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My very erotic journal part 12
My very erotic journal
12-July 14
Afternoon
It was a sunny Friday afternoon when I hobbled out of my office, my black cast leading the way between my crutches. As I made my way to our car, I couldn't help but notice the way people looked at me. Some with pity, curiosity but others with real attraction. I was always a confident person, but I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about my current situation. I should look up that attraction, there must be studies about this.
Miles got out of the car to help me as I approached, his eyes locked on mine and then they moved to my broken leg. "How was your day?" he asked, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"It was...OK," I answered, not sure how much I could or should share.
"Just OK?" Miles echoed, his eyebrows raising slightly. He knew me well enough to sense that something was wrong. Stepping closer, he lifted my chin with his fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze. "You can talk to me about anything," he said softly, his eyes searching my face for any signs.
I felt my guard drop a little as his gentle touch on my chin sent a flutter through my chest. I knew I could always be honest with him, no matter what.
"I just...I don't know. It's Fiona" I shrugged, feeling the weight of the day's events pressing down on me. "I feel like she is looking at me differently." I lied.
"Differently how?" .
Miles stepped closer and took my crutches away, while he opened the door and carefully helped me into the seat that he had backed up to the max, making sure my broken leg was comfortably positioned.
Once I was settled in place, Miles closed the car door gently before moving around to the driver's side after putting my crutches on the back seat. He got in and started the engine, turning to me with a concerned expression.
"I will change the subject, you talk to me about Fiona when you are ready. How's your broken leg feeling?" he asked, his eyes roaming over my long black cast.
"It's fine," I replied, attempting to sound nonchalant. The truth was, it had been a pretty long day at the office with Fiona sexual advances, and my leg was already starting to ache. Miles seemed to see right through me, his expression shifting to one of mild disbelief.
"Just fine? Nothing else?" he asked, his voice tinged with skepticism
As we drove home, we couldn't help but steal glances at each other, the air between us thick with unspoken sexual desires. The anticipation of what was to come, my admission of having sex with Fiona, left me speechless.
Upon reaching home, he helped me out of the car and with my crutches I made my way to the bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest. Miles followed closely behind, his eyes never leaving me. As I settled onto the bed, he knelt before me, his hands gently tracing the outline of my cast.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered.
I smiled, lifting my hand to caress his cheek. "I need to tell you something, Miles. I need you to listen to me."
His eyes darkened but not mad, instead they were with pure lust as he leaned in, pressing his lips against mine in a fiery kiss. Our tongues danced together, a passionate battle of desire and longing. As our lips parted, he trailed kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking gently.
"I know Nina, you have no idea how much I've been fantasizing about this," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.
"You do , how do you know?," I breathed, my body reacting to his touch.
His hands sliding up my thighs, pushing my skirt up to reveal my black lace panties. His fingers traced the outline, teasing me through the fabric. I squirmed beneath him, desperate for more.
"Please,what do you think you know?" I begged him to answer, my voice barely above a whisper.
He smirked, his eyes meeting mine. With a swift movement, he pulled my panties down, exposing my shaved like a baby pussy to his eager gaze. His fingers dipped between my legs, tracing my wetness and causing me to gasp in pleasure.
"You're already so wet for me," he growled, his fingers sliding in, finding my clitoris and circling it gently.
I moaned, my hips bucking against his touch. "Miles, please, tell me what you think you know" I pleaded, my need for him growing stronger with every passing second.
He chuckled, his lips brushing against my ear, licking, sucking. "Patience, my love. We have all night."
His finger slid inside me again, filling me completely. I cried out, my muscles clenching around him as he began to move his finger in and out. His other hand found my nipple, pinching and twisting it gently.
"Oh, godddd," I groaned, my body trembling with desire.
He continued to finger me, his pace increasing as I grew closer to the edge. As I neared my climax, he removed his finger, leaving me panting and desperate for more.
"Miles, please," I begged, my eyes pleading with him to take me.
He smiled, his eyes filled with lust. "Not yet, my love. We're just getting started."
He stood, his hands moving to the buttons of his shirt. With each button undone, I watched him with anticipation, my mouth watering at the sight of his muscular chest. He removed his shirt, revealing his toned body to my hungry gaze. His hands moved to his belt, undoing it swiftly and pulling it free from the loops. My eyes never left him as he unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down to reveal his hard penis.
I licked my lips, my eyes locked on his throbbing penis. "Come here, Miles. I want you," I purred, my body aching to feel him inside me.
He stepped closer lifted my broken leg on his shoulder, his penis brushing against my entrance. He teased me, sliding his dripping tip up and down, spreading my wetness. I moaned, my hips bucking against him, desperate for more.
"Please, Miles. I need you inside me," I begged, my voice filled with desire.
"As you wish, my love."
With one swift thrust, he filled me completely, causing me to cry out in pleasure. He began to move, his pace slow and steady at first, building in intensity as my moans grew louder.
"Harder, Miles. Fuck your cheating wife harder," I demanded, my body under him.
He obliged, his hips slamming into mine as he fucked me with reckless abandon. I cried out with each thrust, my body alive with pleasure. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room of lust and desire.
"Oh, God. I'm so close," I gasped, my body trembling with need.
He then stood up, his hands gripping me and lifting me standing on my good leg, my cast barely touching the floor, my broken leg throbbing with pain, he continued to pound into me.
"Come for me, my love. Let me hear you scream like you did when I broke your sexy long leg."
With that, I exploded, my orgasm washing over me like waves crashing against the shore. I cried out, my body trembling as I rode the waves of pleasure. Miles continued to fuck me, drawing out my climax until I was left breathless and spent ready to collapse on our bed.
As I came down from my high, he leaned down, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I sighed, my body exhausted but sexually satisfied.
"I love you, Miles," I whispered, my eyes meeting his.
He smiled, his eyes filled with love and desire. "I love you too, my darling. Always. I know you are attracted sexually to Fiona broken arm, that you fantasized about it, you had dreams about breaking your own limb"
"Oh Miles I..." I was going to admit to him what we did but he stopped me by kissing me again.
As we lay there, entwined in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and passion we shared. My cheating conversation would be for another time.
Love, Nina
Wednesday, June 19, 2024
My very erotic journal part 11
My very erotic journal
11-July14
Morning
After a restless night dreaming of pure sex with Fiona. I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, its digital display showing the time to be 5:30 in the morning. Miles was still fast asleep beside me. I slowly shifted my broken leg, the weight of my cast reminding me of the accident that had led to this situation. It had been almost a week since I broke my leg, and I felt a mixture of pain and frustration every time I thought about how it had happened.
The doctor had put me in a non-weight bearing cast for several weeks to ensure proper healing, and I was doing my best to follow his orders. As I lay there, contemplating my next move, I decided it was time to take a shower on my own. I hadn't done so since the accident, relying on Miles to help me bathe, and I was eager to regain some of my independence.
I carefully slid my legs out of the bed, making sure not to bang my broken leg. With my good leg supporting all of my weight, I leaned against the bed, and using my arms as a counterbalance, I made my way to my crutches and then to the bathroom.
I reached for the plastic bag and placed it over my cast to keep it dry. The process of showering had become a slow and meticulous dance, each movement calculated to avoid further injury. As I stepped into the shower on my good leg, I let the warm water cascade over my body, the soothing sensation washing away the tension and fatigue.
I began to lather soap over my arms and chest, savouring the feel of the suds as they slid down my skin and hard nipples. I let out a soft sigh, appreciating the solitude and the chance to take care of myself. Slowly, I moved my hands lower, washing my stomach and hips with gentle circular motions. Rubbing myself ever so slowly on one leg felt amazing and maybe a bit dangerous.
I'm very flexible so I bent down, this time focusing on my right leg. I took my time, carefully washing every inch of my thighs and calves, then paying extra attention to the area above my cast, as I worked my way up to my hips. As I rinsed the soap from my body, I felt a renewed sense of appreciation for this little challenge I had faced this morning. I am now prepared to face another day with my broken leg.
I made my way into the office on my crutches, feeling a bit more confident with each day. I couldn't say that I was enjoying my situation but it was getting easier to deal with. My black cast slightly bent at the knee was a constant reminder, but I was determined not to let it slow me down. Today was special; being Friday we were having a small celebration at lunch, a chance to unwind and enjoy some wine.
As I navigated the hallway, coworkers greeted me with smiles and words of encouragement. I appreciated their support, though I couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious about my crutches and cast. Still and yet I was wearing a very short skirt putting all the emphasis on my 2 long legs, sexy in their own way, I held my head high and made my way to my desk.
By lunchtime, everyone gathered in the conference room, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement. Fiona had arranged for some wine to celebrate a successful project completion, and the mood was light and cheerful. She looked stunning as always, her white cast and sling barely detracting from her elegance.
"Here's to hard work and great teamwork," Fiona announced, raising her glass and then looking at me, "And to Nina, for her incredible resilience."
I blushed as everyone raised their glasses. "Thank you, Fiona," I said, my voice warm with gratitude. "I couldn't have done it without all of you," and in my mind I added especially to you Mistress Fiona with a smile.
We clinked glasses, the soft chime of celebration filling the room. The wine was delicious, and I savoured each sip. I love Canadian wine, feeling the pleasant warmth spread through me. As the lunch hour progressed, Fiona and I found ourselves in a corner, chatting more intimately.
"You look like you're handling everything so well on your crutches," she said, her eyes locking onto mine and leaning closer, "You look so sexy and beautiful Nina, I want to see you again, I want to play"
"Thanks, Fiona," I replied, feeling a flutter in my chest. "I have a lot of support. Miles has been amazing through all this."
Fiona's expression softened, she smiled and removed her broken arm from its sling and then removed her sling. "Give me some credit dear, I know you're married," she said, her voice dropping to a more personal tone. "And I respect that. But I can't help feeling a connection between us. Don't you feel it?"
A jolt of surprise and sensual pleasure coursed through me as I felt her broken arm gently caressing my back, her touch sending shivers down my spine. Her broken thumb lingered over my tight ass, my heart racing as I tried to find the words to respond. "Fiona...I don't know what to say, I do feel it" I finally managed to whisper.
As she slid her long, white cast around my waist, my broken leg was between her legs while her cast brushed against my breasts. She smiled and squeezed her legs tightly around my long black cast.
"Just know that I'm here for you, in any way you need and only when YOU are ready."
I pulled back slightly on my crutches, the reality of my marriage grounding me. "I appreciate that, Fiona. But I need to stay true to Miles. He's been my rock."
Fiona nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "Of course for now he is Nina. I just want you to be happy. That's all."
There was a connection, an undeniable spark, but I knew where my heart lay. I couldn't deny the pull I felt toward Fiona, but I also knew that my commitment to Miles was unwavering.
As I hobbled back to my desk, I felt a mix of emotions swirling within me. The day had brought unexpected revelations.
Love, Nina
