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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
Friday, June 14, 2024
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
Thursday, June 13, 2024
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
