evening, the next few days or weeks possibly. Then, the memory of the sexy stranger in her tight fitting dress and high heel stiletto flashed in my mind but this time she was moving through the train on my wife's crutches.
OMG what a sight.
In sync with my sexual vision, Alison leaned over on her crutches and kissed my lips. The walls of our home echoed with the sexual tension I felt, the tension I created in my mind. I should be worried about Alison's injury, not the stranger on the train or how sexy my wife was on crutches.
As she navigated on crutches, the weight of Alison's sprained ankle lingered from that unexpected turn of events
"How bad is it?" I inquired, my concern deepening.
With a solemn expression, she replied, "Grade 3 sprain. It's quite severe."
As I absorbed the weight of Alison's revelation, a sombre realisation settled in. I was concerned, and in that moment, it dawned on me that the consequence of a third-degree sprain meant weeks on crutches, with the added challenge of non-weight-bearing. The lines between my sexual attraction to her lovely feet, a badly sprained ankle, weeks on beautiful crutches blurred..
But...Maybe I could...No get that out of your mind Jay.
***
What grade 3, why did I make it such a bad injury? I watched Jay's concern right away, maybe I should have said 1st degree.
"Come on, let's get you to the couch and elevate that ankle," he suggested, guiding me gently.
Guided by my crutches, I carefully moved towards the couch, and Jay, with a gentle touch, arranged pillows to cradle and support my wrapped ankle and foot. His tenderness was palpable, and in the midst of my apparent injury, I couldn't help but notice him staring at my bandaged ankle and foot, he was so turned on sexually, it was impossible to hide it.
"Doctor said three weeks, maybe more on my crutches" I shared with a feigned weariness.
"How did you sprained your ankle so bad?" His eyes never left my exposed toes and my eyes never left the shape of his hard penis inside his pants.
"Just a clumsy misstep while I was out shopping. You know how it goes, I answered our daughter's call while still walking..." My answer held a touch of playfulness, attempting to keep the atmosphere light despite the apparent severity of the situation.
I was clearly losing control of the situation and I loved it.
Romance on a train
Part 3 to come
K
Wednesday, December 27, 2023
Tuesday, December 26, 2023
Romance on a train part 1
Romance on a train
Part 1
June 4, morning
As I settled into my seat aboard the Metro-North Railroad Hudson Line, the hum of anticipation buzzed in the air. My name is Jay, I'm a 45-year-old marketing executive from New York, en route for a crucial meeting with a potential new client in the scenic town of Hudson.
The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels was the only sound breaking the stillness until, like a gentle breeze, she walked by. She was a sophisticated woman, I guessed mid 40s and she caught my attention from the corner of my eye.
I swear it felt like choreography where each step was a delicate dance, her heels clicking on the floor of the train. The sway of her hips told a story of confidence, and as she passed, a captivating fragrance trailed behind her.
Her dress hugged to every curve just right. It's like the dress was tailor-made for her, it's swirled in response to her movements, creating a sexual aura around her. Unable to resist the magnetic pull that she had, I couldn't help but steal glances from behind. She moved with purpose, each step in control.
I mean, to be totally honest, I have no idea what the name of her dress was but...it was a masterpiece of tailoring, accentuating her very feminine figure in a way that was simultaneously modest, alluring and oh so sensual.
She found her seat and as she settled in, the anticipation in the air seemed to intensify. I watched as she crossed her long legs, executing the movement slowly. The high heel dangled ever so slightly and she rubbed her right foot, adding a touch of playfulness to the scene.
The way she crossed her legs was a captivating spectacle, an invitation that could have only been surpassed if she was in a beautiful and stylish short leg cast. But eh we can't have everything.
Her fingers, without any wedding ring, caressed her pantyhose covered leg in a tender, almost teasing way. It was a gesture of self-assurance at the minimum or a silent declaration.
The train carried us forward, but at that moment, time seemed to stand still. This fleeting encounter would be etched in my memory, where every detail, from the delicate steps to the subtle caresses of her sexy leg and foot, became a part of a romantic overture on this train.
***
The train hummed along the tracks. My name is Emily. I'm a 44-year-old CEO of a private and expensive resort and I was en route to a meeting that held the promise of new partnerships.
I was dressed in a Varucci pencil dress. That dress is a true gem in my wardrobe, sophistication with a touch of vintage look. It was black and it carried an air of refinement. The classic pencil dress design gracefully embraces my curves, creating a chic appearance.
The dress stops just above my knee, offering a perfect blend of modesty and charm for this important meeting.
I stepped into the carriage, my high heel stiletto pumps were a bit too loud for me against the floor. As I walked by, I noticed the man sitting on the side stealing furtive glances at me.
The knowledge of his eyes tracing my every step sent a thrill through me. There was a pull in the air, an unspoken connection that transcended the ordinary. With every step I took, I teased him, allowing the black fabric of my dress to accentuate the graceful movements.
The soft sway of my hips was even more intentional, a silent invitation to a spectacle that only the two of us shared. The subtle fragrance of my perfume lingered in my wake, leaving a trace of mystery that heightened the anticipation.
Finding my seat, I sensed his gaze still lingering on me. Deliberately, I crossed my legs, letting my stiletto pump dangle. It was the perfect moment to discreetly rub my ankle, which, just six weeks ago, had been encased in a dark blue cast. As the train approached its final stop, I realized that the explanation for the leg cast would have to wait for another time.
In a strange way, It was a dance of seduction I kinda did with each movement of my long legs and feet. My beautiful tight fitting dress was elegant but also whispered that I was a woman that knew the power of sexual seduction.
As I settled into my seat with my back to him, I knew I would possibly never see him again. The train carried us forward and we shared this moment. I had removed my wedding ring while my fingers traced a path along my leg in a deliberate caress.
Caressing my pantyhose had been a tease, I will admit that dear readers.
***
The train glided into the Hudson station, and as the doors opened with a soft hiss, the anticipation building through the ride reached its crescendo. I felt a surge of excitement as I waited for the beautiful woman to exit the train. Her black dress and heels had left an indelible impression on my mind, and the prospect of seeing her once again sent a flutter through my senses.
As the passengers disembarked, I stood by, my gaze fixed on the door, eager for that moment when she would step onto the platform in a classic cast and crutches. But in reality, there she was looking professional and out of my league.
But still at first my eyes traced the elegant arc of her feet, her high heel stiletto pumps leading the way with every step. The tight fitting dress hugged her silhouette, emphasizing the gentle curve of her legs and hips, with each stride.
As she approached, I couldn't resist the subtle rise and fall of her large breasts that drew my attention, in addition to everything that captured my imagination on the train. The anticipation mounted, and time seemed to slow as I marvelled at the exquisite details that had eluded me during our initial encounter from behind.
Her red lips, had a hint of a mysterious smile, held the promise of sexual stories. I couldn't help but be attracted to this woman even though I'm married. Her eyes, framed by the delicate strands of hair that caressed her face, were lovely like everything else.
And then, our eyes met. The connection was electric, the tight fitting black dress, the sexy high heel shoes...all faded into the background as our gaze locked, bridging the distance that had separated us moments ago. This was the woman who had teased and captivated me throughout the train ride.
***
As I descended from the train, I couldn't help but feel a heightened awareness of his presence. A casual glance over my shoulder confirmed what my intuition had already sensed...his gaze was still fixed on me, all of me. The connection we had forged during the ride lingered, and the prospect of facing him head-on sent a thrilling shiver through me.
The game of cat and mouse, a dance of glances and hidden connections, had been a long-lost thrill in my life. It had been two years since I last played that sensual game. After losing my husband to cancer, the willingness to participate had eluded me.
Maybe I was ready.
Stepping off the train, I cautiously set foot on the platform, mindful of a past misstep that had resulted in a fractured ankle. A seemingly simple movement had morphed into a six-week ordeal, a blue cast, crutches, and the burden of non-weight bearing. The memory lingered, turning a routine action into caution.
But there he was and our eyes met, and in that moment, the unspoken connection transformed into a tangible force. I smiled, I was breathing faster and the rise and fall of my chest beneath my dress echoed the heartbeat of a story that was waiting to be written.
Approaching Jay, the magnetic pull intensified, drawing me nearer to the man who had become an unexpected part of today's train journey narrative. However, I chose to walk past him, as I wasn't quite ready for what awaited.
Romance on a train
Part 2 to come
K
Monday, December 25, 2023
Sunday, December 24, 2023
Saturday, December 23, 2023
Romance on a train. Prologue
Hello dear readers
Step into a world where mysteries deepen, and connections unfold in the most unexpected ways. In this new story, the narrative revolves around Jay, Emily, and Alison, each carrying a story waiting to be unveiled between fact and fiction.
As we delve into the intricacies of their lives, a romantic journey takes shape, filled with encounters that spark curiosity, subtle mysteries that linger in the air, and unexpected sexual connections that bind them together.
Jay, a married man navigating the paths of his responsibilities, encounters Emily, an enigmatic and sexy woman whose presence introduces playful banter and shared moments into his reality and fetish world.
Meanwhile, Alison, Jay's beautiful wife, remains at home, blissfully unaware of the layers of intrigue weaving around her. The unfolding narrative holds secrets, leaving readers eager to uncover the twists and turns that fate has in store for these characters.
Join me as I explore the love and sexual life of these living personas, where love, mystery, and unexpected connections await us at every turn.
Hope you enjoy this lovely love story with a twist.
Karine
Friday, December 22, 2023
Prelude to Darkness conclusion
Prelude to Darkness
Conclusion
When the car door opened, Amelia got out gracefully, showing her experience being in a leg cast for so long. Her bright red cast, a symbol of so much, caught the soft morning light. Standing beside her, I offered a hand for support.
With a thankful smile, Amelia reached for her crutches, handling them gently as if they were a part of her, what they were becoming. Her steps became over the months a graceful dance, the sound of crutches echoing her journey.
The air buzzed with new energy as Amelia, was a living example of bouncing back from a terrible accident. Navigating the winding corridors of the hospital, we made our way to her appointment. There was a palpable sense of anticipation, mixture of excitement and concern for what lay ahead.
Amelia, leaning on her crutches defied the challenges of her long leg cast with her confidence. Her red cast still drew attention, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.
"I'm so happy you're here with me Vincent. Mondays with Dr. Robinson always feels like an unpredictable event, she is afterall working for my dad."
I smiled in response, my heart skipping a beat. "You know me, always up for an adventure, especially when it involves Satan's daughter and her mysterious doctor."
"You do have a point there."
One last hallway until we reached Dr. Robinson's office. The door swung open, and the doctor greeted us with a warm smile.
"Good morning, Vincent. Amelia. Ready for the next cast?" Dr. Robinson's voice was soothing, carrying a blend of professionalism and familiarity.
"Always, Dr. Robinson. What's the plan for today?" Amelia inquired as she settled into the table, Dr. Robinson turned her attention to me. "Vincent, how's the arm and thumb? Any issues since our last encounter?"
I flexed my fingers, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. "Not bad, Dr. Robinson. The cast has been doing its job."
She nodded approvingly, her gaze holding a subtle warmth. "That's good to hear. If you ever need adjustments or have concerns, don't hesitate to reach out. Now, let's focus on the main event today."
In the midst of the doctor's comments, my eyes couldn't help but appreciate the sight of Amelia. Her fitted jean skirt, blouse, the vibrant red cast, her hair elegantly gathered in a bun, framed her face with a few loose strands. And those Nike shoe on her good leg, undeniably stylish.
Dr. Robinson used a cast saw to take off Amelia's red cast. As the layers came off, you could see healing bruises and marks from past surgeries on her leg. With practised ease, Dr. Robinson applied the new cast, the black contrasting with the whiteness of Amelia's skin under the cast. A protective cast shoe completed the ensemble, adding a new touch.
"Alright, Amelia, this cast is designed to offer more support while allowing you to gradually put some weight on the leg. It's a step forward," .
Amelia grinned, happy of the transformation. "A black cast with a cast shoe, I quite like it."
As Dr. Robinson made adjustments to the cast shoe. The transition from a full leg cast to a shorter, more mobile version marked progress in Amelia's journey. The once-confined knee was evolving into new adaptability.
With the appointment concluded, Amelia moved with the sleek black cast off the floor, knee bent until she felt secure to walk on it. The sex that night was...amazing...fantastic with both her legs wrapped around me while I inserted my casted thumb inside her...for the first time.
Eight months later, Amelia and I stood at the entrance of a quaint church, poised to embark on a new chapter of our lives. The air was charged with whispers and curious glances, for the daughter of Satan violating the sacred space.
Amelia, radiant in a breathtaking bridal gown, glided down the aisle with grace on her two long and healthy legs that mesmerized onlookers and my family, couldn't help but be enchanted by the beauty that radiated from the bride.
Dressed in a classic black suit, I watched in awe as Amelia approached. Her hair cascaded in loose curls, a delicate tiara adorning her head. A crimson bouquet of roses complemented the ensemble, and her piercing eyes locked onto mine with unwavering love.
As we exchanged vows, mysterious echoes surrounded us, a reminder of Amelia's supernatural lineage. The priest, unfazed, pronounced us husband and wife. Her gown accentuated her curves and baby bump In a heartwarming twist, Amelia cradled her eight-month pregnant belly, a testament to the unique nature of our love.
Instead of the traditional "I do," she whispered, "We do," with a mischievous glint in her eyes. I, caught off guard, looked at her with a mix of pure joy. Amelia gazed into my eyes and said,
"It's a boy, my love. Satan's grandson..."
The end
K
Thursday, December 21, 2023
Wednesday, December 20, 2023
Prelude to Darkness part 7
Prelude to Darkness
Part 7
As Satan shook my hand, I locked eyes with Amelia, anticipating nothing out of the ordinary. However, an unexpected twist accompanied the gesture. A sudden, agonizing jolt shot through my right arm, and I couldn't suppress a gasp. As I looked down, I noticed Satan's parting gift, my dislocated thumb and broken arm. His words, delivered with otherworldly charm, echoed in my ears,
"Merry Christmas, Vincent. Imagine what I would do to you if you hurt my daughter"
After Satan's departure, leaving Amelia and me in a quiet corner to reflect on the night's peculiar turn of events. Her gaze flickered between my face and the slight discomfort evident as I cradled my broken arm.
"Oh Vincent, I'm so sorry" she began, her voice a delicate blend of curiosity and excitement, "how does it feel?"
I winced, "Well, it's not exactly pleasant. Satan has quite the handshake."
Amelia's lips curved into a mischievous smile while she intentionally rubbed her broken leg against me. "Mmm, I bet. But you know, Vincent, there will be something attractive about seeing you in a medical cast."
Amelia was clearly interested, excited, and perhaps something deeper. The notion of me in a long arm cast was clearly turning her on sexually.
"Would you mind if I had a closer look? I swear I won't hurt you" she asked, her eyes glinting with a playful curiosity.
I nodded, offering my injured arm for her inspection. As she gently examined the affected area, I couldn't help but wonder about the connection between us. Amelia leaned over and her red perfect lips traced the contours of my broken arm sending waves of pain, then her tongue darted my dislocated thumb... The lines between desire and reality blurred once more. Everything about this woman was on the edge.
Dr. Steffi Robinson, Satan's private physician, emerged from the shadows like he did earlier, the atmosphere took on a surreal quality. Her eyes locked onto my injured arm and she gestured for me to sit, and as I settled into a chair, anticipation filled the air. With a gentle yet precise touch, Dr. Robinson meticulously manipulated my dislocated thumb, delicately guiding it back into its proper position with precision, expertise and pain.
Once satisfied with the alignment, "Vincent, I would like to continue the treatment in a more private setting. Follow me to my room; we need to apply a long arm cast for optimal healing."
Once inside the room, Amelia assisted me in removing my shirt, revealing the injured arm. First, she applied a layer of soft cotton padding to the skin. Next, she selected the roll of fibreglass casting tape, dripped in water, and removed the excess water. As she began wrapping the tape around my arm, a sense of warmth and security enveloped me. Gradually forming the structure of the cast, protecting my broken arm and thumb.
Dr. Robinson's hands moved with conviction, navigating the contours of my arm, the solid white cast took shape, encasing my arm from my hand and thumb to way past my elbow. As Dr. Robinson secured the final layers, she glanced up with a reassuring smile.
Amelia, standing by my side on her crutches, observed the process with fascination. She leaned in, her lips inches away from my ear. "Vincent," she whispered, her breath caressing my ear, "I'm so sorry my dad did that to you"
Her fingers delicately grazed the edge of my cast, and I felt a current of energy coursing through me. With my broken arm and Amelia's broken leg, we made our way to the waiting limo. Amelia on her crutches was beside me with a soft click of her crutches against the floor. She leaned in and kissed me.
As we approached the sleek black limo, I carefully eased myself into the back seat. Amelia, with her broken leg, followed suit, navigating the confined space with ease. She slid her cast into the limo, the sleek surface of her cast brushing against the upholstery. The soft glow from the interior lights accentuated the contours of her cast, creating a silhouette. With a subtle twist and turn, she settled into the seat, her crutches beside her.
Once we arrived home, Amelia, still on her crutches, looked exhausted, her face reflecting the toll of navigating the festivities with a broken leg. I followed her towards the bedroom, I noticed the fatigue in her eyes but the sexy red dress still clung to her every curve.
Once in the bedroom, I helped Amelia sit on the edge of the bed, I leaned her crutches against the nightstand. The anticipation of what was to come painted a soft smile on her face.
With delicate movements, I knelt down, my cast tracing the line of her leg cast. Her eyes met mine, sexual desire dancing within them. Carefully, I unzipped her dress and she lifted up her arms and I pulled it off over her head. I kissed her and she looked so desirable in her bra and lace garter belt attached to her stoking.
I lifted her broken leg, her cast in my hand and removed the small black sock, kissing her exposed toes at the end of her red cast. Then I did the same to her good leg, pulling off the high heel pump before removing her stoking. Holding on to her foot with my broken arm, I spent a few minutes on her good foot, licking and kissing her arch and toes.
She untied my pants and my penis applied pressure against her vagina. She moaned as I slowly penetrated her, my large penis going deeper into her. She pulled herself up by my broken arm and we kissed while I slowly and gently pleased her. She groaned and moaned in my mouth, biting my lips. I started to go faster and faster, my penis was pulsating inside her. Her eyes were closed when her orgasm shook her all over and I came inside her.
As the morning light filtered through the curtains, we found ourselves seated at the coffee table, sipping on freshly brewed coffee. Amelia, on the chair with her crutches by her side, took a sip from her cup while her long red cast peeked out beneath the robe.
Our conversation turned to the unique characters we encountered at Satan's Christmas party. The siren and demon, and the sexy wheelchair-bound lesbian couple. Amelia's eyes sparkled as she recalled the details, they had made quite an impression on her.
"The poor siren with her broken arms was so beautiful."
She glanced at my broken arm, her gaze lingering on the cast. "Speaking of which," she said, her tone teasing and her fingers on my broken thumb , "you were quite a hit with your own special accessory. How's the arm feeling today?"
I flexed my fingers, testing my mobility. "Not too bad, considering. Dr. Robinson did her magic."
"You know, it's fascinating how everyone at the party had their own story, their own struggles."
"True. All sexy within their own burdens."
Amelia's gaze shifted to her leg cast, and she smiled. "Speaking of burdens, Monday is when I get my new cast."
Prelude to Darkness
conclusion to come
K
Tuesday, December 19, 2023
Monday, December 18, 2023
Sunday, December 17, 2023
Prelude to Darkness part 6
Prelude to Darkness
Part 6
The sleek black limo came to a smooth stop in front of the opulent entrance to Satan's Xmas party. Anticipating Amelia's graceful exit, I instinctively moved to assist. The chauffeur opened the door. Amelia, in her sexy red dress and one high heel shoe, delicately slid her long, broken leg out of the limo.
"Vincent," she purred, extending a hand toward me. "Assistance, please." Like she needed help but I offered a hand anyway. "You've got it."
With careful precision, Amelia stepped out, her red cast grazing my leg. As her heels met the ground, she shifted gracefully onto her crutches, a movement perfected by weeks of navigating the world on her own terms. The festive allure of the infernal party awaited, and I couldn't help but think at how beautiful she looked.
"Ready for a night in the depths of indulgence, Vincent?" she teased.
"More than ready. Lead the way."
And so, with Amelia guiding the way on her crutches, we entered Satan's soirée, where the boundary between sin and celebration blurred in a symphony of desires, fetishes and forbidden delights.
As we walked into the room, a first couple immediately drew her attention as Amelia and I strolled through her crutches tapping on the polished floor, she was fascinated with the captivating couple.
"Vincent", she mused, her eyes fixated on the scene, "The demon in a Tuxedo with full leg braces, and his sexy young succubus with those two short walking casts. It's like she's dancing using her 2 walking sticks for support."
It's so hard to describe but this young woman was rocking this adorable dress with two broken legs, in short walking casts, and she was using these fancy walking sticks to hobble around.
"They're quite a sight, aren't they?" I remarked, sensing Amelia's genuine interest.
"Absolutely,her existence as a succubus provides desire and darkness. Like in my life fate dealt her a peculiar hand but that gown... simply exquisite."
In another corner of the room, wearing festive colors, a short man in a serpent costume danced with a siren in a tight-fitting suit. Amelia nudged me, saying, "Vincent, look at them. I think she's already fallen in her one-legged siren costume."
The beautiful siren had two broken arms, one in a short cast and the other in a full arm cast. Despite her inability to move, she danced with her partner, who supported her balance. She was a vision rubbing him all over with her broken arm, he was so close to orgasm that Amelia was unable to contain her intrigue and walked to the couple on her crutches.
"Hello, lovely Amelia, so nice to see you again" the siren greeted as Amelia approached the dancing couple on her crutches. A subtle smile adorned Amelia's face as she engaged in conversation.
Amelia, unable to contain her sexual attraction, "Your dance is mesmerizing with two broken arms. How did you break them?"
The siren smiled and with her cast caressed Amelia left breast, "Ah, it was a dance with fate, my dear. A bad fall orchestrated by your father. But tell me, how did you end up with those stylish crutches?" Amelia's smile grew, and she playfully moved closer, her fingers delicately tracing the contours of the siren's hard casts.
"Oh, a hit-and-run artist left me originally with two broken legs, but this one," she pointed to her sexy long red cast, "refused to heal properly."
My eyes were captivated by the broken arms of the siren, seamlessly blending with my girlfriend's body. Rubbing from her tight behind to her round breasts, the sight was so erotic. Amelia turned back to me and smiled, then she leaned down and kissed her, still looking at me for a reaction.
Satan's daughter had clearly been turned on by the results of her dad's action.
I watched as she moved her hard cast forward between the siren's legs and softly pressed her lips against hers at the same. The younger lady opened them up ever so slightly. I stared at the red cast, her wet vagina leaving a trace, rubbing against it, she was moaning quietly. Their tongues met and the siren came all over my girlfriend's broken leg.
As the demon and the siren moved away, Amelia, leaning on her crutches, turned her attention toward me. Her eyes sparkled with pure lust after that encounter. She moved closer and the air around us charged with a sexual energy.
On our way to meet her father, we came across 2 beautiful women. There was nothing erotic or even sensual around them, the atmosphere was one of grace and kindness, their genuine smiles radiating warmth.
The first woman was sitting in her wheelchair with both legs broken and beside her was her life partner, who, unfortunately, had lost the use of her legs in the same car accident. Despite the challenges life had thrown at them, their love was evident in the way they interacted.
Amelia, on her crutches, approached them and a conversation started. The woman with both legs in casts shared their story.
"It all happened so fast in a car accident, a moment that changed our life."
The second woman rolled closer and with her hand on one of the long cast of her wife, her eyes filled with vulnerability, added, "And my partner has been my rock, helping me navigate this new reality, even with 2 badly broken legs"
Amelia nodded, her eyes reflecting solidarity with the two women. "God has a way of testing us, but it also opens doors to remarkable connections."
As we approached a table, Amelia struggled in her tight fitting dress and her long cast to sit down, so I offered a supportive hand. The smile on her lips spoke volumes about the spirit within her.
"Vincent, what if I had my own special interest in these fetishes?" She asked
A raised eyebrow conveyed my curiosity as I awaited her revelation.
"You know, Vincent, I might just have a desire to see you in a cast. A little fantasy of mine, if you will."
As we navigated the vibrant corridors of this huge property, I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises the night might unfold. While we were kissing Satan himself made a discreet appearance. The air seemed to change right away as the dark figure approached. Amelia, breaking away from our kiss, greeted her father with a warm smile.
"Hello father, I hope you enjoyed what you saw at the party?" she asked, kissing him on the lips.
Satan, red eyes gleaming with paternal pride, nodded. "Indeed, my dear. You looked absolutely enchanting in your full leg cast and the way you move on your crutches looks like you were meant to be on them permanently. Like a very sexy crippled woman"
Amelia blushed at the compliment and suggestion, I saw her gaze lingered on her long red cast, the perfect shape of it. Then she moved to her right leg, strong and capable. A subtle realization sparked in her eyes, and a mischievous smile played on her lips as she looked at her underarm crutches and considered the intriguing possibility that her father had unveiled...
"Would forearm crutches be better if ever..."
Satan's gaze then shifted to me, his presence imposing. "Vincent, a pleasure to have you here. I trust the festivities met your expectations?"
I didn't have any expectations but I extended my hand in a respectful gesture. "Thank you sir, It was an extraordinary experience."
As Satan shook my hand, I stared in Amelia's eyes as an unexpected...
Prelude to Darkness
Part 7 to come
K
Saturday, December 16, 2023
Prelude to Darkness part 5
I mean how often do you get an invitation to a Christmas party from Satan?
Dear Vincent,
You are hereby summoned, (scratch that) invited to a celebration like no other. The gates to hell will open to welcome you to a Christmas soiree hosted by the Prince of Darkness himself, me.
Join us in decadence.
Attire: This is no ordinary gathering, let your choice of attire reflect the duality of your existence, between the mortal you are and the fetish world that drives your sexuality.
Venue: Well Amelia will advise the driver. I’m sure you can understand for safety reasons.
Entertainment: The pure mortal shall enchant you with performances that defy the ordinary.
Refreshments: My daughter is yours for now, she owes you for what you did.
Date and Time: It shall commence on the eve of Christmas and ends when everybody is fully satisfied sexually. Prepare yourself for a Christmas celebration like you have never seen before Vincent. The underworld awaits you.
With infernal regards,
Satan, Lord of Darkness
Normally, Christmas was just another day on the calendar for me, a time when the world adorned itself with festive lights while I remained indifferent to the celebrations. But now, there was Amelia, Satan's daughter, who had the uncanny ability to turn ordinary moments into extraordinary experiences.
“Vincent, are you seriously telling me you've never celebrated Christmas?” Amelia asked, leaning on her crutches.
I chuckled, running a hand through my hair. “Never really saw the point, but I suppose exceptions can be made.”
She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, you're in for a treat. My dad knows how to throw a party.”
"You see, Vincent, It's not about the tinsel or the carols, it's about the vulnerabilities and desires that surface in the hearts of mortals during that season, we see it everywhere every year.”
She slowly licked her lips, perhaps sensing the curiosity in my gaze. "Think of it as regular folks exploring their own fetishes, Vincent. It’s like a man might wish that his girlfriend who is on crutches for 4 months for broken legs may not be enough , maybe he wants her permanently, mobile but with crutches, very sexy but crippled” she said moving around the room on her own crutches looking totally desirable.
“I remember Belinda, Vincent”
“How do you know about Belinda?”
“That’s not important, when she came to the office with a broken tibia, in a white plaster cast, and crutches for seven weeks? Did you really think she broke it falling off a step ladder while putting up the Christmas tree with her husband? “
“Maybe she did, why not?”
“Common, Vincent, three days before Christmas, her husband wanted more than another recreational cast, and she... loved him. You felt in love with her even if she was married that day seeing her in her cast, didn’t you?"
Vincent couldn't shake the images of Belinda back at the office with a broken tibia and her subsequent weeks in a white plaster cast. She was short, petite and very beautiful. Was it really just a misstep from a step ladder while decorating the Christmas tree with her husband?
Amelia was getting ready for the party, her long red cast was a striking accessory while it peeked out from beneath her vibrant red dress. Her right leg was in a stocking super flirty looking. The lace garter belt, attached to the net stockings added a stunning elegant touch.
A small black sock, one of mine protected her little toes, a subtle touch to protect them that peeked out at the end of her cast. The red dress she wore followed her lovely silhouette, cascading gracefully and ending at the knee. Her hair was elegantly gathered in a bun, with a few loose strands framing her face. As she moved gracefully through my house on her one Christian Louboutin, red Kate Psychic pointed toe pump, she looked charming.
That night, she chose to use her black underarm crutches, a nice contrast. Our interactions were laced with dialogues and stolen glances at her broken leg and sexy stocking. Amelia knew it and she would shoot me a look that spoke of pure lust.
“You know, Vincent, it's refreshing to see you stepping out of your comfort zone,” she remarked, her long fingers rubbing her cast inching up slowly.
I couldn't help but smile and stare at her long fingers. “Well, they say there's a first time for everything. You, of all people should know that”
She tilted her head and lifted her fingers to her lips, her eyes narrowing playfully. “And I never pegged you for someone who appreciates the magic of a painful break of ladies leg healing in its cast.”
I was caught off guard. “Leg casts? Yes but not a lady in pain” Amelia nodded, her gaze lingering on my right leg while she caressed her right breasts.
“You're what they call a caster or a snapper, right? Someone who loves ladies in leg casts? Or someone that sexually fantasies about more?”
I couldn't deny the truth in her words. “Guilty as charged, sometimes I find both intriguing.”
“Well, consider this Christmas party a feast for your eyes, Vincent. I might have a surprise or two for you.”
Amelia's words hung in the air, slowly, she moved towards me on her crutches, stood before me, her presence dominating the space like she often did. She leaned in, her lips finding mine, the kiss was full of passion and sexual tension. As our lips met her fingers found my penis and the world outside ceased to exist. She dropped her crutches as she wrapped her arms around me.
I couldn't resist her. I picked her up in my arms, our eyes met. Carrying her to the kitchen counter, I wanted us to be eye to eye in this intimate moment. She smiled on the counter, it reminded her of an affair she had years ago with a divorced father, who lets be blunt loved to fuck her on the counter.
My hands found the place on the small of her back, I traced the contours of her body through the fabric of her red dress. The contrast between the softness of the dress and the complexity of the red cast against my leg was amazing.
I had one hand on her right leg, in the long black stocking while she freed my penis and my hand explored the calf muscles and curves of her right leg. She sensually slid her cast between my legs, against my penis, teasing me and rubbing me.
Amelia, in that moment, transformed into any man or woman's dream lover. She applied more pressure with her broken leg while I slid my fingers along her red cast to her dripping vagina.
“Have you ever imagined breaking your arm and thumb Vincent? I have, I’m the one who broke it, picture it, long arm cast, a bit inconvenient but maybe kind of... interesting?” she whimpered.
I could imagine and feel my broken thumb in a cast while I pushed my cast inside her, the rough surface looking for her clitoris and then she pulled me closer. I drove my penis inside her, moving in and out. Soon she was moaning from the pressure on her swollen clitoris while both of our orgasms grew closer.
Her eyes were closed, her hands caressed her round breasts, pulling hard on her nipples, her back arched, moaning and growling louder and louder, she was the perfect animal for me. I groaned and pushed my penis into her harder and faster. I could feel the ripples inside her of her orgasm while I drove deeper into her if that was at all possible until we both came.
While catching my breath I stared into her eyes and wondered what she met when she said “I might have a surprise or two for you.”
Prelude to Darkness
Part 6 to come
K