1. Coquilles à la me


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Fetish, Masturbation, Voyeur, Author: SingularityNL, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    incredibly relaxed and otherworldly thrilling. In short, I was walking on air and she was walking with me, very explicitly on one leg so. Once in my room, she put her crutches aside and turned to me for a real welcome. She snuggled into my embrace, kissed me warmly and smiled when my cupping hand honored her stump with a special welcome. &#034Mmm, I should've worn a skirt. Would make your hand feel even better than in this legging,&#034 she whispered, winking subtly. &#034Tough to make a stump look better than in a legging, though, especially an elastically clad, sexy one like yours,&#034 I whispered and winked back. &#034I knew you'd guess why I put it on.&#034 &#034Thanks for that, sexy. It's ravishing. Only beaten by taking it off, the legging I mean,&#034 I grinned, teasingly tickling her stump where I knew her scar was. She smiled broadly, her eyes twinkling. This was not only excitement for me, it was for Aidna as well. She often put it as finding me 'pleasantly normal' in my attraction to her being an amputee. Her playfully sarcastic characterisation was never without serious undertone, though. Obviously, this was all very emotionally charged. Having to miss a leg leaves no one unmoved, not even a positive spirited young woman without much memory of things ever having been different. Not surprisingly, there was also a frail side to Aidna's unawed attitude and firm disregard of anyone rejecting her for how she looked. She was smart, perceptive as well as sensitive, ...
    meaning very little went unnoticed to her while near everything had emotional impact. This made my always remaining sincere and honest a crucial requirement, and I was extremely aware of that. Banal sexual enjoyment of Aidna's being one-legged would be easy, I was soon convinced it would also be short-lived then. So, I had put all cards on the table and made her feel at ease to do the same. During those first weeks of regulalry seeing each other, we had spent hours of exchanging and clarifying feelings and thoughts on this. And it was a delicate matter, there was no hiding and no trimmings, just the straight truth in every aspect. The doubts and insecurities as much as the lauding, the sense of guilt as much as the essence of arousal. In that respect, this just friends of ours was rooted in total openness and unvarnished honesty. It also was the only way to give a weird attraction a normal place, the only way to see my sexual fascination for her amputated leg be respected and enjoyed by her, the woman possessing the stump. But once that had been accomplished, it was an intense thrill to enjoy. &#034And what did you cook for your one-legged muse today?&#034 she inquired, subtly lifting both her stump and an eyebrow. &#034Coquilles à la Paul for starter, sea bass Provençale for main course, surprise for dessert.&#034 &#034Mmm, sounds wonderful. What should I expect from à la Paul?&#034 &#034A short sizzle for the coquilles and my own secret little sauce enriched with truffle ...
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