Monday, June 10, 2024
My very erotic journal part 3
My very erotic journal
June 8
morning
This morning started in the most unexpected way. I woke up to find myself bound to the bed, spread-eagled, with soft, silky ties securing my wrists and ankles. It was Miles's way of indulging my curiosity about experiencing immobilized limbs. Since I wasn't ready for a broken leg or arm in a cast, he did the next best thing, creating a friendly, loving situation where I felt completely secure, cared for and unable to move.
The sensation was oddly exhilarating. Miles's touch was gentle but firm as he teased and caressed me, making me feel cherished and adored. It was an intimate moment that brought us even closer after last night's conversation.
"Good morning, my love," Miles whispered, leaning over to kiss my breasts first and then my lips. "I hope you're ready for another adventure."
I smiled, feeling the warmth of his breath on my nipples. "Morning, Miles. This is quite the surprise."
"I thought it would be a fun way to start the day, and it gives you a taste of what it might feel like to be in a cast without actually having one," he explained, tracing the outline of my bound wrist with his finger.
I smiled, feeling my heart race with anticipation. "Well, let's get started then."
As Miles' lips found their way down my face, they began to dance an intimate dance of passion and desire. His breath was hot and heavy against my skin as he continued to explore the soft contours of my neck and shoulders. I could feel my body respond to his touch, each caress of his lips sending shivers down my spine. Each kiss was like a spark of electricity, igniting a fire within me that grew ever hotter."
His lips found mine once more, his tongue gently pried my mouth open. The taste of him combined with the warmth of his mouth stirred a deep, primal longing within me, drawing me further into the passionate embrace. His tongue explored my mouth with an expert finesse, as if we were two souls dancing in perfect harmony.
"You taste so good," he murmured against my skin, his lips brushing against my collarbone.
I sighed, feeling the warmth of his breath against my skin. "You're not so bad yourself, Miles."
He chuckled softly, continuing to kiss and lick my skin, moving lower until he reached my breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, gently sucking and teasing it with his tongue. I arched my back, wanting to feel more, needing more intensity.
"Oh, Miles," I moaned, feeling a surge of pleasure between my legs.
"I love how responsive you are, baby," he said, moving to my other breast and giving it the same attention. As he continued to lavish attention on my breasts, I couldn't help but think about our upcoming couple soccer game this afternoon. I hated being late. I needed to be untied soon, but I didn't want to break the spell he had cast over me.
"Baby, you're so good at this," I whispered, my body trembling with desire. "But we have that soccer game this afternoon, and I need to be untied."
Miles smiled, locking eyes with me. "I don't think so. I wouldn't want you to miss our friendly game. But let's not rush this moment. We have plenty of time for that."
He continued to tease and caress my body, moving down to my legs and feet. His touch was electrifying, and I couldn't help but moan and gasp with pleasure. As he worked my foot, twisting it slightly, rotating my ankle while kissing and licking my toes, I felt my arousal growing stronger.
"Miles, please...I need you to...I need you inside me," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. He smiled, positioning himself between my legs. "As you wish, my love."
As he slowly entered me, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony this time, and we both knew that this was more than just a physical connection. This was a bond that went beyond words, a special connection.
"I love you," I whispered, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
"I love you too, my love," he replied, his voice filled with emotion. "And I always will."
We continued to make love, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating in unison. As we reached the peak of our passion, we both cried out in ecstasy, our bodies convulsing with pleasure. When it was over, we lay there, spent and breathless, our hearts still beating in time with each other.
"That was amazing," I said, gazing into his eyes.
"It was, wasn't it?" he replied, smiling and brushing a lock of hair away from my face.
As we untied me, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and passion we shared. It was a connection that could never be broken, and I knew that no matter what life threw our way, we would always have each other.
...could never be broken...my mom used to say never say never...
Love, Nina
Sunday, June 9, 2024
My very erotic journal part 2
My very erotic journal
July 7
at night
The moment I entered our home, I felt an instant sense of relief wash over me. The day had been long and taxing, filled with endless meetings and deadlines. My feet were aching from walking in those high heels, and my mind was buzzing with thoughts about my latest project. As I made my way to the bedroom to change out of my red dress, I couldn't help but think about the events of the day.
Fiona, my boss, had caught my attention once again. Her piercing blue eyes seemed to hold a strange attraction, and the way she carried herself with her badly broken arm left me feeling a little envious. I wonder if I would be so poise and sexy with a broken limb? Hopefully I will never need to find out.
It's not that I didn't love my husband, Miles, but there was something about Fiona that made me feel... drawn to her in a very different way, even if I'm not bisexual and have never been sexually active with another woman.
As I changed into comfortable yoga pants and a t-shirt , I heard Miles in the kitchen, preparing dinner. The smell of his homemade pasta sauce filled the air, reminding me of the countless evenings we've spent together, sharing stories and laughter. My heart swelled with love and appreciation for this man, who had always been my rock. But even as I thought of his unwavering support, I couldn't help but wonder if this attraction to Fiona was more than just admiration.
"So, how was your day?" I asked.
"It was good," Miles replied, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "The usual. How about yours?"
"Well, there was this moment with Fiona," I began jumping with both feet, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know if it's just admiration or something more, but I find myself drawn to her. It's so strange."
Miles raised an eyebrow, but his expression remained neutral. 'Really? What happened? You mean attracted to her...sexually?"
I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to describe the encounter. "It's hard to explain. She just... looked at me in a way that made me feel seen, you know? It was like she was reading my thoughts about her broken arm. I feel so sorry and responsible."
"That's interesting. It must be a strange feeling, to have your boss looking at you like that."
"Yeah, it's confusing, especially with how much I love you. Yet, I can't deny the sexual thrill I felt."
Miles reached across the table, taking my hand in his. "Well, as long as it's just admiration and not something more, I think we'll be okay."
I smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. "You're right. Next week is another week, and I can't wait to see what unfolds."
Later that night, as we lay in bed together, Miles wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. His warm breath against my neck sent shivers down my spine.
"I can't help but think about what you said earlier, about Fiona, her broken arm, how you felt."
"What about it?"
"I want to know more," he breathed, his lips brushing against my ear. "Tell me about the way she looks at you, about the way she makes you feel."
"Well, it's like... it's like she sees right through me. Like she can see every thought and emotion that's going through my head. Even the one about that long arm cast of hers"
"It was an accident, baby."
I swallowed hard, "I know...yet...It's... it's exhilarating, I guess. A little scary but when her hard cast came in contact with me, it felt like every nerve in my body was on fire."
Miles' hand trailed down my body, his fingers caressing my leg, ankle and foot.
"It was like I wanted more, I wanted her broken arm to caress my breasts, my legs..."
"I can understand that, when I was with Sarah and she slid her crippled legs all over me, it was an instant sexual reaction." he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck.
"Maybe you need to break one of your lovely legs so that I can feel what you feel about Fiona's broken arm all over you, caressing every inch of you" His touch grew more urgent, I found myself lost in the moment, my thoughts consumed by the sensations that were coursing through me. I moaned softly, my body responding to his every touch on my foot and ankle.
"Yes, maybe...NO I don't want a leg cast and crutches for months," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, losing control...again...
He went back against my neck, his lips trailing down to my collarbone. As he reached my breasts, he took one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. I gasped, my body arching towards him.
"Mmm, that feels so good," I murmured, my voice thick with desire.
Miles continued his exploration, he slid his hand between my legs, his fingers finding my clit. I moaned softly, my body trembling with desire.
"Yes, Miles," I whispered, my voice thick with need. "Right there. Don't stop."
As he continued to touch me, his fingers working their magic, I found myself lost in the moment, my thoughts consumed by the sensations that were coursing through me. I cried out in pleasure, my body arching towards him.
"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Let go. Let me make you feel alive even without a broken leg...for now..."
"Oh god don't say that"
And with that, I surrendered to the pleasure, my body trembling with desire as I reached my climax. I cried out, my voice echoing through the room as I finally allowed myself to let go.
As I lay there, panting and spent, I couldn't help but think about Fiona. I knew that this attraction was more than just admiration, but I also knew that I would never betray Miles. He was the love of my life, and I would do everything to protect our relationship. I would never hurt me like he would never hurt me
But even as I tried to push these thoughts from my mind, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Would Fiona and I ever share a moment of connection, only time would tell.
Love, Nina
Saturday, June 8, 2024
My very erotic journal part 1 July 7 workday
My very erotic journal
July 7
Work day
Today felt different. The moment I woke up, there was this electric charge in the air, like something exciting was about to happen. I wasn't sure what...
I started my morning with a hot shower, letting the water wash away any lingering sleepiness. As I dried off, I decided to wear something special today. I opened my closet, running my fingers along the rows of dresses, skirts, and blouses like I did almost every morning. My eyes landed on my favourite little red dress. It's fitted perfectly, hugs my curves in all the right places like my husband says, and it also had a deep V-neckline that's both bold and sassy.
I slipped into a lacy black bra and matching panties, the ones that make me feel confident and a little daring. I pulled on the red dress, smoothing it over my hips. Next, I selected my black stilettos, five inches of sleek, glossy leather that add just the right amount of height and make my legs look endless and sexy.
At the vanity, I took my time with my makeup. A touch of foundation, a sweep of bronzer to accentuate my cheekbones, and a dab of blush for that fresh, just-pinched look. I opted for a classic eyeliner and finished with a bold red lipstick that matched my dress. I brushed out my blonde hair until it was smooth and glossy, then styled it into loose waves that framed my face perfectly.
Miles was already dressed and ready for his day, but he paused when he saw me. His eyes lit up with that familiar sparkle of appreciation. He walked over, placing his hands on my hips, and kissed me softly.
"You look stunning, Nina," he said, his voice full of admiration.
"Thanks, babe," I replied, twirling in front of the mirror to give him the full effect but I almost lost my balance on these high heels. "I felt like something special today."
He grinned, his eyes lingering on my legs. "You know I love it when you wear those daring high heels."
With one last check in the mirror, I grabbed my bag and headed to work.
At the office, Fiona Mitchell, my boss, was already there. She's always so composed and chic, in her tailored pantsuits and those cute little glasses perched on her nose. Today, she wore a crisp white blouse with a sexy skirt. She looked absolutely stunning, despite the full arm cast she got last week. The white cast, supported by a sling, added a unique touch to her usual elegance.
I still feel awful about how she broke her arm and totally dislocated her thumb. Fiona was on a stepladder in the office wearing her stiletto boots, reaching for something on a high shelf, when I accidentally bumped into her. She fell and landed on her arms, breaking one in two places. Poor dear, it must have been so painful to have her thumb broken and bent like it was. She was so graceful about it, though, and didn't blame me at all.
Work was hectic, as usual. Brandon Steele, my coworker, kept things lively with his constant banter. He's charming in a rugged way, with his tousled hair and easy smile. We work well together, and he always seems to know when I need a distraction.
But the real highlight of the day was during a late meeting with Fiona. We were going over some AI integration plans, and she leaned in close, her broken arm rubbed against me, her perfume intoxicating. Our eyes met for a second longer than necessary. There was a spark, an unspoken sexual tension that made my heart race.
More to come
Love, Nina
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