Monday, June 24, 2024
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My very erotic journal conclusion
My very erotic journal
Conclusion
Today was filled with unexpected surprises. Miles and I were lounging in the living room when the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I was curious to see who it could be. Miles got up to answer the door, and moments later, he walked back into the room, followed by Fiona.
"Fiona, what a pleasant surprise!" I said, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling up inside me. Fiona looked elegant as always, her tailored outfit perfectly complementing her petite frame. She wore a lovely blouse that accentuated her figure, paired with a skirt that showed off her shapely legs. The cast on her arm had been replaced with a brace since her thumb was taking a long time to heal.
"Hello, Nina, Miles," she greeted us warmly. She walked over to me, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and gave me a gentle hug, staring at my new shorter white cast.
"I thought I'd come by to see how you're doing with your new cast. It must be such a relief to be able to bend your knee."
"You have no idea"
Miles offered her a seat, and she gracefully settled into the armchair across from me. " It is a lot easier to dress also. It's so good to see you, Fiona," I said, genuinely touched by her visit.
"I didn't expect you to come all the way out here."
The three of us chatted for a while, the conversation flowing easily. We talked about work, the latest office gossip, and the upcoming projects we were excited about. I could feel the tension in my shoulders easing, the familiar camaraderie a comforting balm.
After a while, Miles excused himself to go prepare some coffee and snacks. Fiona moved closer, her gaze settling on my cast. "It looks good on your this white cast Nina," she said softly.
"I've been thinking of you," She admitted. Her words and the sincerity in her eyes made my heart swell with gratitude. "Thank you, Fiona. That means a lot."
Miles returned with a tray of coffee and snacks, and we spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other's company.
"So, Fiona," He began, "what really brings you here today?"
Fiona hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking. "I have something to tell you Miles," she said hesitating.
Miles and I exchanged a glance, unsure of what to expect. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"I've recently come to the realization that I'm very attracted to your wife," she blurted out, her cheeks flushed with colour.
Miles was surprised with the openness, but he quickly recovered. Fiona looked relieved, a weight lifted off her shoulders. The conversation became more relaxed, and we found ourselves opening up to each other in ways we never had before. Miles and I shared stories of our own struggles with our identities, and Fiona listened intently, offering her perspective and insight.
The chemistry between us was palpable, the tension building with each passing moment. Fiona's eyes kept darting towards me and my new leg cast, her gaze lingering on my exposed toes. I could feel my heart racing, my breath hitching in my throat, I was so happy she saved me from a very difficult conversation with Miles by opening up like she did.
Without warning, Fiona leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, tentative kiss. I responded eagerly, my hands reaching for her. Miles watched us, his eyes filled with sexual desire as he moved closer.
It was a first for all three of us but we undressed each other slowly, our hands exploring every inch of each other's bodies. Fiona's fingers traced the curve of my big round breast, her broken thumb brushing against my nipple, sending shivers down my spine and her broken thumb. Miles sucked and licked my other nipple, making me moan in pleasure from all the attention.
Fiona's mouth moved down to my pussy, her tongue darting out to taste me. I gasped, my hips bucking as she licked and sucked my clitoris. Later Miles's cock slid into my vagina, filling me up completely.
We moved together, our bodies synced in a rhythm that felt primal and raw. Fina's hands gripped my broken leg, lifting my cast as she continued to work her magic on my exposed toes at the end of the cast.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm,, my muscles tensing as the pleasure built. "Don't stop," I begged, my voice hoarse with desire.
Fiona's broken hand and thumb rubbed my breasts while I came hard, my orgasm ripping through me like a wave. Miles followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled me up with his cum.
We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. Fiona's head rested on my shoulder, her breath warm against my skin. Miles removed Fiona's arm brace, pulling her close to me.
"That was amazing," Fiona whispered, her eyes shining with happiness and curiosity with her broken thumb unprotected.
I smiled, my heart swelling with love and gratitude. "Yes, it was," I agreed looking at her broken thumb...when Miles grabbed it and twisted it, breaking it...again.
"Stay away from my wife" he said and he obviously meant what he said.
The end
Nina
Saturday, June 22, 2024
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
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