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You see the scar on my left knee? Let me tell you how I got it. We were in the heat of the moment, our bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. His hands roamed over my silky coffee-colored stockings, a fetish of his that I had come to embrace. “I fucking love these stockings,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “They drive me wild.” He slid out of me, his dick glistening with my arousal. I gasped as he positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
And then, with a swift thrust, he plunged into the back of my knee. The sensation was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. A mix of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down my spine. “Fuck, yes!” I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls of our bedroom. But as he continued to thrust, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my knee. “AHHHHHHHHHH…it’s popping out!” I screamed, my voice laced with panic. He stopped immediately, concern etched on his face as he helped me to the floor. “We need to get you to the hospital,” he said, his voice
the scar on my left knee
thankfully steady despite the situation. The ER was a blur of white coats and bright lights. I was in pain, but the thought of his stockings fetish brought a smirk to my face. “You’re going to have to explain this one to the doctor,” I teased, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell him about your big dick and your stockings fetish.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll leave that part out, I think.”
After the procedure to pop my knee back into place, the doctor suggested surgery to prevent it from happening again. She was very concerned, as she didn’t want it to become a chronic condition later in life. He looked at me, his eyes filled with worry. “What do you want to do?” he asked. I thought about it for a moment, then smiled. “I want to keep wearing these stockings for you,” I said, my voice firm. “But maybe we should find a new position for awhile.”
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