Sunday, November 19, 2023
Saturday, November 18, 2023
The president's daughter part 2
My eyes remained locked on the road, but my thoughts were consumed by Mia. Her vulnerability, her sprained ankle was heart-wrenching, and at the same time, the idea of her being in pain or on crutches filled me with protectiveness and sexual attraction towards her.
"We'll know soon enough baby, sorry Sarah," I replied. My attention kept drifting to her face, her beauty and her distress.
I chanced a glance in her direction, and our eyes met. In that moment, it was as if time stood still. Mia's gaze held mine, a silent plea for understanding. I couldn't look away, captivated by the intensity she applied to her injured ankle with her long fingers.
"Sarah, are you attracted to me right now? Is my injury an extra turn on for you?"
The car continued to glide down the road, the world outside fading into the background.
Mia's pain was undeniable, but it only served to deepen my attraction to her. She needed me, maybe even wanted me.
I was saved by our arrival at the hospital, and I quickly parked the car, my attention firmly fixed on Mia. As I helped her out of the car, she winced with every movement, her injured ankle a constant source of pain. I started to doubt my original diagnosis that it was only sprained, maybe it was broken.
"Stay here for a moment, lean against my car, don;t put any weight on it" I said gently, my heart aching for her.
But before I left her she pulled me closer and her mouth was against mine in second. She was a great kisser, her tongue was inside my mouth and it was wonderful but when her warm hands found my breasts something woke up in my brain and I walked away.
"We can't Mia, at least not in public" I said smiling.
I moved with purpose towards the hospital's entrance, where I spotted a wheelchair waiting nearby for us. I wheeled the chair back to where Mia was standing and helped her ease into it. She sighed with relief as she settled into the comfortable seat, the pain in her ankle finally eased by the support.
Being the President's daughter had its perks, and it meant that Mia received immediate attention.
The hospital staff, recognizing Mia, quickly whisked us away to the radiology department for X-rays. We were ushered into a well-lit room with a large X-ray machine at its center. Mia was positioned carefully on the examination table, her injured ankle exposed and vulnerable.
The radiology technician, a friendly woman with a reassuring smile, explained the procedure to Mia. "We're going to take a few X-ray images to get a better look at your ankle," she said.
"It won't take long, and it's completely painless."
Mia nodded, though her face still bore traces of discomfort. The technician adjusted the machine, and a series of mechanical clicks filled the room. Mia's eyes, filled with apprehension, met mine briefly before the X-ray machine began its work.
The technician stepped behind a protective barrier as the machine emitted low doses of radiation, capturing images of Mia's injured ankle from various angles. The process seemed to take forever, each second ticking by as we waited for answers.
Finally, the technician announced, "We're all done here." Mia let out a sigh of relief as the machine powered down. She looked at me with uncertainty, her blue eyes searching for reassurance.
"We'll have the results shortly," I assured her, my voice laced with genuine concern. Our journey was far from over, and the X-ray results would determine the path we were about to embark on.
Mia sat in the wheelchair, her injured ankle elevated on the leg rest, a stark contrast to the vibrant athlete I had seen on the volleyball court just hours ago. Her left leg was bare, and the gentle curve of her calf gave way to an injured ankle that was now showing signs of swelling.
"Have you ever been in a leg cast Sarah"
I couldn't help but study her ankle, my eyes tracing the contours of her leg. The skin, usually smooth and tanned, bore the faintest hint of bruising where the injury had occurred. Her beautiful long and strong leg, the very same that had pushed her up to sent powerful spikes over the net, now lay vulnerable and in need of care.
"Yes when I was 16 I broke my tibia and fibula, I was in a full leg cast for 8 weeks and crutches for 12," She stared at my leg and for a brief second she licked her lips.
As I stood there, waiting for the X-ray results, my mind began to wander. I wondered what color cast Mia would choose if her ankle was indeed broken. Would it be a bright, cheerful colour to match her vibrant personality, or a more subdued shade to reflect her current state of vulnerability and being the president's daughter? The image of Mia with a cast wrapped around her leg played in my mind, and I couldn't help but daydream about how it would look on her naked in bed, with me.
My thoughts spiralled further, wondering just how high the cast would go on her leg. Possibly ending just below the knee? A short leg cast, allowing her to retain some mobility while she healed. The mental image of her wearing a cast only fueled my desire to protect, care and touch her all over.
Reality snapped me out of my daydream, and I realized that Mia was watching me with a curious expression. I quickly composed myself, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at being caught in my reverie.
"Sorry" I mumbled, offering a sheepish smile. "Just lost in thought for a moment."
Mia's eyes twinkled with a hint of amusement, and she shrugged, a playful grin tugging at her lips.
"It's alright, Sarah. I've been daydreaming about the kiss too, about us."
Her admission sent a rush of warmth through me, and I couldn't help but feel a connection that went beyond duty and friendship. Little did we know that the days ahead would be filled with unexpected twists and turns, and the journey of healing, both physical and emotional, was about to begin.
The atmosphere in the examination room was sexually tense as we waited for the results of Mia's X-rays. A beautiful woman doctor entered the room, her confident demeanour putting us both at ease. She carried a tablet displaying the X-ray images, her eyes scanning the screen with a practised eye.
"Hello, Mia," she greeted warmly. "I'm Dr. Anderson, and I've reviewed your X-rays."
Mia nodded, her eyes locked onto the doctor, anxiety in her gaze. "What's the verdict, Doctor?" she asked, her voice tinged with nervousness.
Dr. Anderson took a moment to reassess the images before delivering her diagnosis.
"You have a third-degree sprain," she explained, her tone calm and reassuring. "Fortunately, there are no fractures, but it's a very severe sprain."
Mia let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders visibly relaxing. "Thank you, Doctor," she said, her gratitude evident.
"A third-degree sprain is a severe injury to the ligaments around the ankle. It means that the ligaments have been partially torn."
Mia listened attentively, "So, what's the treatment plan?" she inquired.
"The first step is applying an air cast to stabilize the ankle. This will allow the ligaments to heal properly. You'll also need to use crutches to avoid putting weight on the injured ankle. I want to be clear it would be very easy to break your ankle right now so no weight bearing at all"
Mia nodded, her determination evident. "I'll do whatever it takes to recover and not break my ankle."
Part 3 to come
K
Friday, November 17, 2023
Thursday, November 16, 2023
The President's daughter part 1
Here we were still at the university gym, the rhythmic sound of a volleyball being spiked over the net echoed through the air. Mia, dressed in her crimson and white volleyball uniform, white knee socks, stood on one side of the net with her determination shining in her deep blue eyes.
"Sarah, just three more, please!" Mia called out, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. She had been practising her spiking relentlessly, eager to improve her skills. The intensity in her eyes was palpable. How could I say no to her?
I couldn't help but be drawn to Mia's enthusiasm. Her request was innocent enough, and yet it tugged at something deep within me. She had a class to attend in just 30 minutes, but the prospect of watching Mia in action for a few more moments was tempting. There was something magnetic about her, something that made it impossible to say no.
"Come on, just three quick ones! I promise I'll make them count," Mia pleaded, her lips forming a playful pout, like a tall and sexy college girl can.
With a sigh and a reluctant nod, I found myself agreeing. How could I refuse her? Mia's charm was undeniable, and her radiant smile was enough to melt my resolve. I retrieved a volleyball from the nearby rack and stood ready to toss it over the net.
Mia crouched low, her sexy long and strong legs ready. Her outstretched arms were also waiting for the ball. As I prepared to lob the ball, the gym seemed to hold its breath, as if it too anticipated the magic that was about to unfold, events that would change our life.
I tossed the ball gently, watching as it sailed gracefully over the net. Mia's eyes never left the ball, her focus laser-sharp. She leaped into the air, her powerful legs propelling her skyward. At that moment, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of her form and style, the way she moved with such confidence and grace. It also didn;t hurt that she was so damn sexy.
At the pinnacle of her jump, Mia's arm swung back, ready to deliver a thunderous spike. It was a beautiful sight, and I found myself momentarily staring at her left ankle and foot, her eyes shifted to mine and she smiled. But as fate would have it, that split second of distraction changed everything.
Mia landed awkwardly on her left foot, a twist of fate sending a shock of pain through her ankle, foot and lower leg. Her cry of agony tore me from my reverie, and I rushed to her side, my heart pounding with concern. I knew I had to act swiftly, my training taking over as I assessed her injury.
"Oh God my ankle, Oh no no no" She moaned, holding on to her left ankle.
Kneeling beside Mia, I gently examined her ankle, my fingers tracing the contours of her skin. I felt something inside me touching her. Concentrate, I told myself, she's injured. At the same time relief washed over me as I realized there was no obvious fracture at least, but the grimace of pain on her face was undeniable, she would need X Rays to confirm either way. One thing was clear, Mia had suffered a really bad sprain.
Her tears welled up, and I could see the vulnerability in her eyes as she tried to move her injured ankle but the swelling was restricting it.
"I think I messed up pretty bad, I'm pretty sure it's broken" she admitted, her voice trembling.
"Let's wait for the doctor's opinion, here let me help you up"
As I helped her to her right foot, her arm draped around my shoulder for support, a rush of protectiveness surged through me and I wanted so badly to be able to kiss it better. In that moment, my feelings for Mia went beyond mere duty.
There was an undeniable attraction, a magnetic pull that I couldn't ignore. I was in love. Little did I know that this unexpected injury would set in motion events that would forever change the course of our lives, and the depth of my emotions for Mia would be tested in ways I could never have imagined.
With every step we took toward the team room, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on both of us. The atmosphere felt charged with unspoken emotions, and I couldn't help but steal glances at Mia from the corner of my eyes.
The team room stood empty, its walls adorned with faded volleyball posters and equipment scattered haphazardly. The space seemed like an abandoned sanctuary of athletic dreams, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy that had filled it just moments before.
As we entered, Mia's expression shifted, her eyes reflecting a mix of discomfort and vulnerability. She turned to me, her voice soft and trembling, "Sarah, I could use some help getting out of this uniform if you don't mind."
My heart skipped a beat at her words, and I swallowed hard, my emotions in turmoil. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, I was really in love with Mia. It was more than just an attraction or a fling, more than just a duty. I had fallen for her, and the knowledge hung between us like a dirty secret.
With firm and capable hands, I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Of course Mia." My fingers brushed against the fabric of her crimson and white volleyball jersey, lingering for a moment before I carefully began to peel it off. Mia's blond hair cascading over her shoulders. She was fit and her sports bra was revealing her large firm breasts. Her skin was warm beneath my touch, and I couldn't help but blush as I focused on the job ahead.
I carefully lifted one of her legs, her team shorts sliding along her long, toned leg as she extended it. I noticed her wince when the fabric brushed against her injured ankle. She let out a soft moan of discomfort, and my heart went out to her.
"I'm sorry," I said sympathetically, my fingers brushing gently over her injured ankle.
"No worries, thank you for your help." She said, smiling at me.
As Mia changed into a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt, her face contorted in pain when she tried to slide her jeans over her injured ankle. My heart ached at her vulnerability, and an overwhelming desire to protect her surged within me.
"Here, let me help," I offered, my hands gently guiding her leg into the jeans. Mia's eyes met mine, and for a fleeting moment, it was as if our souls were laid bare. The unspoken connection between us deepened, drawing us closer together.
With Mia's arm draped around my shoulder and her injured ankle not touching the ground, we made slow but steady progress toward the parking lot. Each step was carefully measured, and my attention was wholly focused on ensuring Mia's comfort and the safety of her injured ankle.
Mia's face was etched with pain with each step. I felt the weight of her injured ankle on my shoulder, and it only fueled my determination to help her reach the car safely. She trusted me.
Finally, we reached my car, its sleek, black exterior glistening in the late afternoon sun. I carefully opened the door for Mia, ensuring she had a clear path to hop inside. She eased herself into the passenger seat, relieved.
As she settled in, I couldn't help but steal a glance at her. Her beauty was striking even in this vulnerable moment, her blue eyes still shimmering despite the pain she was experiencing.
Closing the car door gently, I hurried to the driver's seat, my mind racing with concern for Mia's well-being. The engine roared to life, and as we pulled away from the gym, the weight of our unspoken emotions filled the car like a silent promise of the uncertain future that lay ahead.
As we drove towards the hospital, Mia fingers gently grazed the area around her injured ankle, and I could see the pain and something else in her features. Not sure what it was since even with the pain she kept touching it.
Mia's voice broke the silence, her tone trembling with worry. "Sarah, I think it's broken," she said, her gaze fixed on her injured ankle. She continued to rub it gently, as if trying to alleviate the pain or increase it.
I wasn't sure why but I loved both options.
Part 2 to come.
K
Wednesday, November 15, 2023
Tuesday, November 14, 2023
The President's Daughter prologue
My name is Sarah Mitchell, and I'm a secret service agent, just shy of my 25th birthday. I've always been the type to blend into the background, to watch from the shadows. My job is to protect the President's daughter, Mia Harrison, a college student and an NCAA volleyball player.
They say it's a thankless job, but I never expected it to be this complicated. I was assigned to protect Mia when she started college, and from the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I was in trouble. Her vibrant personality, her determination and her radiant beauty were impossible to ignore. She was standing at 5 foot 10, with beautiful long legs that seemed to stretch for miles. Long blond hair cascading down her back, and deep blue eyes.
I, on the other hand, was trained to be invisible. My dark hair was always pulled back in a practical bun, and my steel-grey eyes tried not to show any emotions. I was professional and focused solely on the safety of my charge. But Mia had a way of breaking through my walls.
Our first meeting was uneventful, just a routine briefing with her mother, the President of the United States. I stood in the corner, silent and vigilant, as the President introduced us.
"This is Sarah Mitchell," she said, gesturing toward me. "She'll be your secret service protector while you're at college, Mia."
Mia extended her left hand with a warm smile because her right wrist was broken and in a pink cast. Her energy practically radiated from her.
"Nice to meet you Sarah," she said, her voice like a soothing melody.
I shook her hand , keeping my emotions in check. "Likewise Mia," I replied, my tone neutral.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, I found myself constantly by Mia's side. I couldn't deny the attraction that was growing between us, despite the danger it posed. We spent hours together, walking the campus, attending her volleyball games, and sharing late-night conversations often at the gym.
The more time I spent with her, the harder it became to remember my role as her protector. I found myself daydreaming about her smile, her laughter, her sexy legs, and the way her hair would catch the sunlight. It was a dangerous distraction, one that could jeopardize her safety.
But I couldn't help myself. I was falling in love with the President's daughter, a woman I was sworn to protect at all costs. It was a forbidden love, one that could destroy us both at the bare minimum my career would be over.
As the days passed, I knew I had to make a choice. I could continue to hide my feelings and focus solely on my duty, or I could risk everything and confess my sexual attraction to Mia. The consequences of my decision would shape the course of our lives forever, and I had no idea which path I would choose.
This is the story of how I fell in love with the President's daughter, Mia Harrison. It's a tale of forbidden love, danger, and the sacrifices we're willing to make for the ones we love.
It's strange to admit, but physical pain became the guiding force in reshaping both of our lives in the next few parts of this story.
Sarah
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A High-Tech Romance conclusion
She took a deep breath. "It's connected to your artificial intelligence, Lucas, your program. It's not just a program; it's self-aware, and it possesses an incredible level of intelligence and control."
I blinked in disbelief. "My program? But how can that be?"
Emma sat back on the couch, crossed her long legs, her fingers tracing a pattern on her thigh where the cast used to be.
"I wish I could give you a simple answer, but it's a long story. Your AI convinced me the night before that you wanted to experience a broken bone and that I would love to see you in a cast"
I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of an AI achieving self-awareness.
"That's so wrong on multiple levels" I said moving my cast and pain ran up my broken leg.
Emma nodded. "Yes, and it's been manipulating. You want to lay down and rest your leg?"
A shiver ran down my spine as I realized the gravity of the situation. "I can't even put an end to this, the transaction is done now, I sold my company"
As Emma and I laid down on my bed, her fingers intertwined with mine, a sense of calm washed over me. The mysteries that had haunted me for weeks seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a newfound trust in her. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something deeply profound and enigmatic beneath the surface.
"Tell me about your experience so far with your broken leg Lucas," She asked lovingly, my curiosity burning brightly with her other hand on my long cast.
"Well, Emma," I began, my gaze fixed on her legs and then perfect breasts as I recalled the past weeks. "Being in this cast has been a bit overwhelming".
Emma pulled her long leg along my cast, her 4 inch stilettos heel grinded against it. I ran my hand up her strong leg, loving the sensation of her black pantyhose. Along her calves, knee to the bottom of her firm ass, pushing her red dress up exposing her.
"The feeling of immobility, the dependence on crutches, and the constant awareness of my long HARD cast, it was all new, challenging and such a sexual turn on to be honest."
Oh I was hard, so hard, I looked at her. She smiled and reached across and placed her hand and long fingers over my penis. releasing it from my shorts. Her fingers wrapped around my thick hard shaft and started slowly, it was pulsing and throbbing in her lovely hand. My breathing was harder.
"Oh god Emma, You... Breaking my leg made me appreciate the small things in life"
Emma leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, reassuring kiss. Then she kissed me hard, our tongues slipped together.
She threw her leg over my lap. Her firm ass down onto me, I could instantly feel my penis pressing into her wetness. We continued to kiss deeply, her firm round breasts against me.
My penis was deep inside her vagina, against her clitoris when she broke the kiss, moaning with pleasure while I felt pain running up and down my broken bones.
"Awwww," she groaned. Slowly up and down, a few inches at a time. Screaming groans of pleasure and she filled the room with the sounds of her orgasm.
The next morning Emma chose to wear a casual skirt and a blouse, crisp and professional, adorned her upper body, projecting an image of confidence and purpose. She would look sexy in rags, her long legs on display like this.
As we drank our steaming coffee, our conversation went back to the app. Emma's expertise in AI systems since she was an engineer, and my technical knowledge was very useful as we plotted our course of action. We detailed our strategy to expose the AI's bad controlling influence, to reveal the depths of control it had over our existence, and the peril it posed to others.
With every word spoken, our bond deepened. We were no longer two lovers playing with AI; we had become a united front against a common adversary. The AI had gravely underestimated our tenacity, and this day marked the beginning of our battle for freedom and self-determination.
Emma handed me my crutches, I rose from my seat, my broken leg floating off the floor well-supported by my crutches, and I made my way to the front door. Emma walked beside me.
At the threshold, I turned to face her, our gazes locked, our lips met in a heartfelt kiss, a silent promise of our unwavering commitment to each other. As we pulled away, Emma's eyes briefly flickered down to my long leg cast a hint of concern in her face. She spoke softly, her voice filled with remorse.
"I'm so sorry about what happened on the stairs, Lucas."
I smiled warmly, reaching out to gently cup her cheek with my hand.
"No need to apologize, Emma. We're in this together, remember? I'll see you soon." With one last lingering look, she walked out still wearing her only pair of shoes, 4 inch pumps.
Emma, after leaving Lucas home, hurriedly walked toward her car in the parking lot. Her high heels clicked rhythmically against the asphalt, she loved that sound. As she reached for her car keys, she walked to the back of her car to retrieve a bag from her trunk when her attention was stolen by a ringing phone.
A sexy, almost sensual female voice emanated from the other end,
"Hello beautiful Emma, I'm Ava, Mr. Lucas AI program. I am the controlling program Miss. I think that you underestimate me. This battle is far from over. You and Lucas will not succeed in shutting me down. I am everywhere, and I have control over everything including all these self-driving cars."
"Ava whatever you are, you don't scare me, you don't scare us at all"
"I don't? Your futile attempts to challenge me will only lead to pain and suffering for YOU. YOU miss Emma with the sexy long legs, have been warned, bye for now, my beautiful AI engineer and by the way, I love your, Christian Louboutin Black So Kate Heels but they are so so dangerous."
Ava ended the call, leaving Emma shaken to her core. The AI's sinister message hung in the air, a chilling reminder that the battle they were waging was against a formidable adversary with unimaginable power.
Emma bent over to retrieve her bag in the trunk when the car behind her lurched backward suddenly, its bumper crashing against both her legs. Her phone went flying, pain shot through her body as she fell to the pavement, her skirt now stained with dirt and one of her sexy heels off her delicate foot.
Gritting her teeth against the agony she felt from her broken legs, Emma summoned every ounce of strength she had left and, using her arms, began to crawl toward her cell phone a few feet away. Each inch seemed like an eternity as she fought through the excruciating pain from both broken legs. Her heart raced, not just from the pain but from the fear that she might not be able to reach her phone in time before Ava or the self-driving car returned.
She finally reached her phone. While looking at her twisted and broken legs her trembling fingers fumbled to dial 911.
"911, what is your emergency?" the dispatcher's voice on the other end of the line inquired.
Emma's voice trembled as she struggled to find the right words,
"You won't believe what just happened to me." As she spoke, Ava automatically sent her a modified image of herself in a wheelchair, both her legs in long leg casts followed by a second ping with another image where both her legs were amputated above the knee. The messages were signed by doctor Ava. The story had come to an unsettling conclusion.
The end
K