Monday, April 1, 2024
Whispers in the walls part 1
Whispers in the Walls
Part 1
I returned to my penthouse after a day immersed in the world of AI machine learning while working for a large private firm. I kicked off my high heels sandals at the door, removed my skirt and blouse and grabbed my old jeans and a soft t-shirt. Barefoot, I walked around the spacious rooms, my penthouse was perched at the top of my building and it offered a 360 degree panoramic view of my neighbourhood.
As I settle in, my fingers dance over my keyboards in front of a wall of monitors, each screen coming to life, as a window into the lives inside my property. Diana, residing in unit 101, captures my attention first dancing in her studio with the grace of a beautiful ballet dancer. A soft glow of lights illuminates her world as she effortlessly moves through her routines, a beautiful combination of fluidity, precision,strength and oh so sexy.
"M1 zoom in and track her full muscular body" I asked my system and it zoomed in on her beauty and talent. I became captivated by the sheer elegance of all her movements, they were a testament to years of dedication to her craft, each pirouette and extension telling a story of hard work and discipline.
Even if she was working hard at the moment, to me her apartment was transformed into a stage, and I was the silent spectator. I was attracted by the artistry unfolding before me. Her ballet is more than just a dance; it's a love language.
My monitor became my personal theatre to her life, as if I were seated in the front row of a prestigious auditorium. I find myself lost in the poetry of her movements, a willing audience wondering for a second how she would react if she knew I was watching her from the private world to my monitor, 8K resolution, curved panel, top of the line.
At 5 foot 10, Diana possessed a striking presence, her slim frame moving with the fluidity of a seasoned dancer. Beyond her physical beauty, her gentle smile illuminated the room, making her not just a dancer, but so much more to me.
"M1 please zoom in on her legs from her hip down." In these moments, my voyeuristic tendencies are driven not by intrusion but by a genuine appreciation for the beauty that Diana brings into our building. As I watch her lovely long legs this time, I notice something new, a small hesitation in her movements. It's like something is waiting to be unveiled.
Something was wrong.
In the soft glow of the monitor screens, as Diana's ballet unfolded before me, a wave of nostalgia washes over my senses, triggering memories I thought were safely tucked away. I find myself drawn back to a time when I, too, was immersed in the world of grace and power in competitive gymnastics.
But that chapter in my life came to an abrupt halt by the cruel intervention of a motorcycle accident, a pick up truck versus the motorcycle I was a passenger on for the very first time. It was a moment etched in time that shattered not just the bones in my leg but my gymnastics dreams and a woman's life I dearly loved.
The accident left me in the sterile environment of a hospital room. During the initial weeks my left leg was in traction, an uncomfortable treatment that kept me bound to the bed. Later on, as days turned into months, my various leg casts became a constant companion, wrapping my leg like a protective cocoon. All the broken bones in my leg, ankle and knee clearly showed the fragility of dreams and life.
The monotony of hospital walls gave way to incredible entries in my diary, describing each step of the process after being in traction was accompanied by the click of my crutches on cold linoleum floors. The once effortless and graceful movements became a slow and deliberate dance with pain and slow progress.
Through the phases of casts and crutches, I loved the beauty of movement on crutches when in a leg cast, a profound understanding of my new physical limitations imposed by various leg casts and much later on a sexy long brace on my left leg and shattered ankle.
As Diana concluded her ballet practice, I returned to the present moment, one of the monitors, still displaying Diana that was now on the phone and I became a silent witness to her life beyond the dance having a wild and disturbing emotional conversation..
In this interlude, my mind drifted to another facet of my peculiar interests, a very unconventional modern version of Truth or Dare that I've crafted. It's a game that goes beyond the typical party amusement, it's a very unique exploration of players' vulnerabilities. In this 2024 digital rendition, facilitated through a very secure and private platform, participants, including myself, are presented with a series of thought-provoking questions and daring challenges.
As the creator of this unique application, I became both an observer and participant. The participants navigated the challenges and truths, exposing vulnerabilities in a controlled environment. It was through "Truth or Dare" that I hoped to bridge the gap between my voyeuristic tendencies and a genuine desire to understand the intricate lives that unfold within these private units.
"Truth or dare?" The sexy British female voice echoed through my condo, challenging me with a simple yet daring choice. My response, a mischievous smile played on my lips with a swift "dare" while I stared at Diana's long and sexy legs on the monitor.
"OK Sharon, I dare you to stand on the chair with 3-inch heels and jump off. I'm just kidding..."
"I accept the dare"
A surge of excitement coursed through me as I think of the audacious challenge laid before me. It's a dare that alone in my penthouse could be very dangerous. The source of this daring proposal, the mysterious female voice of my Truth or Dare application seems to sense a physical need for an adventure, a possible 6 to 8 weeks adventure it seems.
I wasn't going to do it and yet with a playful glint in my eye, I rose from my seat, slipping into a pair of 3-inch heels pumps. The soft click of my footsteps reverberates through the penthouse as I approach "the" chair. I wasn't going to do it and yet after a momentary pause, a quick steadying of my breath... I climbed on the small chair.
I held my breath as I balanced precariously, my 3-inch heels amplified the thrill of this crazy dare.
"You know better Sharon, don't do it" the soft British voice, but somehow smiling voice of the application said throughout my penthouse
In the suspended moment just before I do the dare, my gaze instinctively returns to the monitor displaying Diana's ballet practice. Her mesmerizing dance resumed, the virtual world of Truth or Dare blended seamlessly with the reality of my penthouse. As I prepare to take the leap, the connection between me and Diana intensified, bridging the gap between the observer and observed.
While finishing another daring pirouette, She was now the observer and I was being observed somehow. Don't ask me how that's possible. During Diana's unexpected distraction looking at me, some would say a twist of fate, her elegant movements took a haunting turn.
"Oh noooo" A gasp escaped my lips as I witnessed the unthinkable, her right ankle buckled beneath her, and the loud and unmistakable sound of bone breaking cut through the air. Time seems to freeze, the rhythm of her training shattered by the harsh reality of a misstep, and of her broken bones.
The high def imagery on the screen took over all the wall of monitors that I have in front of me and it transformed into a scene of unexpected vulnerability in apartment 101. Diana, the once graceful dancer, now clutched her injured right ankle, a clear testament to the fragility of the human bones. The echoes of her pain reverberated through all the 32 speakers spread through my penthouse.
The weight of the moment lingered as I heard her voice, strained and filled with anguish. "God...Not again...My ankle," she utters to herself, her words carrying through the virtual channels of our interconnected lives. The whispering within the walls took on a new urgency, the invisible threads of connection extended beyond the confines of the monitors and speakers.
In this twist of fate my anticipated dare became a secondary concern. The sudden injury of Diana, whose dance I've admired from a distance, pulled me back from the brink of my own daring act, from my own broken limb.
As I swiftly pivoted away from my monitors, I clutched my tablet housing the same virtual program that controls my surveillance. With purposeful strides, I kicked off my high heels, the subtle click against the hardwood floor interrupted by a sudden snap as the stiletto heel of my left shoe broke upon contact with the ground.
"Lucky you," The sensual voice says.
"OMG" While I stop and stare at the broken heel of my sexy shoe, signalling not just a physical transition from voyeuristic observer to active participant but also a symbolic shift in my role within this space. My penthouse, once a sanctuary of curiosity, now felt charged with a newfound sense of connection and responsibility and this was mirrored in the unexpected breaking of my stiletto heel.
To my surprise I didn't go to Sarah's apartment but to my bedroom. The mobile version of my monitors in hand, I settle into my bed and recline against the pillows, spreading my legs apart. On my tablet Diana was now gripping her broken ankle in agony.
She struggled to get comfortable, her efforts slowed by the pain in her broken ankle. She rubbed her lower leg cautiously, focusing on her ankle and the sharp throb of pain radiating from it. But at the same time her other hand slid between her legs, each movement seemed to bring a different kind of comfort, and she couldn't stop to please herself sexually. Her fingers rubbed in circles against her vagina as she searched for some sexual relief.
"M1, zoom in on her broken ankle" I asked while I unbuttoned my jeans, I paused for a moment looking at her broken ankle while I smelled the wetness of my vagina. I slid down my jeans and tore my white silk panties off me.
Whispers in the Walls
Part 2 to come
K
Sunday, March 31, 2024
Saturday, March 30, 2024
Friday, March 29, 2024
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
Thursday, March 28, 2024
Wednesday, March 27, 2024
Adele's Friends.com conclusion
Adele's Friends.com
Conclusion
When Sharon opened the door, I meant Sarah... Melinda stood there with a brand new black short leg cast and crutches. From my voyeuristic point of view I think I saw Sarah touch herself looking at the professor on her crutches and Steve...well you know...3 sexy, very different and injured ladies all on crutches in one room...I will let you guess how he was reacting.
"Professor Melinda, you look absolutely stunning!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes appreciatively scanning the professor. She was wearing a modern slim fit trouser suit in navy blue with a white blouse. Despite her broken foot, cast and crutches she looked sophisticated, confident and so damn sexy.
Melinda, with a gracious smile, responded, "Thank you, Sarah. I thought, since you did break my foot, I'd join the cast party in style." She smiled, leaned over and kissed my friend who was speechless at the moment. I was envious of the professor's slim cast and her choice of footwear, a matching high-heeled shoe on her good foot that added a touch of danger.
"Again I'm so sorry professor and you've truly elevated the cast fashion game."
Steve's eyes moved between us, I was on my crutches with a sprained ankle, Sarah confidently limping on her pink walking cast, showcasing her strong athletic legs, and Melinda, gracefully maneuvering on her crutches with a black non-weight-bearing short leg cast.
He came to me and kissed me, "Quite a gathering," a playful smile on his face.
Sarah and Melinda found a comfortable spot on the couch. Melinda, gracefully lowering herself onto the seat, extended her cast onto Sarah's lap. With a playful smile, she gently rubbed the black cast and exposed toes. "Seriously, how's the foot, Professor?" she asked, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the cast.
"Well, it's in good hands now, isn't it? I got exactly what I requested, thank you"
"You look amazing plus, your black cast will add a touch of mystery during your next lecture about sexual fetishes. Very chic."
The two women shared their experiences and their attraction to each other was evident in the easy banter. As the evening unfolded, from kissing, touching to gathering their crutches and moving to a spare bedroom.
"I'm ready for some fun. Let's go to my bedroom..." I whispered into Steve's ear, leaning in to kiss him passionately. His arms wrapped around me as he pulled me close, our bodies pressed up against each other. We kissed for a long while, our tongues exploring and our bodies moving together in a way that felt so natural and exciting.
As I slowly helped myself up onto my good leg and carefully found my crutches, I could feel Steve's hands wrapping around my hips, supporting me and holding me close. I loved the way his hands felt against me, it was like a reassurance that everything was going to be alright.
I leaned in and kissed Steve, and we passionately locked our lips together, it was such a sensual and erotic moment that my body was trembling. As we made our way into my bedroom, Steve looked at me with such sexual desire. I felt that he was ready to take me to a whole new level of pleasure.
"Look at you, Adele, you are so beautiful on crutches. Do you know how much I want you?"
"Well, I think you've shown me."
Once on my bed he grabbed my hips and gently pulled me up on top of him, our bodies touching in this intimate moment. I could feel his fully erect penis against me while our bodies brushed against each other, creating an electricity that had been building since our first meeting in the elevator. We were both eager to explore each other in a deeper way.
Steve gently unwrapped my sprained ankle and began to caress and massage it, his fingers gently exploring my bruised skin and swelling. I let out a soft moan as his fingers moved over my ankle, my ankles and feet being a sexually sensitive area for me ever since my first fracture years ago.
His gentle touch caused me to tingle all over, my full breasts responding to his touch with pure excitement. After a few minutes of his gentle massage, the swelling increased and stiffness was obvious and pleasurable.
"Please don't stop..."
Steve slowly started to bend my ankle in a very slow and controlled manner, gently moving my ankle in circles. I started rubbing and caressing my breasts, pulling, turning, and twisting my long nipples, the first one and then, the other. It was a very sensuous and sexual experience, as my ankle was being treated like a beautiful work of art, and I was pleasing my breasts and nipples, loving every moment of it.
Steve's tender and gentle touch on my ankle felt like a massage, my body tingling in pleasure and euphoria, the twisting motions of my sprained ankle caused a beautiful and deep sensation of pleasure throughout my entire body. It was an incredible feeling and I just wanted to let this moment last forever.
He continued to work his hands over my sprained ankle, his twisting causing me to feel an incredible sensation of pleasure throughout my whole body. It was almost too much to bear, but in a good way.
Next I released his penis, it was at full size and so hard, my perfectly manicured hands started to stroke his cock slowly. I could feel my injured ankle and I just wanted to close my eyes and let him keep doing it for as long as he wanted. It was pure bliss.
But I began to lick and suck as I played with his penis in my hand. I looked at Steve to see his reaction when he felt my warm tongue come into contact with his penis, licking the dripping precum.
"I'm going to keep working on your ankle. I want you to feel as good as you can while injured." He moaned but he was losing control.
"Mmm, yes..., I'm loving this. Please don't stop, it feels so good."
I leaned over him and went back to sucking his penis. It felt so good to have it slide in and out of my lips and mouth. At the same time he sexually attacked my injured ankle again with his long fingers.
My moans sent vibrations on his penis and I could hear him moan every time I did.
"I...I just have one question for you, Adele" he quietly moaned, working his hands over my ankle.
I looked up, my eyes glowing with sexual lust. "What is it?"
"What color of cast do you want for your ankle?"
"I don't need one, it's really just a sprain"
"I know but...You'll need one after what I plan to do to you now."
The air between them seems to sizzle, as I gasp at Steve's boldness and the idea of what he has in store for me...He came all over my mouth while my orgasm rocked my body until my ankle...
The end
K
Monday, March 18, 2024
Adele's Friends.com chapter 11
Adele's Friends.com
Chapter 11
As the evening approached, I carefully selected a chic cocktail dress that complemented the atmosphere and the mood I was in after 2 successful events. The dress was a stunning midnight blue with a touch of sophistication, Its gentle fabric followed the contours of my body, creating an elegant look for the occasion.
With a sense of flair, I paired the dress with a single, stylish high heel shoe on my good foot, a classic Louboutin 3 inch heel pump that added a hint of...that's how I injured my other ankle vibe.
My sprained ankle was supported by ace bandages under my pantyhose, it served as a subtle reminder of what I'm willing to do for my clients and friends at Adele's Friends .com. Despite the wonderful temporary challenge, being on crutches for a medical reason added a touch of resilience to my overall look.
Standing on crutches in my living room, the soft glow of lights created a warm ambiance, I eagerly awaited the arrival of my guests. The cocktail dress, the stylish shoe, and the ace bandages created the perfect visual for what we stood for and it was going to be a real nice surprise for Steve.
As the doorbell chimed, signalling the arrival of the first guest, I made my way slowly to the front door on my crutches. The soft rustle of the cocktail dress and the gentle tap of the high heel on my good foot created a rhythm of sensual anticipation and I approached the door with a welcoming smile.
Steve, my first invitee to arrive, stood on the threshold, his eyes lighting up as he caught sight of me, my injured ankle and crutches. He leaned in and placed a tender kiss on my cheek, "Adele, you look stunning".
I reciprocated with a grateful smile, "Thank you, Steve. It's so good to see you." The exchange of pleasantries continued as we embraced in a friendly hug. Steve's gaze lingered on the cocktail dress, the elegant shoe, and the subtle ace bandages, an ensemble that hinted at the tales from Adele's Friends .com.
Before parting from the embrace, Steve's lips met mine in a soft and lingering kiss. "I've been looking forward to this," he whispered, his eyes deep into mine.
Then I moved back and Steve's gaze lingered on my legs, his eyes curiously tracing the line of the cocktail dress and, inevitably, descending to my injured ankle wrapped in ace bandages. I could tell how much he would have loved to apply a cast to my leg right at the moment.
"What happened to your ankle?" As his eyes focused on the delicate wrapping.|
I chuckled lightly, creating an air of mystery, "The public version is just a minor sprain. Just a little misstep, nothing too dramatic." I shifted my weight onto the crutches, lifted my injured ankle giving him a perfect look of it.
"But don't let it distract you from the evening. You know me Steve. I enjoy creating memorable moments ... .I might even let you apply a cast to my poor leg" I said smiling.
Steve nodded, smiling. "Certainly, let's make it a night to remember," he responded, his eyes holding a glimmer of lust like I saw in the elevator some weeks ago.
Like they say on tv...I was saved by the bell...as the doorbell chimed, announcing the arrival of the next guest, I made my way to open the door with a smile. There stood Sarah, gracefully navigating on her crutches, showcasing her stunning pink walking cast. She was dressed to accentuate both the cast and her athletic legs, drawing attention to the unique combination of strength and vulnerability.
Sarah's outfit included a knee-length skirt that swayed with each movement, highlighting the femininity of her legs and curves. She paired it with a fashionable top that added a touch of sophistication to the overall look. A single stylish shoe on her uncasted foot, completed the ensemble with flair.
"Sarah, you look absolutely fabulous!" I exclaimed, welcoming her with a warm smile.
"Thank you and look at you on those crutches," Sarah replied with a smile. I leaned down and kissed Sarah, her lips meeting mine with a passionate and long kiss. It was a deep and intense moment of closeness and connection, leaving both of us feeling utterly excited and aroused.
"Steve, this is Sarah. She's been an integral part of our exciting endeavors,"
"Sarah, meet Steve, a wonderful friend and a connoisseur of unforgettable experiences, like you know he was our first client." As they exchanged greetings, the room was filled with an air of sexual anticipation, blending the elegance of Sarah's presence with the intrigue sparked by Steve's inquisitive gaze at her walking cast and the pink sock that protected her toes.
She was very graceful in her movements on her crutches with a partial weight bearing on the heel of her walking cast from time to time. Watching the interaction between Sarah and Steve placed a knowing smile on my lips from Sarah's sexiness and Steve's distinct charm.
"I must say, Sarah, that cast of yours is absolutely perfect. How did you break it?" he inquired, his eyes flickering between the cast and Sarah's athletic body and legs. She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath and gathering her mental images of what she was about to say.
"Well, you see... I broke my ankle not too long ago. You know about the relationship I had with Adele before, we were a couple"
"Oh really, I didn't know"
"Yes, the next day after you had sex with my girlfriend in that elevator, well my ex-gf, we ended up having kind of a... intimate sexual bondage evening together, and during that play... I broke my ankle."
"Wow, really?!"
"Yes, it was intense. I actually broke my ankle in two places from the position Adele had me in, it was quite intense sexually. I had an orgasm while tied and broken"
"That's one crazy hot broken ankle..." He said unable to stop staring at her. Sarah was so good at this.
The doorbell chimed once more as the two had been having their intimate moment. Sarah took a pause and made sure to rub against Steve's erected penis as she was limping on her crutches and the heel of her walking cast towards the door. She made sure to move her hip playfully and casually making sure he was looking at her.
"I'll get that," Sarah said, her gaze on Steve's eyes as she made sure to make eye contact.
I was watching them while leaning on my crutches, knee bent and my injured limb off the hardwood floor. It reminded me of the movie Sliver looking at those 2, but reversed roles where Sharon Stone would be the sexy modern voyeur. Maybe I could be the voyeur... but that's for another steamy story...
When Sharon opened the door, I meant Sarah...She...
Adele's Friends.com
Conclusion to come
K