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My very erotic journal part 14
My very erotic journal
14-July 15
Afternoon
"I want to change into something more comfortable," I said. Miles nodded, his eyes never leaving mine.
I made my way to my old room, my crutches clattering on the wooden floor. Once inside, I quickly struggled to shed my clothes and slipped into a sexy bikini, feeling the thrill of excitement as I looked at myself in the mirror standing on my right leg, long cast, long leg and decent breast clearly on display.
As I stepped back out onto the porch on my crutches, Miles' eyes widened with appreciation. "You look stunning," he said. I smiled, feeling bold and confident.
He followed me to the edge of the property, where we had private access to Lake Champlain. Miles spread a blanket on the soft grass and he helped me down so that I wouldn't put any weight on my broken leg. He then joined me and our bodies were very close together.
"You are such a sexual tease Nina," Miles whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. I shivered, feeling my desire for him grow. We began to kiss, our lips exploring each other passionately. Miles' hands roamed over my broken leg slowly before caressing my curves and sending shivers of pleasure through me. I moaned softly, my body responding to his magical touch.
Miles gently pulled my bikini top down, exposing my round breasts. His lips found my nipples, sucking and nibbling gently. I arched my back, my hands tangled in his hair as I loved every second of it.
As our passion grew, Miles' fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my bikini bottom, finding me already wet and ready. He began to stroke me gently, his fingers teasing my clitoris and sending waves of pleasure through me. I spread my leg and cast wider, eager for more. Miles' fingers plunged deeper, his rhythm increasing as he brought me closer and closer to a first orgasm. I writhed beneath him, my moans growing louder and more desperate.
Suddenly, I pushed him aside and quickly undressed him, his long penis standing at attention, eager for my touch and lips. I eagerly reached out, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing shaft. Miles groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as I began to stroke him. I worked my hand up and down, my grip tightening as I felt him grow harder in my hand.
"Let me please you," I murmured, my lips brushing against his penis, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his tip. He moaned, his hands rubbing my black cast over and over as I sucked him deeper and deeper. I worked my tongue over his shaft, loving the feel of him sliding in and out of my mouth.
As I continued to suck him, Miles' hands found my breasts, teasing my nipples and making me even more aroused. I could feel the tension building inside me, my body yearning for release. Suddenly, Miles pulled away, his eyes filled with desire.
"I need to be inside you," he growled, his voice thick with lust. I nodded eagerly, spreading my leg and heavy cast wider with his help and inviting him in.
Miles positioned himself between my legs, his penis ready and plunged inside me. I cried out, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through me.
Miles began to thrust, his rhythm slow and steady at first, then growing faster and more urgent as our passion took over. I wrapped my one good leg around him, pulling him deeper and deeper inside me.
Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, our moans and gasps filling the air around us. I could feel the tension building inside me, my orgasm growing closer with each passing moment. Suddenly, I felt Miles' penis swell inside me, the sensation pushing me over the edge. I cried out, my body trembling with pleasure as I climaxed hard around him.
Miles groaned, his body shuddering as he too found his release. We held each other tightly, our bodies slick with sweat and pleasure. As our passion subsided, we lay together in the cool night air, my long cast over his leg, our hearts pounding and our bodies spent. We held each other close, our love and desire stronger than ever.
Later on Miles picked me up in his arms while I was holding on to my crutches and he helped me back to the house, cradling me in his arms. My parents pretended to be asleep, blissfully aware of the passionate encounter that had just taken place. I smiled to myself, feeling sated and content. With my husband by my side, I knew that everything would be alright.
Love, Nina
Friday, June 21, 2024
My very erotic journal part 13
My very erotic journal
13-July 15
Morning
Today was a mix of excitement and anxiety as Miles and I headed to my parents' place in the countryside. They didn't know about my broken leg, and I was unsure how they'd react. The drive was soothing, with the countryside's green fields and blue skies calming my nerves.
As we pulled up to my parents' charming house by Lake Champlain, I took a deep breath. Miles parked the car and hurried around to help me out. After sliding my cast out and standing on my right leg, I steadied myself on my crutches, hoping to maintain a semblance of the old Nina.
My mom was the first to greet us at the door, her eyes widening in shock as she saw my long black cast. "Nina! What happened?" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of concern and surprise.
"It's a long story, Mom, how are you?" I said, giving her a reassuring smile. "I'll explain everything inside."
My dad appeared behind her, his brow furrowing with worry. "Come in, come in and rest that broken leg" he urged, holding the door open wider. Miles followed me as I navigated the steps, my crutches clattering on the wooden porch.
Once inside, I settled into a comfy armchair in the living room, my leg propped up on lots of pillows. My parents sat opposite me, their faces etched with concern.
"So, what happened?" my dad asked, his voice gentle but insistent.
I recounted the story of the soccer game, how Liam had accidentally collided with me, causing my leg to break in two places. My mom gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh, sweetheart, that sounds awful and painful! "
"It was, but Miles has been amazing," I said, glancing at my husband, who was watching me with an affectionate smile.
"He's been taking such good care of me."
My mom's worry softened into a warm smile while she looked at her left leg. "We're so glad you have each other." She paused, then added, "You know, I remember when I broke my ankle in twelfth grade. It was during a cheerleading practice. I landed awkwardly after a jump, and the pain was immediate. My leg was in a long plaster cast for eight weeks, and I had to use crutches the entire time."
Dad chimed in, his eyes sparkling with the memory. "We were dating back then. I remember how worried I was when I heard about the accident. I visited her every day, helped her with her books, and even carried her up and down the stairs at school."
Mom laughed softly. "He was my knight in shining armour, even if he did have to carry my books and me sometimes. It wasn't easy, but we got through it together. Having someone who cares makes all the difference."
I looked at my parents, feeling a deep sense of connection and gratitude. "Thanks for sharing that, Mom and Dad, I didn't know about your broken ankle. It helps to know I'm not alone in this."
Mom squeezed my hand. "You'll get through this, Nina. And you'll come out even stronger on the other side. AT least your black cast looks better than my old plaster cast"
Dad nodded in agreement smiling. "Look how much stronger your arms look already."
Lunch was fun, but the familiar comfort of my parents' cooking and the warmth of my old home helped lift my spirits. Afterwards, my dad suggested we sit on the porch, enjoying the fresh air. Miles helped me settle into a cushioned chair, my leg elevated on a footrest my dad had thoughtfully placed there.
The afternoon was on us when I said, "I think I need to change into something more comfortable," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. Miles nodded, his eyes never leaving mine.
Love, Nina
Thursday, June 20, 2024
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
