Sex Show Stories

This is my story. If you’re looking for a romantic novel, you won’t find it here. This is not a happily ever after, fairytale either, though in my eyes it started out that way. Like all stories it has a beginning with a few happy moments of young love. Yet, the happiness, the innocence quickly fades away and uncovers the true horror that one is too blind to see, until the rose colored glasses are removed. Then the truth is revealed.

It’s a nightmare. A dream you can’t wake up from or if you’re able to wake up, it continues as soon as your eyes close again. You want to erase it from your memory, the haunting images, flashbacks and unforgettable words, yet they never go away. They replay over and over. Always right there, lurking in your subconscious. Yet, as strange as it may seem, most days you’re glad to be reminded to avoid from making the same mistake over again. It becomes a cross you gladly bare for all eternity.

I’ve many regrets remembering back over the past months. It’s too late to amend them. The mistakes I have made are hard to live with but live with them, I must and have no one to blame. However, if I were granted one wish, I would wish that I never met Joshua Fallon but dreams and wishes don’t come true. My only hope now is in the future, the ending of the story, which is soon to be reveled.

I’m standing, dazed with my mind foggy and unable to comprehend anything happening around me. Numbness and dizziness take over my body. I’m waiting on the side of the stage, out of view behind the curtain. I can hear the announcer begin his speech but his words are blurred along with the remarks occasionally heard from the excited audience, also waiting but not in fear like myself. I can hear my own heart beating loudly as I waited. Was there a way for me to escape this horror I was being forced to face?

Josh and Todd dressed me in the tight, short, red sequenced dress that ended two inches above my black thigh high stockings, tucked inside my five inch black heels. I took three long breaths, trying to relax my nerves and wiped my sweating palms on the rough texture of the uncomfortable dress.

I glanced over at Josh, my husband and Master, to whom I belonged. Would he actually sell my virginity to a complete stranger, to the highest bidder? His cold uncaring eyes returned my stare. I swallowed as I realized, he would.

Josh forced me to watch the women on the stage before me, taking pleasure in my face expressions, frustration and horror of disbelief. I couldn’t save those women I was forced to watch. I desperately wanted to save them, to rescue them but I was included as part of the audience. Forced to silence and to observe. I was helpless and could only watch as Josh instructed of me. What could have I done? Nothing!

So standing here now, in the same place on stage, I know there’s no knight in shining armor coming to rescue me. No one to save me from this deflowering; my time has come.

I met Joshua Fallon at a church social the fall of my senior year in high school. I had been dreading the social for months, but I knew I couldn’t go against my parent’s wishes. I was practically raised in church. Even when I was sick, it seemed I’d still have to go. The best place to be when you’re sick, my father would say. Yet, as I sat there Sunday after Sunday, my thoughts would wonder so far away, not one word entered my young ears.

As I expected, the social was turning into another boring event in my meaningless life. I went to the refreshment table to get some punch and cookies to ease my boredom. When I turned around, there was Josh looking me straight in the eye. I was so astonished; I spilled the red punch I was holding all down the front of my lace covered white formal. Before I even had time to gasp at what I had done, Josh picked up a napkin from the table and began rubbing my breasts. Only a few red drops were visible there, most of the punch was waist or lower and he didn’t bother to wipe those areas.

I didn’t try to stop him from touching me. Didn’t get mad or even back away from him. I just stood there hypnotized looking him straight in the eye. I could feel an excitement building inside me for the first time. I instantly realized he was different from anyone I had ever met. There was a mystical power about him that made my knees tremble and my heart pound much faster than I’ve ever felt it before. I couldn’t speak; remembering to breath was hard enough. My body responded to his touch. My nipples pointed outward begging his fingertips to touch them again even through the cloth of my dress. I would have stripped the stained dress from my body then and there, in front of everyone, if he had asked it of me. Instead, he took the half empty glass out of my hand and refilled it.

“Lets go out side and get some fresh air. That way no one will see the little mishap on your dress.” Josh teased without giving me a choice. He put his arm around my shoulders, guiding me out the door and kept the punch glass in his left hand, not trusting me to hold it again.

Once outside, I learnt Josh was in town visiting his Aunt Susan, a church member, for a few months. He lived in Maryland and had his own log cabin home, which sat on twenty wooded acres of land, right beside the Chesapeake Bay. He just graduated from college and was taking the summer off before settling down to work full-time in his uncles financial company, which he gave little details about. Not that I minded, I was just enjoying looking into his bright blue eyes as he spoke.

Josh was about six feet tall with broad shoulders, the most attractive body I’d ever seen. He had blond hair and gorgeous dimples when he smiled. I was wondering why he was talking with me, a plain, not going anywhere, eighteen year old, so sheltered from the world. I didn’t understand why an older man would be interested in me. The more he spoke, the more Josh completely fascinated me. I loved listening to him talk, and I guess that is all I was doing, listening.

“You’re extremely quiet, Sarah. It’s your turn to tell me about yourself.” Josh said.

“There’s not really much to tell,” I began, shyly. “I’m on my last year of high school, and still unsure of what I want to do with my life, which frustrates my parents to no end. I don’t really have much interest in any one thing. How should I know what I want to do when I haven’t experienced anything yet?” I asked him.

Josh sensed my frustrations and wanting to change the mood, leaned over and kissed me. It was the longest, warmest kiss, I have ever experienced. I couldn’t pull away from him as I did most of the guys at school. For some reason, I discovered I really was waiting for him to kiss me since the moment we met. His hands were holding my checks, tilting my head back just slightly. It was a tight, firm grip that made me melt like butter in his hands. I knew that moment I had fallen in love with him.

We spent a lot of time together, many deep passionate kisses and caresses but he always stopped short of taking me. I dreamed about Josh and I making love. I knew I was ready to give myself to him completely. It would be so special and sweet, so perfect. I wondered if he knew I was still a virgin, a very rare thing now days. At school almost all of the girls were sexually active. I didn’t know for sure why I always said no to the guys I dated. Maybe because I knew if my father ever found out, he would literally kill me. I had never been strong enough to go against my father’s wishes. He had a way of putting fear into me and though he never did anything to hurt me physically, I did fear him. I couldn’t wait for the day when I could leave home and be free from his firm hand of control.

As the fall season grew closer, Josh and I both realized how hard it was going to be to say good-bye. We kept avoiding the subject of our separation, until our last night together. Friday night after a wonderful dinner, we went for a drive in the country. Josh stopped the car, pulled out a huge 3-caret diamond engagement ring and asked me to marry him. I couldn’t believe the size of the ring or the words I heard him speak to me, in the softest voice he had ever used. I could hardly believe this was really happening to me. I had to pinch my hand to make sure I was awake and not having a wonderful dream. I was so happy! I was in love with him.

“Of course I will marry you,” I answered excitedly. I hugged him tightly and kissed him.

Josh wanted to get married right away, the weekend if we could arrange. He had to go back to Maryland and wanted to take me with him. The thought of him leaving me behind was something he couldn’t bare to do! I couldn’t wait to go home and tell my parents the great news. I finally knew what I wanted to be Mrs. Joshua Fallon. Oh, how I loved the sound of that.

The drive back to my home on Vine Street, where I lived with my parents, seemed to take forever. Finally, we pulled into the driveway and I practically ran out of the car, grabbed Josh’s hand and raced into the house.

My excitement soon changed to tears. My parent weren’t as excited as I expected they would be. In fact, they were down right against the idea. My father wanted me to finish high school and perhaps go to college first before settling down. He questioned if I was pregnant and I felt my cheeks redden in outrage.

“Father, how could you ask that? Of course not,” I shouted.

“What’s the rush then, Sarah? If you’re love is true, it will last a few years and you can get to know each other better,” he argued. “You are just too young, and I won’t allow it! That’s the end of the conversation, now go to your room this instant. I will see Josh out!”

There was so much I wanted to say to Josh, but I didn’t because I couldn’t form any words. With tears streaming down my face, I looked at my father and then Josh. I could see Josh was hurt and angry. Without saying a word, I turned around and ran up the step to my bedroom and slammed the door.

I was awake in my bed for hours that night, looking down at my beautiful engagement ring. Wondering what my father said to Josh on his way out. Wondering if Josh left for Maryland, and if I would ever see him again. I knew I had to get the answers to my questions. I didn’t get Josh’s full address or even his phone number in Maryland. The only way to get the answers I needed would be to visit his Aunt Susan or perhaps sneak a chance to speak to her after church on Sunday. Oh, how could my father do this to me, how unfair it is?

My mother had tried to comfort me, but what could she say. My heart was broken and the pain was so sharp, nothing she could say would change things, Josh and I were apart. My parents just didn’t understand us. They didn’t know how deep our love was and what we meant to each other.

Finally, I stopped crying long enough to fall asleep.

Saturday finally turned into Sunday. I have never been more excited to go to church in my life. I tried my best to hide my excitement from my parents. After the service, I found my chance. Josh’s Aunt Susan went down the hall and headed for the basement. I pretended to be going to the ladies room down the hall but made a quick turn down the basement steps. Halfway down the stairs, Susan stood grinning at me. She handed me an envelope and without saying a word, turned and went back upstairs. I knew I didn’t have time to read it, so I put it in my purse. After waiting a few moments, I went up the steps and out the door to our car. I opened the envelope from Josh as fast as I could without ripping it and read it.

My Dearest Sarah,

Do not cry and be sad, you will be my wife. I love you more than you can imagine and we will be together forever. You belong to me and I always get what I want. See you soon.

Love Josh.

Also enclosed he gave me his address for me to write and a phone number for me to call when I could. The letter made me smile; we can at least keep in touch now, I thought as I hid the letter inside my purse once again.

School began and kept me busy so my mind was off of missing Josh so much. I had written him so many letters but always ended up throwing them away. What could I write to make up for my parents actions? I had hoped he would write me first but if he did write, would my parents give me the letter? I longed to hear his voice but I knew I couldn’t call long distance; my father would skin me alive!

My friends at school couldn’t believe I was engaged. I didn’t have a picture of Josh, so I explained him in detail the best I could. I would have to write him later and ask for a picture, I thought. Not only to show all of my friends, but for me, to comfort me and keep me from feeling alone. Just finish the school year, I kept telling myself, then I will graduate and become Mrs. Joshua Fallon if I want too! Forget about college!

It was on a Thursday, end of September, in fourth period when they called my name over the loud speaker to report to the Principal’s office at school. I walked slowly down the hall wondering what I had done wrong to be called to the office. I opened the door and saw the principal, a few teachers standing around and a Sheriff Deputy. They all looked up with such concerned and fearful faces when I entered the office. The Sheriff asked me if I was Sarah Taylor that lived on Vine Street.

“Yes,” I replied confused.

“Come over here and have a seat,” he said calmly. I sat down, my mind racing and full of questions.

“I’m sorry to inform you, Miss Taylor, there’s been an accident at your residence. There was a gas leak at your house this morning and an explosion. I regret to tell you that both your parents were inside. Is there someone I can call for you, somewhere you can stay?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I felt totally numb all over. This couldn’t be happening to me. I don’t understand any of this. “You are wrong, it’s not true,” I yelled at the top of my lungs through my tears.

I don’t really remember a lot of details, exactly how things transpired. I was in shock and would never see my parents again. I didn’t get to make up with them. My nearest family was Aunt Jane. She was a divorced, quiet person, not extremely close to my mother, who lived about fifty minutes away from where our house use to stand on Vine Street. I’d been to her house when I was younger on a few occasions, but since I’ve grown, I preferred to stay home and enjoy the freedom of having the whole house to myself. Aunt Jane was notified and on her way to pick me up at school. Even thought I was eighteen, I had no home to go to. I lost everything.

I stayed in the office to wait for Aunt Jane to pick me up. I asked to use the office phone, which the secretary would have allowed me to do anything I wanted because they felt sorry for me. I called long distance the number that Josh had given me, for the first time. I held my breath hoping he would answer and not some dumb answering machine. After the second ring, I heard a most needed familiar voice say, “Hello!”

Half crying, I did my best to calmly tell him the terrible news. “Please come Josh, I need you.” I begged. I gave him directions to my Aunt Jane’s house and he promised to be there as soon as he could.

Aunt Jane arrived at school to take me back to her house. I asked her to drive past Vine Street, but she thought it wouldn’t be a good idea at this time. We stopped by a store on the way out of town, for me to pick up a few things, Aunt Jane thought I would need. I remembered that Aunt Jane had a three- bedroom house. I was glad to have a room to myself because I needed some time alone. I wished Josh could hurry up; I needed him.

Aunt Jane and I were left with all of the arrangements, since I was the only child. Aunt Jane tried to talk about what needed done and I did my best to listen, even thought I felt as if the world had just stopped. Aunt Jane fixed me and cup of tea and I retired for the night. I didn’t think I would be able to sleep but I must have.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of laughter, feeling light headed and thirsty. Aunt Jane and Josh were talking as if they’d known each other forever. As I walked into the room, they both looked up and immediately turned their attention to me. I was grateful to Josh for being able to drop everything and come to me. It was great to see him again, how I had missed him. I was afraid he would blame me or be mad at me for how my parents treated him. He hugged and comforted me and made me feel better instantly. I didn’t feel alone any longer and knew he would help me through this rough time in my life.

I learnt arrangements were in the works not only for the funerals, not that there was much left of my parents but also for my wedding. Josh was able to convince my Aunt Jane that it would be best if we were married, we were already engaged anyway. I agreed, though I thought it slightly strange in timing, and my head was pounding and the room spinning slowly. I was still in shock with so much happening to me. Josh wanted to take care of me and right now, I needed that more than I ever. How I had missed him!

Josh and I were pronounced ‘Man & Wife’ the next day in my Aunt Jane’s living room, just the three of us in attendance. Wearing jeans and tee shirts, not the perfect wedding I had pictured most of my life, but Josh said we would have a proper wedding some day. Under these terrible circumstances, this was the best we could do. No honeymoon was planned, we both agreed wait until we arrived in Maryland at Josh’s house. Our house now, I thought, realizing again my family memories at Vine Street were all I had left, memories. I will have to start a new life now as Mrs. Joshua Fallon, that’s me now! My first happy thought, I even smiled.

A week later with the funeral over, life insurance claim paperwork settled and insurance inspector processing the claim from the house insurance and its contents, Josh and I said good-bye to Aunt Jane. She promised to keep on top of the insurance claim and keep us posted about the clean up and selling of the vacant land on Vine Street.

Josh and I left for Maryland, to start our new life together. It was a lot harder for me to leave than I had expected. I’m not sure why. There was nothing left for me here. I would make new friends in Maryland, and finish school; my father would be pleased with me for that. Maybe even find a nice college to attend in Maryland, I thought.

It was about a nine hour drive to Maryland, my soon to be new home. A fresh start, in a new state, that is what I needed. I ended up sleeping the last of the journey, rest I guess I really needed.

“Wake up Sarah, we’re here,” Josh said.

I wished Josh awoke me sooner so I could have seen how we arrived. I’d have to learn the roads if I wanted to drive anywhere. Oh well, plenty of time for that I thought, as we turned off of a country gravel road onto what I guessed would be his long drive way.

There was an old stonewall about eight feet tall as far as I could tell around the property. Josh pulled a remote from the visor and pushed a button on it that opened a black cast iron gate. It then closed behind us after we drove in. It reminded me of an old southern plantation. Soft green grass with big old oak trees providing shade yet just starting to loose some of the leaves. I thought how beautiful it would be when all of the leaves turn colors. It was a long winding gravel driveway. I saw a small cottage off to the left side

“Is that it,” I asked?

“No,” Josh said laughing, “that’s where the groundskeeper & pool man, Reggie lives.” Josh answered.

“You have a pool, Josh?” I asked.

“Yes, we do, and a hot tub,” Josh said. “You will met Reggie later once your settled.”

I wondered what Josh did to have such a nice place to live. I never pictured it so beautiful. The driveway curved shortly passed the small cottage and became more like a county road in a forest. There it was, in the middle of the property, wedged in a small clearing, the log cabin. It had a covered porch that ran along the whole front and the right side clear to the back corner of the cabin and a garage. I found it odd though, from what I could see, there was only one window and it was way up high in the second story. The cabin did have many large skylights in the roof in order to let sunlight inside.