Wednesday, January 8, 2025
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Say it isn't so chapter 4
Say it isn't so
Chapter 4
She caught my eye and smiled...
Her full lips painted the same striking shade as her dress. Her dark hair was swept to one side in loose, effortless waves, and her makeup was understated but impeccable. There was something mesmerizing about her; she exuded confidence in a way that seemed to pull everyone in the room toward her orbit including me, a very straight woman.
But it was Vanessa that walked toward me, her gaze lingering on my red cast. As I balanced on my crutches, I noticed her eyes staring at me, not with pity but with genuine curiosity and something else I couldn't quite name yet.
She sat beside me, her voice soft but self-assured. "You're handling this broken leg so gracefully," she said, her smile warm and genuine.
"Thank you"
I could feel my cheeks flush as her words settled over me. She looked at me again, and this time, I saw myself through her eyes. My sharp black dress hugged my whole body, accentuating my breasts, caressing my hips. The smooth, unyielding line of my cast while bent at the knee added a striking contrast, yet oddly alluring.
But in a way it was the single black high heel pump on my good foot, sleek and commanding, that anchored the look, turning me into a vision of sensuality. I wasn't just surviving; I was captivating, sexy... NO I was daydreaming.
Unlike Julian, Vanessa didn't seem awkward or uncomfortable. She seemed... intrigued. Even attracted.
"How are you managing?" she asked, leaning in slightly.
I smiled, for the first time in what felt like days. "Better than I first expected, honestly. I'm getting the hang of these," I said, gesturing to my crutches.
Her gaze softened, and she chuckled. "You know, I badly broke my ankle in college. A clumsy trip down some stairs in 5 inch heels, almost drunk," she admitted, rolling her eyes at her younger self.
"I still limp a little when I'm tired, but it's a part of me now." She said lifting her right leg and that's when I noticed a very long scar along her ankle. I was intrigued and for a brief second I wanted to touch it, feel it.
I laughed with her, the sound light and unguarded. In that moment, Vanessa didn't just make me feel seen; she made me feel understood. And for the first time since the accident, I felt a spark of something I hadn't felt in a long time...Sexiness and attractions.
Back at home on the couch, my cast resting on a tower of pillows, I couldn't stop thinking about Vanessa. The memory of her grabbing my crutches played over and over in my mind. She hadn't just held them, she owned them. With an effortless grace, she slipped them under her arms and took a few playful steps, her right leg bent at the knee as if mimicking my non-weight-bearing stance.
Her red dress clung to her figure as she moved, and the flash of the crimson sole of her high heel as it hovered above the ground was breathtakingly perfect. Every step she took on my crutches seemed deliberate, as though she knew exactly how captivating she looked. Her confidence was magnetic, her laughter light and teasing, but there was something else in her gaze when she looked at me, a spark that felt charged with meaning.
I sat there, watching her, spellbound and unsure what to make of the moment. Back at home now, her attention left me both flattered and confused. Was she just being playful? Or was there something more in the way her eyes lingered on me and my broken leg, her lips curving into a knowing smile as she returned the crutches to me?
I was resting on the couch, my long cast from almost my hip to my midfoot was on pillows. The dull ache was a constant reminder of my immobility, but it was the itching that drove me mad. She had been checking in on me for the last few nights, her calls changing, getting more and more personal in nature.
"You know, I've always had a thing for ladies in leg cast," she casually mentioned one evening, her voice low.
"There's something about vulnerability, helplessness..."
"Really?" I replied,. "And what do you do with that vulnerability?"
She laughed that sent shivers down my spine. "Well, I'd start by running my fingers over your long red cast, feeling the contours of your shapely leg miss vice president. Then, I'd move my hands up your thigh..."
I was excited, my breath coming in short gasps even if I had never done anything like that on the phone before. "And then?" I managed to ask while caressing my breasts, my hard nipples.
"Then, I'd move my hands between your cast and healthy leg," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I'd tease you, until you're begging me to slide my fingers inside you."
I could barely think straight. "And what would you do then?"
"Then, I'd kiss you," she said, her voice dripping with desire. "I'd suck your clitoris until you come, until you're screaming my name."
I couldn't take it anymore. "Vanessa, come over," I moaned. "Please."
She arrived an hour later, her eyes dark with desire and to tease me she was leaning on crutches, her knee bent and medical boot on her foot and lower leg. She dropped her crutches and knelt beside me, her fingers tracing the cast on my leg. "It's so long and slim," she murmured, her voice filled with awe.
I smiled. "It's just a cast, Vanessa."
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with mischief. "Just a cast, huh? Let me show you how much fun a cast can be while we have sex."
She began at my exposed toes, kissing and licking them. Then her long fingers were tracing the cast, moving slowly upwards. I watched her, my heart pounding in my chest. When she reached my thigh, she looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. I swear she wanted a cast again.
"Can I touch you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
I nodded totally out of control. She moved her hand between my legs, her fingers sliding in. I groaned, my hips bucking upwards.
"Yes," I hissed.
She pleased me, her fingers moving in and out. I watched her, "Vanessa," I groaned. "Please." She smiled, her eyes filled with mischief. I hissed in a breath.
"Vanessa.."
She smiled, her eyes filled with desire. "Oh, yes," she said. She stood up on her medical boot, her hands going to her shirt. She pulled it off, revealing her bare breasts. She unbuttoned her jeans skirt, her hips swaying as she shimmied out of it. She was bare underneath.
Say it isn't so
Chapter 5 to come
Beca
Monday, January 6, 2025
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Say it isn't so. Chapter 3
Say it isn't so
Chapter 3
As I settled into my chair, with my broken leg elevated my mind wandered back to something I'd stumbled upon online the night before that surprised me. Out of sheer curiosity, okay, maybe boredom since with my broken leg I couldn't go running my 5km. I had typed "life with a leg cast" into the search bar, hoping to find tips or stories from people who'd gone through this. What I found instead was... surprising. Forums, articles, even entire websites dedicated to people who found leg casts sexually attractive.
It wasn't just casual admiration either. Some of the erotic stories were passionate, even obsessive, mostly for men. A few women chimed in, but it was mostly men marveling at the shape of a cast, the way it immobilized a limb, the vulnerability it symbolized. Vulnerability, that word stuck with me. Was that the appeal?
At first, I laughed, thinking it was absurd. How could anyone look at this hot, itchy, fiber prison on my leg and feel anything other than discomfort? My cast was cumbersome and annoying; it made my life harder, not sexier. I thought about the forum posts again and shuddered. It felt invasive, like people were romanticizing something that, for me, was nothing more than a hindrance.
But as the initial wave of disbelief passed, a small voice in the back of my mind whispered something I wasn't ready to admit, could there be something empowering about this? Could the same thing that made me feel vulnerable also be a symbol of strength? I dismissed the thought almost as quickly as it came, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of it all.
For now, I couldn't fathom seeing my cast as anything other than an inconvenience. Life had a funny way of changing perspectives when you least expected it.
Julian caught up to me as I made my way down the hallway after the meeting. My crutches tapped against the tiled floor in a rhythmic cadence, and I could feel the sweat starting to form on my palms from gripping them tightly.
"Here, let me help," he said, stepping forward and reaching for my laptop bag. His smile was warm but awkward, like he wasn't sure if his offer would offend me.
I hesitated, my pride warring with practicality. My bag wasn't heavy, but the thought of juggling it while on crutches had already made my shoulders ache in anticipation. "Thanks," I said finally, handing it over. He slung the bag over his shoulder easily, walking beside me as I adjusted my pace to keep up.
"It's tough seeing you like this," he admitted after a pause, clearly no sexual attraction for him.
His words caught me off guard, and I stopped mid-step, the crutches halting my movement.
"Like what?" I asked, my tone sharper than I intended.
He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. "You know... not at full strength. You're always so... in control. It's just weird seeing you in this long and ugly cast"
" and on crutches?" I finished for him, my voice calm but firm.
His face turned a light shade of pink. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just, this isn't you. You're the one who always has it together, 4 inch stilettos, short leather skirt." I sighed, softening a little. Julian wasn't trying to be cruel. He just didn't know how to handle the situation, and to be honest, neither did I.
"This is me, Julian," I said, gesturing to the red cast on my leg. "For now, for the next 3 months, anyway. And I'm still the same person, just moving a bit slower."
He nodded, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting my eyes. "I didn't mean to sound... you know, insensitive. I just hate seeing you struggle. I'm so sorry"
"I appreciate that," I said, starting to move again. "But don't feel sorry for me. I'm managing."
The walk to my office felt longer than usual, each step a reminder of how much effort this took. Julian held the door open for me, his earlier discomfort giving way to a more natural kindness. He set my laptop on my desk and turned to leave, hesitating for a moment.
"If you ever need anything, Beca... I'm here. Really."
I smiled, this time a genuine one. "Thanks, Julian. I'll keep that in mind."
As he walked out, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. His words had stung, yes, but they also made me think. Maybe I wasn't as invincible as I liked to believe, but I wasn't about to let anyone, including myself, write me off because of a damn broken leg.
Adjusting my crutches, I sat down at my desk, ready to tackle the stack of emails waiting for me. The day wasn't going to stop for my injury, and neither was I.
I hobbled into my house, the crutches digging into my armpits as I made it through the door. Facing a long mirror, the red cast on my left leg was a stark contrast to my sleek black pencil skirt, which had a slit to accommodate the long cast. After tossing my purse onto the couch, I made my way to the bedroom. The day had been long and stressful, and I needed a release.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, careful not to jar my broken leg too much as I stared at my left leg in my full long cast. The doctor had said it would be on for 8 weeks. My fingers traced the shapes of the cast, and I let out a sigh. I needed more than this. I reached for the hem of my blouse and pulled it over my head, letting it fall to the floor. My bra soon followed, leaving me in just my skirt and panties.
I slid my hand between my legs, feeling the dampness already there. My clitoris was throbbing, and I knew I wouldn't be able to wait much longer. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving me in just my panties. I slipped a finger inside, feeling my wetness, and let out a soft moan.
"God," I whispered to myself.
I slipped my panties off and waited, my heart pounding in my chest. I slipped a finger inside me, my thumb rubbing against my clitoris. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing.
Then I slipped another finger inside, my thrusts becoming harder, faster. I could feel my orgasm growing, my body tensing with pleasure.
I came, my body shaking, my breath coming in short gasps. I could feel my juices dripping down my leg. It felt so good.
The next morning the light streamed through my window, and for the first time since my injury, I felt a sense of calm. Yesterday and last night had been magical, despite the cast weighing me down. I couldn't pinpoint exactly why, maybe it was the way I had finally embraced the rhythm of my crutches or how I'd caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and realized that I hadn't lost myself completely or maybe it was my 2 orgasms.
Getting dressed, I felt like me again. I pulled on a fitted black dress with a hem that stopped just above the knee, letting my cast peek out. I added a pair of silver earrings and smoothed my hair back into a polished bun. For my good foot, I chose a classic black pump with a pointed toe, sharp, stylish, and perfectly balanced. It wasn't just an outfit; it was armor for the day ahead and I wasn't sure what to expect.
To my surprise at lunch, I noticed Vanessa before she noticed me. Her bold red dress hugged her perfect figure, the fabric flowing just enough to reveal her shapely legs and the faintest hint of a limp when she walked. Her black heels clicked against the floor, but the subtle unevenness in her stride made her even more attractive. Somehow it was a touch of imperfection in an otherwise flawless and sexy woman.
She caught my eye and smiled...
Say it isn't so
Chapter 4 to come
Beca