Whispers in the walls prologue

 Whispers in the Walls

Prologue

As I step into the rental property I got from my dad dying, I unveil not just its physical transformation into a very modern building, but also the hidden lives within. Little did I know that my sexual voyeuristic curiosity would lead to unexpected connections.

Well maybe I did know...you may agree when you meet the tenants that I selected.

The front door opens from a face recognition system, revealing a modern haven that was once my father's home and is now mine. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of fresh paint and new beginnings. The walls, once echoing with my father's laughter, now resonate with the anticipation of untold stories, secrets and transformations.

Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Sharon, I'm a 34-year-old AI machine learning engineer who loves to peel back the layers of the ordinary to reveal the extraordinary. I really believe that everybody has sexual secrets that are worth revealing and investigating.

Graduating from MIT as an engineer was a milestone that paved the way for my analytical mind to dive into the complexities of both technology and human nature. I hate to describe myself but I'm a petite woman with short brown hair framing my face, almost legally blind from diabetes, my glasses serve as a gateways to the world around me.

As a single woman, I've embraced a life of independence with various friends with benefits of both sexes and I'm also fuelled by a passion for the finer things in life. I'm full of contradictions, I need and love sexy and expensive clothes and shoes that reflect my confidence and high heels that elevate not just my stature and my spirit even if it also increases the possibilities of injuries.

I totally assume my decisions.

My fascination extends beyond the concrete jungle into the great outdoors. The thrill of rough no services style camping and the challenge of rock climbing offers a stark contrast to my structured, tech-eccentric life. It's in those moments, surrounded by nature's grandeur, that I find balance and harmony between my need to be a modern day independent woman and my need to be alone at peace with myself role-playing or not... injured or not.

Yet, beneath the surface of my seemingly structured life, lies unusual fascinations, some that drive me to appreciate medical and recreational casts on the limbs of pure strangers, men and women navigating the world on crutches. It's clearly a sexual attraction I've kept hidden for years because it clearly walks on a fine line of what is acceptable socially.

In the quiet corners of my mind since I was a very young girl, I found sexual fetishes happiness in crafting short stories that revolve around the very leg braces, casts, crutches and wheelchair that intrigues me. These short stories have been an outlet under various persona, allowing me to explore the delicate dance between vulnerability, strength, lust, sex and breaking my own limb.

In each story I was able to write about the intricate emotions surrounding the beautiful use of crutches, an exploration that satisfied the curious whispers within me without exposing the depths of my unconventional interests to the judgement of my world. Writing became my sanctuary, where crippled legs in braces, casts and crutches could unfold without inhibition.

But the property I inherited from my father changed everything after my renovations. A once-familiar place, I transformed it into a modern building of eight private units, but I gave myself full access through the use of technology. The walls, now full with state-of-the-art gadgets, conceal the secrets of those within, stories waiting to be discovered, by me, for me.

As I walked the halls of my newly shaped sanctuary on my crutches and recreational short leg cast, prior to my guess moving in after the renovation, I felt a magnetic pull towards a new medical injury or a permanent disability. But also a pull for the lives that will be unfolding behind closed doors in almost total secrecy in the near future.

My 2024 technologies, combined with AI will be my companion to understand the whispers of untold stories, and my sexual curiosity and needs will become a key to unlocking the doors to these hidden secrets behind those beautiful, sexy people in their own ways and locked doors.

Compassion. I realized that my accessibility to the secrets of my tenants could be helpful for positive change. Armed with a genuine desire to help them realize some deep fantasies or fetishes of their own, I believe that good will come from understanding and my intervention.

I hope you agree with me that the stage is set where writing will go to a new level, the physical day to day of my tenants, the intricate dance of their lives will be mixed with mine. The whispers in the walls are inviting me to witness, understand, and, perhaps, change the course of physical and emotional destinies yet to unfold.

Hope you join me
Sharon
XOXO