Wednesday, June 12, 2024
Tuesday, June 11, 2024
My very erotic journal part 4
My very erotic journal
July 8
Afternoon
Miles and I are playing in a couple's soccer game. It's a fun tradition we've kept up with our friends, and I always look forward to it. I started with a quick shower after having sex with Miles. The warm water was refreshing and helped ease any lingering sexual tension after multiple orgasms. After drying off, I moisturize my skin with a light, citrus-scented lotion that Miles loves.
I wanted to look sporty yet cute for the game. I dug through my dresser and pulled out my favourite pair of athletic shorts. They're black with white trim, hugging my hips snugly. I paired them with a bright blue sports bra and a tight fitting, white tank top that has our team's logo on it.
Next, I pulled on a pair of knee socks and my trusty soccer shoes. They're well-worn but comfortable, perfect for a day of running around the field. I tied my hair into a high ponytail, securing it with a blue scrunchies that matched my sports bra.
I kept my makeup light and natural, opting for a bit of tinted moisturize, waterproof mascara, and a touch of lip balm. I wanted to look fresh and put-together without going overboard.
Miles was already in his soccer gear when I came downstairs. He looked so handsome and ready to play, his competitive spirit shining through. He gave me a playful wink and said,
"Are you ready to kick some butt?"
"You bet!" I replied, feeling a rush of excitement, must have been my competitive side..
We arrived at the park, and our friends were already warming up. Fiona was there, too, cheering us on from the sidelines with her arm in its white cast and sling. She looked chic as always in her casual weekend attire, jeans, a simple top, and stylish sunglasses. Despite her injury, she was full of energy and enthusiasm, waving and calling out encouragement.
The game started off wonderfully. Miles and I worked well together, passing the ball and setting up plays. I felt alive and energetic, every move precise and powerful. But then, it happened. I was running for the ball, intent on reaching it before anyone else. I planted my left foot firmly to turn quickly, my soccer shoe gripping the grass solidly. But as I twisted, my foot stayed planted.
In that split second, Miles, yes my husband, teammate, the man of my life collided with me from behind. The impact was sudden and forceful. I felt my leg twist awkwardly, the pressure building until there was a sickening snap. I fell to the ground, Miles landing on top of already injured leg and ankle.
Pain shot through my leg, radiating from my ankle to my knee. It was a sharp, intense pain that took my breath away. I screamed, clutching my leg, tears streaming down my face. The agony was overwhelming, and I could barely think through it.
Miles quickly scrambled off me, his face pale with shock and concern. "Nina! Oh my God, are you okay?"
I wanted to say "do I look OK to you?" but instead I said "I think... I think I broke my leg," I managed to gasp out between sobs.
Miles looked stricken, and I saw the realization dawn on his face. "It's like what happened with Fiona," he said softly, glancing at her on the sidelines, why was she even here at the game today. She never came in the past. "You ran into her, and she broke her arm. Now I've done the same to you."
Fiona was by my side now, her face full of concern but something else. "Hang in there, Nina. We're going to get you help."
The pain in my leg was unbearable like nothing I've ever felt before, and I could barely move. The EMTs arrived swiftly, their presence both calming and reassuring. One of them, a tall woman with kind eyes, knelt beside me and assessed my leg with gentle, practised hands.
"It's going to be alright Miss Carter," she said soothingly. "We're going to take good care of you."
She and her partner, a burly man with a reassuring demeanour, worked together efficiently. The woman carefully cut away the fabric around my leg, exposing the injury. I winced as she touched the swollen area, I looked down at my leg, It was a long, beautiful leg, but now it lay there twisted in two places, a painful reminder of my fragility.
"We need to splint the leg to keep it stable for transport," she explained, her voice steady. "Try to stay as still as you can. I know this is not fun"
Her partner handed her a splint, and she gently placed it along the length of my leg. The cool metal felt oddly comforting against my skin. She wrapped it securely with bandages, making sure it was tight enough to immobilize my leg without causing more pain.
"You're doing great," she encouraged me, her eyes meeting mine. Once the splint was in place, they carefully lifted me onto a stretcher, their movements coordinated, every motion was designed to minimize my discomfort. I felt a slight jolt as they secured the straps, ensuring I wouldn't shift during transport.
"You're all set," the male EMT said with a reassuring smile. "We're going to get you to the hospital now."
They lifted the stretcher into the ambulance, the sound of the siren wailing in the background. Inside, they continued to monitor me, their presence a constant source of comfort. The woman sat beside me, her hand resting lightly on my arm.
"Just hang in there, we're almost there."
As the ambulance pulled up to the hospital, the EMT s wheeled me into the emergency room, where a doctor and a nurse awaited our arrival. The EMT s briefed them on my condition, and soon, I was moved to the X Ray room.
Dr. Patel, a kind and experienced orthopaedic surgeon, entered the room with a serious expression. "Miss Carter, we've reviewed your X-rays, and it looks like the bones in your lower leg are not aligned as well as we'd hoped. To ensure proper healing, we need to realign the bones before applying a cast."
My heart sank. The thought of more pain was daunting, but I knew it was necessary. "What does that involve?" I asked.
Dr. Patel explained, "We'll need to do a closed reduction. This means I will manipulate the bones back into their proper position without making an incision. We'll give you a local anaesthetic to numb the area."
I nodded, feeling pure fear while Miles squeezed my hand. The nurse prepared me for the procedure, she administered the local anaesthetic, and I felt a cold, numbing sensation spread through my broken leg.
"I'm going to apply traction now, which means I'll gently pull on your leg to separate the bones slightly. This will help them move back into alignment."
I could feel the pressure as he pulled on my leg, but the anaesthetic dulled the sharp pain. It was more of a deep, uncomfortable ache. I focused on my breathing, trying to stay as relaxed as possible and then I focused on Fiona and her broken arm.
"You're doing great, Nina," Dr. Patel said reassuringly. "Now, I'm going to rotate your leg slightly to align the bones."
The rotation sent a wave of discomfort through my leg, but I gritted my teeth and held on to the sides of the bed. Miles was right there, his presence a comforting anchor. After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Patel finally said, "The bones are back in alignment. We're going to take another X-ray to confirm."
They wheeled me to the X-ray room, and a few moments later, we were back in the original room, waiting for the results. Dr. Patel returned with a smile. "The alignment looks perfect now. We'll put your leg in a full leg cast to keep everything in place."
At that moment, the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I was going to be in a full leg cast for the foreseeable future. My mind raced with thoughts of the challenges ahead. Would I get a walking cast? How would I manage daily tasks? How would I get around? And then there were the crutches possibly, I would have to rely on them for everything.
"Oh my God," I whispered, the reality settling in. The idea of having my leg immobilized in a cast, unable to bend my knee or move freely, was overwhelming. I felt a mix of fear, frustration, and disbelief after the conversations we had yesterday and even this morning.
Miles squeezed my hand again, his eyes full of empathy. "We'll get through this, Nina. One step at a time."
I need a break, god I hate this expression and then bang...he hit me...
"You will be in non weight bearing for 8 weeks minimum, your cast will cover your whole leg and you will be able to move around on crutches Miss Carter."
There he was back with Miss Carter for the bad news. I will post the casting process later on, enough for now.
Love, Nina
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
