My very erotic journal part 8

 My very erotic journal

July 12
Morning

Waking up this morning was a challenge. The reality of my situation hit me hard as I stared at the black cast on my left leg. The pain was still there, but manageable with the medication the doctors prescribed. I was determined to keep my routine as normal as possible, even if everything felt different now.

Miles was already up and moving around the room, "How are you feeling, love?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"Sore, but I'll manage. I need to get ready for work."

"Let me help you in the shower first," he insisted.

I nodded, grateful for his support. He started by helping me sit up and swing my broken leg over the edge of the bed. The movement made me wince, but I gritted my teeth and held on to his arm for balance.

Miles said, as he handed me my bathrobe. I slipped it on, feeling the nice fabric against my skin. Miles' eyes never left mine as he helped me stand and adjust the robe around me with my cast floating off the floor. The intimacy of the moment made my heart race, and I could feel the familiar warmth between my legs. I wanted to say calm down lady you have a broken leg but instead i said.

"Thank you," whispering, looking up at him.

"Anything for you, baby," he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

As I made my way to the bathroom on my crutches, I couldn't help but think about how much we'd grown since our first awkward encounter years ago. We had been friends for years before getting married, but it wasn't until his divorce that we started seeing each other in a different light. The chemistry between us was undeniable.

As he helped me into the shower after sliding the waterproof leg cast cover protector over my broken leg I couldn't help but feel a surge of sexual desire for him, for his kindness. I watched him undress, revealing his muscular frame and his penis. The sight of him was exciting sexually and I knew that I needed to feel him inside me.

"Miles," I whispered, catching his eye, leaning closer against him with one small hop on my right leg.

"Yes, love?" he asked, stepping even closer to me, my breasts against him.

"I need you," I said, looking up at him.

"Are you sure? Your broken leg?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"Yes, I'm sure, what's the worst that can happen this morning? I broke my other leg?" I replied, biting my lip and smiling.

He pulled me close, his hands running up and down my tight body. I moaned softly as he cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples with his fingers. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel myself growing damp with desire.

"You're so fucking beautiful, dependant with that broken leg of yours," he murmured, kissing my neck. I moaned, tilting my head back to give him better access.

He slipped his hand between my legs, his fingers finding their way inside me, I gasped as he stroked my clitoris, his touch sending waves of pleasure through my body while my cast rubbed against his leg.

"God, I love how wet you are for me," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.

I reached down, my hand encircling his hard penis. I stroked him gently, feeling him grow even harder in my hand. He groaned softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

"Fuck, Nina," he gasped, his eyes locked on mine.

"I need you inside me...now...make love to your injured wife" I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He pushed me against the shower stall, lifted up my long black cast and placed it on his shoulder. I could feel his penis pressing against my vagina, pain in my broken leg and the anticipation almost too much to bear.

"Are you ready ?" he asked, his eyes searching mine with concern. He didn't want to hurt my leg,...the leg that he helped break...again...

"Yesssss," I replied, my voice shaking with pure desire and yet I saw myself on the ground of the soccer field and this time I was crawling, sliding along my broken leg.

He thrust into me, filling me completely. I cried out, the sensation overwhelming me. He began to make love to me slowly at first, his hands gripping my hips as he moved in and out of me.

"Oh, god, does it turn you on to see me on crutches?" I moaned, my head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Yesss, I'm so turned on by your lovely black cast" he said, his voice low and husky.

"I wasn't sure... harder please," I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

He increased his pace, his penis sliding in and out of me with each powerful thrust. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure growing stronger with each passing moment. Miles groaned loudly, the sound of his release filling the room.

"That was amazing," I whispered.

Love, Nina

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My very erotic journal part 7

 My very erotic journal

July 9
Afternoon

After the uplifting church service...and Miles' sexual comments, we drove home. While I wondered if he really believed what he said about my black cast and crutches, the familiarity of our neighbourhood was comforting me. When we pulled into the driveway, Miles turned to me with a reassuring smile. "Let's get you inside and settled," he said, his tone gentle yet determined.

He got out first, quickly moving around to my side of the car. He opened the door and carefully handed me my crutches, helping me to balance as I slid myself out of the seat. My black cast felt heavy, but with Miles' steady support, I managed to stand and start towards the house.

Once inside, he guided me to the living room, his arm firmly around my waist to ensure I didn't lose my balance. I settled onto the couch, grateful for the comfort and familiarity. Miles lifted my broken leg, placed pillows under my cast to elevate my leg, making sure I was as comfortable as possible. He sat down next to me, his eyes locking onto mine.

"I've been thinking about this all day," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

I bit my lip, feeling a wave of sexual desire wash over me. His gaze was intense, filled with love and something more primal. "Oh? And what have you been thinking about?" I asked, my own voice barely a whisper, a tease.

Miles reached out, gently caressing my uninjured leg. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. "About how much I love you," he said, his hand moving slowly up my leg.

"And how much I want to take care of you."

I leaned into him, our lips meeting in a soft, passionate kiss. Despite everything, or maybe because of it, I felt incredibly close to him. Hard to explain but I felt even closer since breaking my leg. The weight of the last few days melted away in that moment, replaced by the warmth of his touch and the depth of his love.

As we pulled back, I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling safe and cherished. "Thank you for everything, Miles," I whispered.

"Anything for you, Nina," he replied, his fingers gently stroking my hair. "We'll get through this together."

Miles began by kissing me softly, his lips gentle and teasing. He traced the outline of my mouth with his tongue, tasting me ever so slightly. I moaned, my body arching towards his. He pulled away, grinning wickedly, his hand on my broken leg tracing circles "You want more, don't you? But is it safe with a broken leg?"

"Yes, please," I breathed, my heart racing. Miles chuckled, his fingers trailing down my neck and across my collarbone. He paused, lingering over the swell of my breasts, the fabric of my dress doing little to hide my nipples. "I'm going to make you feel so good" he promised, his voice thick with lust.

He slowly lifted my dress, revealing the full length of my black cast. His fingers brushed against the lace of my panties, and he let out a soft growl. "So wet already," he murmured, his eyes glinting with desire. I moaned, my hips bucking involuntarily.

Miles continued to tease me, his fingers dancing in that space between my cast and the edge of my panties, never quite touching where I needed him most. I whimpered, my hands gripping the couch cushions as I tried to maintain some semblance of control between pain in my broken leg and pure sexual need.

"Please," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.

Finally, Miles slid my panties down my hard and long cast. His eyes never leaving mine. He leaned in, his hot breath across my sensitive flesh. His tongue darted out to lap at my wetness. I cried out, my body trembling with pain and pleasure when I moved my broken leg. He licked and sucked at my clitoris, his fingers sliding deep inside me, stroking me in all the right ways.

I felt my orgasm building, my body tensing as the pleasure became almost too much to bear.

"Yes, cum for me,"

Miles moaned, his voice sending me over the edge. I cried out, my body shuddering as I came hard, my long cast shaking uncontrollably. As I came down from my high, Miles pulled me into his arms, cradling me against his chest.

I smiled, feeling more alive and sexy than I ever had prior to my awful break.

Love, Nina

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My very erotic journal part 6

 My very erotic journal

July 9
Morning

The moment I woke up the next morning, reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't believe that I was now faced with the reality of living with a full leg cast, crutches and pain, a life change that would be challenging, to say the least.

My husband, Miles, was going to be my rock. The first morning he helped me get out of bed, careful not to bang my cast, and assisted me in elevating my leg as the lovely nurse had instructed me. He knew that I needed to keep my leg elevated as much as possible to aid in the healing process.

As I settled back into the bed, I felt a mix of emotions while Miles sat next to me. He started by gently massaging my uncasted leg, his touch soft and soothing. As he slowly made his way up my thigh, he began to tease me, his fingers tracing circles around the sensitive skin. I moaned in pleasure, my body responding to his touch. He took his time, exploring every inch of my body, making sure I was fully aroused. He leaned in and kissed me passionately, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth, mimicking the movements he would soon make with his long penis if I let him.

But...Instead he helped me get dressed for church of all things. I nodded, sitting up in bed with my leg still elevated on pillows. "Yes, let's do this."

Miles had already picked out a lovely dress for me. He chose a flowing, knee-length dress with a flattering empire waist that would be easy to slip over my cast. The colour was vibrant and made me feel good with my situation. First, he helped me out of bed and onto a chair. I sat with my leg extended, trying to keep it as still as possible.

He gently guided the dress over my head, carefully manoeuvring it around my cast. The fabric was soft and comfortable, cascading gracefully over my body and stopping just above my cast. I felt a bit more like myself.

I felt self-conscious as I hobbled into the church on my crutches and as we sat in the pew, I noticed Fiona, my boss, with her broken arm in a sling. We exchanged knowing glances, both of us feeling a sense of camaraderie in our shared experience of injury.

Miles leaned closer to me, kissed my earlobe and said "I love you Nina and I'm so sorry for your broken leg" he whispered, his eyes full of warmth and affection. I smiled, feeling a deep sense of love and gratitude for this man and at the same time I noticed Fiona looking at us.

"I love you too, and it wasn't your fault" I murmured, my voice choked with emotion while I moved my broken leg to come in contact with his leg, simply enjoying the closeness and intimacy in church.

As I sat in the pew, I tried to focus on the sermon but found myself distracted so I leaned over and placed Miles' hand on my thigh, the casted one. I couldn't feel the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of my dress and my cast, but I knew he was thinking about the same thing I was. I glanced over at him, and he gave me a sly smile that sent shivers down my spine. After the sermon, we walked out of the church together, my crutches clunking against the stone floor. As we made our way to the car, Miles leaned in close and whispered in my ear,

"I know it's wrong baby but I can't wait to get you home and fuck you hard in that black cast. You look so sexy on crutches"

I blushed, hoping that nobody around us could hear, but the thrill of being caught was intoxicating.

"Be careful you two" Fiona said smiling at me then she looked at my broken leg while I smiled and wondered for just one second or two, how her hard cast would feel between my legs...against my vagina.

Love, Nina

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My very erotic journal part 5

 My very erotic journal

July 8
Late Afternoon

The nurse, a gentle woman with a reassuring smile, prepared the materials for the cast. She laid out rolls of gauze, padding, and the casting tape. The doctor explained the process to me.

"We're going to apply a full leg cast to immobilize your leg. It might feel a bit tight at first, but it's important to keep your leg stable."

The nurse smiled kindly and asked, "What color cast would you like?"

The craziest thing comes to your mind when you break a leg. I replied with a grin, "Black, please. A long black cast will go well with my sexy red dress." I said smiling at the nurse.

"Black it is, and I agree miss Carter." The beautiful nurse said, looking at my legs with a mix of professional interest and something else. Her eyes roamed over my shapely thighs and calves as they prepared to apply my long leg cast. I smiled back at her, she knew I was a married woman right?

The nurse began, the pain was still there, but their careful handling made it more bearable.

She wrapped my leg in a soft cotton padding, starting from my toes and working her way up to my thigh. The padding felt soft and comforting against my skin, cushioning my leg in preparation for the cast.

"You're doing great Nina," she said encouragingly, her long fingers along my leg. "This padding will help keep you comfortable." She was keeping me comfortable but maybe not the way she was expecting. I kept looking at those long fingers...

Once the padding was in place, the doctor began applying the casting tape. The tape was soaked in water to activate it, and it felt nice and slightly wet as he started wrapping it around my foot. He worked his way up slowly, ensuring each layer was smooth and even. The tape hardened quickly, forming a solid, protective layer around my broken leg.

He continued to wrap the tape around my ankle, then my calf, making sure to keep my leg bent at the knee just enough that I won't be able to stand on the cast at all. He paused occasionally to check that the cast was forming correctly and that I wasn't in too much discomfort.

The lovely nurse was smoothing the surface behind him, almost caressing it. Rubbing it over and over and as she reached my knee, the nurse held my stare. My cast was very, very hard and steady, allowing the doctor to wrap the last roll of tape securely around my knee. They both worked with such coordination, but it was clear that she was into me somehow. When the doctor was finished with my cast, she slid her hands along my casted thigh, almost to my vagina, she made sure my entire long and sexy leg was immobilized.

I think my sexual imagination was running wild. He brought me back to reality.

"Almost done". The material quickly hardened, encasing my leg in a rigid shell. The nurse gently pressed along the cast, smoothing out any rough edges and ensuring it was comfortable.

"How does that feel? Before I go get your crutches" she asked, her eyes kind and attentive.

"It feels tight, but not too bad," I replied, relieved that the process was over.

The lovely nurse placed a support under my broken leg and adjusted the bed to keep my leg elevated. I wiggled my toes, feeling the strange sensation of being confined. I couldn't help but notice the way Miles looked at me. There was a certain intensity in his gaze, a mix of fascination, and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on. He stared at my broken leg, the long black cast that immobilized it, and then his eyes moved to my other leg. He seemed mesmerized by the contrast, the way my uninjured leg looked next to the rigid cast.

"How are you feeling?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine care.

I smiled at him, appreciating his attentiveness. "A bit sore, but I'm managing. Thank you for everything, Miles." He gently caressed my uninjured leg, his fingers tracing the smooth skin.

"You're incredible, Nina. So strong."

The nurse came in and adjusted my crutches, making sure they were the right height and fit for me. She gave me a brief tutorial on how to use them properly, and she helped me to stand, my arms trembling slightly as I put weight on the crutches for the first time. It was awkward and exhausting, but I managed a few steps. The reality of my situation was sinking in fast. I would have to adapt to this new way of moving, relying on my upper body strength and balance to get around.

"Miss Carter you are ready to go home but remember to keep your leg elevated as much as possible," she advised.

Yes the cast was heavy and restrictive, but it also provided a sense of security. I knew my broken leg was now properly supported and it gave me a look of "Je ne sais quoi". I couldn't pinpoint how I felt.

She and another nurse carefully helped me slide from the bed into the wheelchair, making sure my broken leg was properly supported and elevated on a padded rest. I winced slightly as my leg shifted, but her gentle touch and encouraging words made the process smoother.

Once I was settled, she began to wheel me out of the room and down the corridor. The hospital hallways seemed endless, each turn bringing us closer to the exit. She chatted lightly, trying to keep my spirits up. As we reached the entrance, I spotted Miles waiting by the car, he opened the door wide, ready to assist me.

"Alright, Nina, let's take it slow when transferring the first few times" She instructed.

Miles supported me as I carefully stood up, balancing awkwardly on my right foot. Now... the cast felt heavy and cumbersome. With their combined help, I managed to lower myself into the back seat, though not without a struggle.

"Thanks," I smiled at her, holding on to her hand a few seconds longer than necessary.

"You're doing great, and look so damn sexy in that black cast" She said quietly into my ear, giving me a reassuring pat on the shoulder before closing the car door.

The drive home was quiet. Miles kept glancing over at me, concern etched on his face. I tried to smile at him, to show that I was alright, but the reality of my situation was starting to sink in. The idea of navigating life with a full leg cast was daunting, to say the least.

When we arrived home, Miles parked as close to the entrance as possible. He hurried around to my side, opening the door and getting my crutches ready.

"Let's take it one step at a time," he said softly.

I nodded, gripping the crutches tightly as I eased myself out of the car. Every movement was a challenge, but Miles was patient and supportive, guiding me through each step. We finally made it inside, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The familiar surroundings of our home were comforting. Miles helped me to our bedroom, where he had already set up some extra pillows to elevate my leg.

As I settled into bed, I couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and gratitude. Frustration at my current state, but immense gratitude for Miles and his unwavering support.

"I'll get you anything you need, I'm so so sorry" he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face.

"Just having you here is enough and it wasn't your fault" I whispered, feeling the weight of the day catch up with me.

Miles kissed my forehead, then went to grab a glass of water and some pain medication the doctor had prescribed. I took them gratefully, hoping they'd help ease the throbbing in my leg.

As I lay there, trying to find a comfortable position, I thought about the journey ahead. It was going to be a long recovery, but with Miles by my side and the support of friends like Fiona and Brandon, I felt ready to face whatever came next.

In my dream the lovely and sexy nurse was by my side in bed rubbing my cast with one hand and sliding in 2 fingers inside me with her other hand...

Love, Nina