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My very erotic journal part 9
My very erotic journal
July 12
Later on that day.
"Let's get you dressed," Miles said, walking over to my closet. I was really starting to enjoy all that attention, it was like having a personal butler with some sexual benefits. I'm kidding.
He pulled out a knee-length black skirt, perfect for slipping over the cast, and a white blouse that was both comfortable and professional. He gently slid the skirt over my cast, carefully manoeuvring it up my broken leg. His touch was tender, and I couldn't help but smile at his focus and care. Once the skirt was in place, he helped me into the blouse, even buttoning it up for me. I felt a bit like I had broken my arm also, but his attentiveness made it a tender, loving moment.
Next, I leaned against him and hopped my vanity. I kept it simple with a bit of foundation, mascara, and a red lip gloss. Then not to daring for the first day back at work I placed a Nike sneaker on my right foot. For my left foot, in the cast, I found a soft little red sock to protect my exposed toes but mostly keep them clean and comfortable.
"Miles, can you get my crutches please," I asked, "I don't know what I'd do without you."
He leaned in and kissed me. "You'd manage just fine Nina." I knew that I was a very independent woman but to be honest I was enjoying his attention.
With his help, I stood up, positioned my crutches under my arms, testing my balance on the crutches. It was always awkward at first, but I slowly got the hang of it with Miles starting at me and my broken leg.
I made our way downstairs slowly, and I carefully settled into a chair at the kitchen table. Miles had already prepared breakfast, scrambled eggs, toast, and a fresh fruit salad. We ate together, and I loved feeling some sort of routine coming back to our life.
When it was time to leave for work, Miles drove me, making sure I was comfortable in the back seat of the car. At the office, he helped me out, and I slowly made my way inside on my crutches. Fiona was there, her arm in its white cast and sling, greeting me with a warm smile.
"Poor Nina, how are you holding up? Is your broken leg very painful?"
"I'm okay, just taking it one step at a time on my crutches." I said smiling and admiring how sexy she looked today.
She nodded, her eyes full of understanding. "If you need anything, just let me know."
I made my way to my office, leaning the crutches against the wall and jumped on my right foot to my chair, careful not to bang my cast. I noticed a small stool for my broken leg with a pillow. That's so like Fiona; she's always so thoughtful and kind. I carefully lifted my cast and placed it on the pillow. The support felt wonderful, and I sighed in relief.
Slowly, I removed my sock, revealing my poor little toes exposed at the end of my cast. I gently caressed them, feeling the contrast between the hard, unyielding fiber cast and the soft skin of my toes. As I did, I noticed Fiona standing, her eyes fixed on my broken leg and toes.
Her gaze was intense, a mix of empathy and something else I couldn't quite place. "You're so strong and beautiful, Nina, " she said softly and quietly, stepping into the room.
"I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you to be unable to bend your leg. Needing crutches full time."
"Thanks, Fiona," I replied, feeling a warm blush rise to my cheeks. "I'm sure it was difficult at first for you to break your arm like you did."
She came closer, her presence a comforting aura. "Yes but nothing like a broken leg. Remember, I'm here for you. Whatever you need, just ask. Have you ever broken a leg, ankle or foot in the past?"
"No it's my first break ever" then her broken arm, her casted thumb grazed my exposed toes before she left my office.
I nodded, appreciating her kindness and the unspoken bond that seemed to be growing between us. Despite the challenges of the day ahead, I felt a sense of peace knowing that I wasn't alone in this. With Miles and Fiona by my side, I knew I could face anything that came my way.
Almost anything...
Overall it was a great first day at work, but Miles was away that evening on business and I was in for a surprise...
Love, Nina
Saturday, June 15, 2024
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
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