Sunday, May 5, 2024
Saturday, May 4, 2024
Jessica then and now Chapter 6
Jessica then and now
Chapter 6
2030's
His words echoed in my head.... by breaking your sexy long leg once again in the present.
"I'm willing to do whatever it takes, well almost"
"We'll start with creating a safe moment when we break your leg again, and then once I'm gone back in time you'll proceed to mimic the progression of your recovery, from the initial bulky cast to the lighter ones as your healing progresses."
Understanding the gravity of what was required, I nodded. "Living through those months again, from the pain and shock of the injury to the gradual improvements and challenges of rehabilitation, it's going to be so intense."
I grabbed my crutches and steadied myself on my good leg, feeling the weight of the cast on my other. Gripping the crutches tightly, I carefully positioned them under my arms and headed toward the stairs.
Reaching the top of the stairs, I paused for a moment to catch my breath. The photo I wanted was tucked away in a drawer in my bedroom. I made my way to the drawer, opening it with a sense of purpose still leaning on my crutches like if I needed them medically.
The photo with its edges slightly faded from years of being tucked away brought back memories, the sterile hospital room, the white walls, my leg in a full leg cast elevated in a device to alleviate the throbbing pain and the uncomfortable hospital bed that had been my constant companion during those difficult days of recovery. Despite the smile I tried to muster for the camera, the discomfort and distress were evident in my eyes. It was a moment frozen in time
I held the photo gently, tracing the lines of my younger self captured in a moment of vulnerability. It was a reminder of how far I had come. Turning, I made my way back down the stairs, negotiating each step carefully.
Returning downstairs with the photo clutched in my hand, I joined Liam, his eyes lit up as I placed the photo in front of him, and I could sense the gravity of our mission weighing upon us. This photo held part of the key to unlocking the possibilities.
"This is it," I said. Liam nodded and leaned in to kiss me, to reassure me. "With this photo as our guide, we can navigate back in time"
I nodded in agreement with Liam's plan, accepting the importance of every detail to recreate the past.
Liam then suggested, "It would be helpful to have clothing similar to what you might have worn during that time before you actually broke your leg, something that captures the essence of who you were back then."
I paused, considering his words. "I still have my knee high riding boots from that period, a relic of my equestrian days."
"Perfect," Liam replied, his enthusiasm evident.
We were so close to at least trying the time travel experience. I carefully navigated the stairs, my crutches supporting my weight as I ascended step by step. With my knee bent and the cast lifted off the ground, I moved with practised ease, my movements fluid despite the challenge, feeling so sexy with Liam staring at me, my leg and my cast. Each movement was deliberately sensual on my crutches.
Reaching my bedroom, I leaned against the door frame for a moment, catching my breath. Stepping into my bedroom, I approached the closet where I kept my riding boots. I carefully unlaced my Nike shoe and slipped it off, feeling the cool air against my foot. The familiarity of my riding boots brought a sense of nostalgia, reminding me of the days spent riding horses and the freedom it brought.
As I slid my foot into the well-worn leather of the riding boot, a wave of memories washed over me. The snug fit, the familiar scent of leather, and the sturdy sole. With each lace secured, I felt a sense of readiness and determination, as if the boot held the key to unlocking the mysteries of time travel.
With my riding boot now in place, I stood tall, the weight of the boot grounding me in the present while connecting me to the past. As I made my way back to the staircase, my crutches echoing softly with each step, I noticed Liam staring at my photo, his gaze focused intently on my broken leg I was sure. He seemed lost in thought, as if he was caressing the photo with his eyes while his hand was rubbing his erected penis inside his jeans.
"You were so beautiful in that hospital bed Jessica" Liam added, his voice soft almost moaning rubbing himself faster and faster.
I was mesmerized sensing wetness between my own legs like if his precum was teasing me. When he opened his jeans, he was still captivated by my photo and I was distracted watching him masturbate in my living room, because of that I'm sure, I couldn't help but lose my balance for a fraction of a second.
I really can't explain it but It was almost as if the energy of the past and our shared mission had shifted the ground beneath me. In a split second, my riding boot slipped, and I tumbled forward ever so slowly, my crutches clattering to the ground as I began to fall down the stairs.
"Jessica!" Liam moaned, exploding in his hands, his voice filled with concern and sensuality as he watched in horror.
But it was too late for me. The fall seemed to unfold in slow motion as I hit the hard wood of the stairs, my short cast banging and breaking against the unforgiving surface. I let out a sharp cry of pain as my leg got trapped in the handrail, the pressure causing it to break under the tumbling force.
I did hear him say "Are you okay?!" but his voice was urgent as he disappeared from my living room. I tried to understand, but the pain was overwhelming. Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to catch my breath.
"Oh god, I think... I think I broke my leg... again," I managed to say to nobody but myself, my voice strained with agony. I also managed to free my broken leg from the handrail, wincing at the shooting pain that accompanied the movement.
I examined my broken leg, the twist and bend evident even in the dim light of the living room. The sight made my stomach churn, a mix of disbelief and pain washing over me in waves. My sexy long leg now lay in an unnatural position, a cruel reminder of the fall's impact.
With trembling hands, I reached out, hesitant yet compelled to touch the broken cast. The slightest movement of the leg cast sent sharp spikes of pain shooting through my body, causing me to gasp and grit my teeth. The skin around the cast was already starting to swell, a telltale sign of the trauma inflicted.
As I traced the lines of the broken cast with my fingertips, I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment, as if this broken leg belonged to someone else entirely, another Jessica. It was a surreal experience, confronting the reality of my injury in such a raw and immediate way.
With each passing second, the pain intensified, I forced myself to take deep breaths, trying to calm the rising panic and focus on the task at hand, getting to my cell phone, getting help and seeking medical attention as soon as possible.
Turning onto my stomach, I moaned while I assessed the distance to my purse and phone, it was only ten feet away. With determination fuelled by pain and sexual excitement, I crawled forward, each movement agonizing yet necessary.
Almost there, I dragged myself along the floor, gritting my teeth against the sharp jolts of pain that shot through my broken leg with every shuffle. The sound of the hard cast scratching my lovely hardwood flooring.
Now my fingertips brushed against the soft fabric of my purse. Adrenaline surged as I reached inside, my fingers fumbling until they found the familiar shape of my iPhone 24. With trembling hands, I pulled it out, my vision blurred with tears of frustration and agony.
First I dialed Liam's number with shaking fingers but stopped. Would he know me now that he went back in time? I dialed 911 each tone as a reminder of the urgency of my situation. I could hear a female voice on the other end, I knew this voice, her concern evident even through the phone.
"Jessica?"...said Emily.
I struggled to understand how it could be her? Between gasps of pain and tears I wondered if Liam going back in time had already affected Emily's life. I managed to prop myself up against the nearest piece of furniture, my broken leg throbbing with intensity.
"Yes it me Em" I said
"How can I help you Jess?"
"Em I...Broke my leg again, the same one?" I said
"Again? But Jessica you didn't break your leg...you..."
"Oh god nooooo, it all came back to me... Liammmmm" I yelled
Chapter 7 to come
K
Friday, May 3, 2024
Thursday, May 2, 2024
Jessica then and now Chapter 5
Jessica then and now
Chapter 5
2030's
In that moment, as I felt her response to my touch and her curiosity matching mine, I knew she was the perfect partner for my time-travelling experience. Leaning over, I kissed this lovely woman on the cheek, expecting a reciprocated peck. To my surprise, she turned her head slightly and met my lips with hers, a tender and unexpected kiss followed by her tongue meeting mine with eagerness.
My hand was resting momentarily on her cast, loving the feel of the surface under my fingers, "But it's not just about physical travel. Imagine If I was able to go back 1 week and warn you about the stairs, about breaking your ankle. Imagine the possibilities."
Her insights from her readings and questions added a new dimension to my research, sparking ideas and avenues of exploration that I hadn't considered before. We shared a curiosity and passion for exploring the unknown. The touch of her cast lingered in my mind, but something felt off. It was like a subtle reminder that the realities can sometimes be filled with mysteries and potential lies.
I felt a mix of excitement and doubt. A nagging feeling that her explanation for her cast might be false, lingered in the back of my mind.
"I need to go back. I have a meeting this afternoon, could you give me a hand to stand up please?" Jessica asked, a hint of vulnerability in her voice even if I knew she didn't need my help at all. I nodded, understanding her need to keep the cast off the floor. Gently, I helped her to her foot.
Handing her the crutches, I watched as she skilfully balanced herself, swinging her cast through the crutches she moved naturally. With each step, she navigated the room to the rhythmic sound of her crutches echoing softly against the floor. It was a beautiful sight and yet I felt like I was missing something.
As days passed after our initial meeting, I couldn't shake off the doubts that had crept into my mind. Jessica's explanation for her leg cast felt too perfect, almost scripted, and it left me wondering about the authenticity of our connection and the true nature of her involvement in my research. One evening, as I was lost in thought at my desk, my phone buzzed with a message from Jessica.
"Liam, can we meet? I'd like to discuss something important," her message read.
Feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension, I replied, "Of course, Jessica. When and where?"
She responded promptly, "How about tomorrow at my place? I'll explain everything about my cast and ankle then." I agreed to the meeting, intrigued by the prospect of getting answers to the lingering doubts that had been plaguing me. The next day, I found myself standing outside Jessica's beautiful house, the anticipation building with each passing second.
"Come in, Liam," As Jessica welcomed me into her apartment, her warm smile masked the tension I sensed in her eyes. She was wearing jeans that had been expertly cut at the knee to accommodate her leg cast. They hugged her curves in all the right places, adding style to her look with a white blouse and a Nike jogging shoe on her left foot.
As I sat across from Jessica in her cozy living room, the truth behind her cast awaited explanation. "So, Liam, I must admit, my love for being on crutches and wearing this recreational cast is not due to a broken ankle, as I led you to believe."
I knew it, I leaned forward slightly, inviting her to continue.
"It's so hard to explain, back in the 90s as a young actress, I began a fascination with leg casts and crutches, from a character I played on stage for months who had broken her ankle playing tennis. Over time, it evolved into a personal sexual fetish."
Wow listening intently, I realized that her connection to her crutches and cast ran deeper than I expected. It was a deliberate choice and I understood why she kept it hidden over the years and when we first met. She smiled while rubbing her cast. Her words resonated with me, sparking a new understanding of her perspective. Jessica's openness about her love for crutches and casts painted a picture of a woman who embraced life on her own terms like it or not.
"As much as I enjoy the theatrics of it all, I understand that it might have caused confusion about my real intentions regarding my involvement in your time-travel research."
I nodded, acknowledging the complexity of our situation. "It's a unique aspect of who you are, and it doesn't change my interest in collaborating with you on our exploration of time travel but from now we must be totally honest with each other."
Jessica's smile widened, a mixture of relief and gratitude evident in her eyes. "I'm glad to hear that, and I appreciate your understanding."
Our conversation shifted to the intricacies of time travel, into the possibilities and challenges of temporal exploration, I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of excitement in our collaboration. The truth behind Jessica's cast had brought us closer, bridging any lingering doubts or misunderstandings.
One thing remained, I couldn't help but wonder about her motivations for wanting to revisit moments before her fall from the horse and the missed audition for the Titanic role. Her openness about her love for crutches and casts had set the stage for a candid conversation, and I was eager to understand her perspective further.
"Can you explain why you're interested in going back in time before your accident and the missed audition?"
She took a moment to gather her thoughts, her gaze distant yet focused as if reliving moments from the past. "It's not about changing the events themselves, It's about reclaiming the possibilities that were lost, the what-ifs and maybes that haunt me to this day."
Jessica went on to describe the impact of her accident on her career trajectory and personal life. "That collision while on the horse, as devastating as it was, marked a turning point. It altered the course of my career and left me with a lingering sense of 'what could have been."
"It was a pivotal opportunity, one that could have catapulted my career to new heights. But fate had other plans, and I've carried that missed chance with me ever since."
Listening to her heartfelt explanation, I gained a newfound appreciation for the weight of her experiences and the dreams left unfulfilled. Her desire to revisit those moments wasn't about erasing the past but rather about embracing the possibilities of a different outcome, one that might redefine her life in ways she had yet to imagine and that was both thrilling and so dangerous.
"I understand, we can explore those possibilities and perhaps find a path that leads to a different outcome." Jessica's eyes sparkled with renewed hope, a glimmer of excitement dancing in their depths. "Thank you, for understanding."
"It's very important to realise that the prospect of changing that moment in time on your horse is exciting, we must also consider the dangers of not fully controlling the new outcome." Her expression changed, signalling her understanding of the gravity of what we will try to do.
"If we somehow prevent the collision that shattered your leg, there's no guarantee that the new timeline will unfold as you hope. It's a risk we must acknowledge."
Jessica nodded, her gaze thoughtful. "I know that changing that one moment could have far-reaching consequences," she acknowledged. "It's not just about my career trajectory but also about the ripple effects on my personal life, relationships, and experiences."
I leaned in, took her recreational cast in my hand, my tone serious yet tinged with obvious attraction. "We may be able to alter that specific event, but the complexities of time travel are such that the outcomes to you and everybody present that day. We could inadvertently create new physical challenges."
Jessica's eyes met mine, "I'm willing to take that risk if you are," I nodded, acknowledging her bravery.
"Time travel involves a deep connection to a specific moment in the past. It's not just about going back in time; it's about immersing oneself in that era, feeling the emotions, and reliving the experiences."
I paused, allowing my words to sink in before continuing. "For me to successfully navigate time, I will need 2 conditions, a special memento from that time period, something that holds significant emotional resonance, and you will need to be in the state you were after that event" I explained.
"The first step is straightforward and easy, you will need to locate a very specific photo taken right after your accident. It should capture the raw emotions you were feeling, the essence of who you were in that moment, when you first saw your long leg cast. Maybe a photo during your hospital stay with your long cast elevated."
Jessica's eyes sparked with understanding. "And once we secure this pivotal memento come the very difficult part, you'll need to relive that challenging year from your accident until I can successfully time travel back and alter your past. You, Jessica, will become the focal point, you will be the bridge between our current reality and the past we aim to revisit and the only way we can force that is by breaking your sexy long leg once again in the present."
Her expression shifted while my words echoed in her head.... by breaking your sexy long leg once again in the present.
"I'm willing to do whatever it takes." She said while we both looked at her leg and short cast.
Chapter 6 to come
K
Wednesday, May 1, 2024
Tuesday, April 30, 2024
Jessica then and now chapter 4
Jessica then and now
Chapter 4
2030's
I received an unexpected call from Jessica Montgomery, the renowned actress whose performances I had admired on Broadway and in various theatres over the years. Her voice was confident yet warm over the phone as she expressed her interest in meeting me, how could I say no.
"Hello, this is Liam," I answered, somewhat surprised to get a call.
"Liam, it's Jessica Montgomery," came the reply, her tone carrying a hint of excitement. "I've heard about your research on time travel possibilities, and I'd love to meet you to discuss it further."
I couldn't hide my intrigue at the prospect of meeting someone as accomplished and intriguing as her about a subject that was so taboo. "Of course, Jessica. I'd be honoured to meet with you. When would it be convenient for you?"
"This weekend works for me," she replied promptly. "How about this Saturday at the Dark Note café downtown?"
"That sounds perfect," I agreed, already looking forward to our meeting. Her voice carried echoes of the young Jessica I remembered from Broadway, tall, with incredible legs and a lovely physique. Her curvy silhouette had always captivated the audience, paired with her great voice that filled the theatre. Not having seen her in many years, I wasn't sure what to expect. But from her confident voice over the phone, it seemed that the young Jessica I remembered had evolved into a lovely mature woman, that was undeniable.
As Saturday approached, I couldn't help but wonder what had sparked Jessica's interest in my studies? The studies that had almost cost me my job at the university. Our conversation was sure to be fascinating, jumping into the possibilities and implications of time travel, a topic that had captivated both of us in different ways it seems.
As I walked into the café, the warm aroma of coffee greeted me, mingling with the chatter of patrons and the gentle hum of conversation. I found a quiet corner table and settled in, anticipation bubbling within me for my meeting with Jessica Montgomery. Time seemed to slow as I waited, my thoughts drifting to the discussions we would have. The café's ambience was soothing, providing the perfect backdrop for our exchange.
Suddenly, the café door swung open, and my gaze locked onto Jessica as she entered. It was as if a scene from one of her old stage plays unfolded before my eyes, to call her a beautiful woman was an understatement. The actress was on underarm crutches, her leg in a cast, she was very graceful and in total control.
She was wearing a knee-length dress that accentuated her tall and statuesque figure, the vibrant colours complementing her brown hair and big brown eyes. Despite the cast on her leg, she moved with poise and confidence, her crutches becoming an extension of her presence rather than a hindrance.
"Liam, It's a pleasure to meet you in person."
"The pleasure is all mine but I couldn't help but notice your broken leg. What happened?"
She smiled and a hint of amusement flickered in her eyes. "Oh, just a little missed step," she replied casually. "Stress fracture in my ankle, nothing too dramatic."
I nodded, but my curiosity lingered. "Well, the way you move on your crutches, it's obvious that you're no stranger to them," I complimented, my gaze briefly drifting to her lovely long legs, the one in the black cast and the healthy one. She was well renowned for her beauty more than her acting, and that felt so wrong on multiple levels.
Jessica chuckled softly. "Thank you, Liam," she said, her eyes meeting mine with purpose. "It's all part of the theatre, isn't it? Sometimes life imitates art."
As our conversation continued, I found myself drawn not only to her intellect but also to her undeniable charm. Her ability to combine grace and humour added yet another layer of attraction to my already growing fascination with her. The way she moved and used her leg cast as a sensual accessory, crossing and uncrossing her lovely legs, had me mesmerized and she knew it.
"You know, Liam," she began, her tone reflective, her long fingers rubbing her toes at the end of the cast, "this isn't my first encounter with crutches and casts. I had a rather terrible accident years ago that left me in a total of six different casts over a long period of time."
I listened intently as she recounted her accident, sharing moments of both hardship and unexpected joy during her recovery period. She spoke of the initial challenges of adapting to life on crutches, the frustrations of limited mobility, and the moments of vulnerability that came with relying on others for support.
"But you know what?" Her big brown eyes dug deep into me again. "Despite the challenges, there were also unexpected joys and friendships that blossomed during that time. I met people I might not have crossed paths with otherwise, and I discovered a new side of me I hadn't fully realized before."
Her words resonated with me, triggering memories of seeing her at various red carpets and social events while using crutches and casts. It was evident that those experiences had shaped her in profound ways, adding layers of complexity and richness to her already captivating persona. Without those experiences, who knows who she would be today.
As she shared more anecdotes and insights, I couldn't help but feel a deepening connection to her, admiring not just her professional success but also the depth of her character on multiple levels. Our conversation was paving the way for a partnership that went beyond curiosity and physical attraction.
"I must say, your outlook on life and your ability to find joy even in difficult circumstances is truly inspiring."
"Thank you, I wouldn't trade the experiences for anything and yet here I am..." Our conversation shifted to other topics, I found myself drawn sexually to this woman and yet I couldn't help but feel a sense of opportunity to connect with her that wasn't clear yet.
"I know this will sound totally strange but during my long recovery periods, I found a certain joy in using crutches. It started as a necessity, but it soon became something so much more, a form of expression. It felt like showing off my long legs in a totally different view when using crutches."
"There's a certain freedom that comes with using crutches, when injured or not" Jessica continued, her eyes sparkling with clearly sexual excitement. "It's not just about mobility; it's about reclaiming control and refusing to let obstacles define you."
"I totally agree when I first saw you walk in the cafe that's how I felt looking at you without being able to put it in words." She was not just a talented actress and beautiful woman. As our conversation about her interest for crutches came to a natural pause, I felt compelled to share my own insights, maybe she was the one I needed to be able to take my time travel experiences to a new level.
"You know, Jessica, our discussion about challenges and growth ties in intriguingly with my research on time travel."
Her eyes lit up with curiosity, and I noticed her subtle shift, perhaps a slight lean toward me as well when her cast connected with my leg sending an incredible sensation all through my body.
"Time travel? That's fascinating! How does your version of time travel work? Tell me more"
I nodded, bolder than ever in my life I grabbed and lifted her cast protecting her broken ankle with a gentle touch. "Well, imagine time with multiple threads of events and moments,"
I explained, letting my fingers trace the outline of her perfect cast slowly. "In my research, I explore the concept of temporal artifacts, I mean objects from specific time periods that hold a unique energy or resonance."
Jessica's eyes followed my touch, and a faint smile played on her lips and when my fingers rubbed her exposed toes, I swear she licked her lips.
"So, this leg cast for example, because of the strong connection we both feel right now physically, sensually and sexually being in your hands, it could act as a gateways of some sorts in years from now, allowing us to connect with past moments?" she inquired, her voice soft with intrigue and clear sensuality.
At that moment, as I felt the warmth of her response to my touch and her curiosity matching mine, I knew she was the perfect partner for my time-travelling experience. Leaning over and kissing this lovely woman on the cheek, expecting a reciprocated peck. To my surprise, she turned her head slightly and met my lips with hers, a tender and unexpected kiss then I felt her tongue meet mine with eagerness.
Jessica then and now
Part 5 to come
K
Monday, April 29, 2024
Sunday, April 28, 2024
Saturday, April 27, 2024
Jessica then and now. Chapter 3
Jessica then and now
Chapter 3
2030's
The past remains where it belongs, in the past. Over the years I had a successful career as a stage actress and did a lot of commercials. I maintain a great physical shape by going to the gym five times a week. I'm a mature, sexy woman with confidence. I love to dress up but occasionally opt for the comfort and look of tight-fitting jeans paired with a t-shirt.
Today I was meeting Zen, a charming medical student who had caught my eyes some months ago. I chose a knee-length dress, hugging my curves in all the right places and showcasing my toned and long legs. Paired with sleek black heels, the dress was going to be practical with the reason I was meeting him. I also knew that my younger and special friend would appreciate it. As I arrived, he greeted me with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up as he noticed my outfit.
"You look stunning, Jessica," he complimented, his tone genuine and appreciative.
"Thank you, Zen," I replied with a smile, feeling a subtle blush grace my cheeks at his compliment. "Shall we get started? I know you have exams to prepare for tonight"
He nodded eagerly, his eyes clearly not hiding his enthusiasm as he led me through the room. His passion for female legs was evident while he prepared for the casting process. He started by applying soft padding around my foot, ankle and lower leg, ensuring a comfortable base for the cast. The gentle touch of the padding added a layer of cushioning, making the experience amazing.
The beautiful young man began wrapping the wet material around my leg, starting from the foot and working his way up my ankle, calve, stopping below my knee. Each wrap was placed with precision, overlapping slightly to create a secure and supportive layer just like a medical cast did years ago on the same leg.
As he continued his attention to detail was remarkable, adjusting the tension of each wrap to accentuate the contours of my leg perfectly. Throughout the process, I observed Zen's dedication, appreciating the artistry involved in creating a recreational cast that was aesthetically very stylish and beautiful.
As Zen worked on my new accessory for the next 6 weeks, he totally surprised me when our conversation drifted to temporal theories and the renowned specialist, Liam Everhart. "Have you heard about Liam Everhart's research on time travel?" he asked, his eyes bright with curiosity discussing this interest of his with me.
"No," I lied, a hint of intrigue in my voice. "His work is in the complexities of time manipulation and its potential implications, danger and successes."
As the recreational cast took shape on my leg, I couldn't help but marvel at Zen's skill and unlimited fields of interests even at a young age. Despite the unconventional nature of my request to be in a term recreational cast with a fictional broken ankle, he approached it with professionalism and care, earning my admiration, love and sexual attraction.
By the time my new cast was complete, fueled by our shared interest in possible time travel and the intriguing possibility of altering my life. Looking at my immobile leg reminded me of my accident years ago that had kept me on crutches for close to a year. It brought memories I would never forget, a traumatic collision and fractures. I pulled Zen closer, the warm passion between our bodies intensifying with each moment our tongues danced together. My tongue explored inside his mouth and brought us closer.
Zen's kisses ignited a fire within me that spread through my body like a wave of passion. With each second of our exploration, our bodies became more entangled, our breath heavy. His hands caressed my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine as my skin prickled with excitement. His gaze was drawn to my black cast with admiration.
"I'm so sorry you broke your ankle...again miss Montgomery. You look so damn sexy when leaning on crutches, knee bent, naked," he whispered, his voice full of sexual desire.
"Oh god Zen, you could be my son"
"I know and I love it"
As he helped me stand and gave me my crutches I leaned on them and looked into his eyes.
"You know, how turn on I get when you apply a cast on my leg? And I also love the difference in age." I said smiling, licking my lips.
He had a genuine warmth smile. "Oh Jessica, I feel a connection with you too, age is just a number, and what matters is the connection we share. You have certain sexual fetishes and I have others. We complete each other"
As we stood there, the air filled with unspoken understanding and mutual attraction. I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what the future and the past might hold if I could time travel. Let's be honest here, he is an adult sexy man...I would not be rocking the cradle.
With my cast now in place and relying on crutches, I decided to jump deeper into my research on possible time travelling. The local university library seemed like the perfect place to uncover more insights into the mysteries of time, and so I made my way there, determined to satisfy my curiosity and my need to be on crutches.
Upon entering the library, making my way through the aisles knee bent, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. It was during one of my solitary moments in the library that I met a young male librarian, his eyes bright with intellectual curiosity as he assisted me in finding the resources I needed. Our conversations delved into the realms of temporal mechanics, the philosophical implications of altering time, and the enigmatic figure of Liam Everhart.
But when he saw me on crutches this time I saw something in his eyes, at the minimum it was a new type of sexual attraction.
"I've been wondering something," I said looking at him, leaning on my crutches as we discussed the complexities of time travel. "Do you personally think time travel could alter not just the past, the present and my future?"
The librarian, intrigued by my question, offered his perspective. "Theoretically, time travel opens up all those possibilities, for example, your accident miss that badly broke your leg...You could if you go back in the past break both legs next time and that could force you to fuse both of your ankles and not just one."
He explained, looking at my sexy black cast and healthy left leg, his voice tinged with excitement. He leaned over and kissed my cheek, my neck...I squeezed my crutches.
"Or miss you could have broken your back and be wheelchair bound next time. As for Liam Everhart, his research tries to cover all these very questions, exploring the boundaries of temporal manipulation and its potential serious and sensual consequences."
The mention of both being paralyzed and Liam Everhart reignited my curiosity. "Do you think Everhart's theories hold weight? And more importantly, would you still love my long legs if I was crippled and they were paralyzed?" I inquired, kissing him, eager to be touched, to be kissed, to be licked all over.
The librarian nodded thoughtfully. "Yes I would still love your legs and Everhart's research is highly regarded in the field of time travelling," he replied. "While the reality of time travel remains a subject of debate, his insights have sparked fascinating discussions and expanded our understanding of it."
The prospect of rewriting history, of rectifying my own missed opportunities, became a target, hope inside the world of uncertainty. I was Lost in my nostalgic reflections and sexual dreams. But to my surprise, he picked me up with ease, carrying me in his strong arms. I held onto my crutches as he guided me to a private room, he was eager and so was I.
"Do you believe in second chances?" I asked, also moaning from his intense attention. "The chance to undo past mistakes, to reshape our lives in ways we never thought possible?"
He kissed me passionately, his hands exploring my body, touching my left leg, and caressing my cast. The anticipation and passion were intense, and I was already breathless with excitement. "Changing the past can have unforeseen consequences, altering not just our own lives but the lives of others around us. It's risky and I wouldn't change anything related to you miss"
With one hand his fingers traced the edges of my cast, his touch sending shivers down my spine as his other hand slipped further up my leg. His touch was smooth and firm, sending warm tingles throughout my body. I was so wet already.
His kisses started to explore my neck, his tongue licking my skin in an intense and sensual manner. I was breathing heavily, my body already flooded with arousal from his touches. I opened the zipper of his jeans, I took his penis and guided him between my lips and pushed him deep inside me. I moaned as his penis stretched me, he was so large. He was in and out of me so slowly, in total control until my orgasm rocked me and he released himself deep inside me...
Jessica then and now
Chapter 4 to come
K
Friday, April 26, 2024
Thursday, April 25, 2024
Jessica then and now chapter 2
Chapter 2
1990's
Through the haze of pain, I whispered to Emily, "God...I broke my leg... I won't be able to audition..." The crazy thing we worry about when in shock and pain.
"Shh, don't worry about that for now," Emily replied, her voice gentle and reassuring. "Let's get your broken leg the help it needs."
As the paramedics worked to stabilize me and splint my long leg, the reality of the situation sank in. My dreams of the audition faded into insignificance, replaced by the harsh reality of a painful shattered leg and a long road to recovery ahead before I can even walk. Forget dancing, singing and acting on a stage.
"I can't believe this, I hate pain so much, even a small sprained ankle when I was young bothered and scared me for weeks" I murmured to myself and anybody listening, tears of frustration welling in my eyes as the ambulance raced towards the hospital.
Upon arrival, I was quickly wheeled into the emergency room, where the bustling activity and sense of urgency heightened my anxiety. It was there that I met Dr. Gauthier for the first time, a compassionate and knowledgeable doctor whose presence brought a sense of calm amid the chaos.
"Ms. Montgomery, I'm Dr. Gauthier," she introduced herself, her warm smile a reassuring beacon and her deep blue eyes so lovely and reassuring.
"Can you believe, I had an audition... for The Titanic... and now this..."
Dr. Gauthier nodded sympathetically, her eyes filled with understanding. "I'm sorry to hear that, Ms. Montgomery. Right now, let's focus on getting you the care you need."
After a thorough examination and X-rays, Dr. Gauthier delivered the grim news. "There is only one way to deliver this. I'm afraid your tibia, fibula, femur, and knee are all broken. You'll require surgeries to repair all the damage."
My heart sank at the confirmation of the severity of my injuries. "How long will the recovery take? and I won't ask you if I will be getting a walking cast, I'm pretty sure I know the answer to that one" I asked, my voice smiling even with the uncertainty.
"It's hard to say at this stage how long it will take, but we are dealing with months not weeks" Dr. Gauthier replied gently, touching my arm and I noticed no wedding band. "But we'll do everything we can to ensure your leg heals properly and that you regain full mobility. But it will take a long time"
As the reality of surgery and a lengthy recovery process set in, I found solace in Dr. Gauthier's reassuring presence and pure beauty. Despite the shattered dream, her words of assurance and expertise gave me hope that I would overcome this setback and emerge stronger on the other side.
"Ms. Montgomery, given the extent of your fractures, we'll need to immobilize your leg with a long leg cast," Dr. Gauthier explained, her tone gentle yet firm. "Your cast will extend from your thigh down your long leg to about mid foot." She pointed, using my good leg as a prop.
I nodded, taking in the information with resignation. The image of a bulky cast on my leg was a real turn off, but I knew it was a necessary step towards healing.
"But keep in mind that even if your cast will support and align all your fractures," Dr. Gauthier continued, her expertise evident in her detailed explanation. "You will be happily surprised that It will be slim, following your lovely leg and yet lightweight compared to the old plaster of paris cast that we used in the past. You will have some mobility... on crutches obviously."
As she spoke, I couldn't help but visualize the long slim cast she described on one of her legs, imagining the weight and restriction it would bring to my lovely and single doctor. However, Dr. Gauthier's sexy red lips grabbed my attention first. OK I admit maybe it was the drugs but I wanted to kiss those red lips so bad.
"Have you been on crutches before?" Dr. Gauthier asked, gesturing towards a pair of sleek aluminium crutches nearby.
"Yes once for a sprained ankle" I studied the crutches, noting their sleek design and sturdy build compared to my old wooden crutches I used when I was 16. Despite the physical challenges at the time I went on my sweet 16 birthday on them trying to look cute for my new boyfriend, knee bent and leaning on my crutches. He on the other hand was disappointed that my ankle was not broken. A real jerk wishing me an ugly leg cast.
"Thank you, Dr. Gauthier, I appreciate your expertise and guidance through this."
"It's my pleasure, Ms. Montgomery," Dr. Gauthier replied with a reassuring smile. "We'll make sure you receive the best care possible every step of the way."
21 days later I was out of the hospital, back home and reality hit me right in the face. After surgeries, traction and the casting process, I dealt with the initial shock and disappointment of my injury. The shattered dream of missing my audition was now part of me and affected my hopes and aspirations.
However, during my long 24 weeks in various leg casts and on crutches, as time passed, I began to discover an unexpected silver lining, a newfound sense of joy. Despite the challenges posed by a broken leg in a full leg cast and the limitations it imposed being totally non weight bearing for so long, I approached each day with a positive outlook. With the support of sleek aluminium crutches, I navigated through my daily routines, finding unexpected sexual pleasure in my newfound condition.
The experience of using crutches evolved into a delightful source of happiness for me very similar to walking in sexy stilettos high heels. Alongside my recovery, I landed a part in a commercial portraying a young and lovely single mom dealing with a broken leg and crutches. This role increased my connection to my crutches, turning them from mere medical aids into a day to day accessory.
As I navigated each step on my crutches, my movements became increasingly fluid, almost like a graceful modern dance. The rhythmic motion of swinging them forward and planting them firmly on the ground not only aided in my mobility but also built up the muscles in my arms, adding a subtle definition that I liked. It was as if each step was not just a means of getting around but also a form of exercise that contributed to my overall physical sex-appeal.
As I adapted to life with my various casts and crutches, I discovered a profound difference between being a teenager injured and on crutches and being a mature woman. It wasn't just about physical maturity; it was about knowing how to leverage this situation to my advantage.
The experience of using crutches as a teenager was challenging, filled with awkwardness and uncertainty. However, as a mature and yes older woman, I approached it with a newfound sensuality. I knew how to carry myself, how to make the most out of every step I took, turning each movement into a display of one long and sexy healthy leg and the other in a perfect black long leg cast.
Rather than letting the casts and crutches define me, I embraced them as part of my journey, using them not as limitations but as tools to intrigue and sometimes attract the obvious attention of men and women. From a major setback into a stepping stone towards self-discovery of a new world that I didn't know existed before.
But...there is always a but...Even if I found that I was loving being on crutches, there was a lingering sadness about missing the opportunity of a lifetime. The dream that had fueled my passion and excitement was now a bittersweet memory, a reminder of the fragility of aspirations and the unpredictable twists of fate.
As I looked back at the latest months since my accident , I realized that while some dreams may be deferred...some can't easily and as I prepared to bid farewell to the full leg cast and crutches, I carried with me something else, a renewed sense of gratitude for the silver linings found in adversity even in the face of disappointment.
You know there is another but....
Jessica then and now
Chapter 3 to come
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