The Transformation
Marc was rushing up the stair to his apartment. He was nearly forty now, and if not a fitness freak he was quite health consciousness and managed to stay in pretty good shape.
He was tall and well balanced, with short and dense silver hair which were quite successful among women.
Actually Marc was a very attractive middle age guy. Women…a tricky subject for Marc. Of course he had, like anybody else, his amount of « lifetime love » and numerous affairs but at nearly forty he was alone and was still waiting for his soul mate.
He was too demanding, he knew that. But he had a passion. A passion which was most of the time not understood, sometimes tolerated but never shared.
When Marc reached his floor his eyes widened in stupefaction : his door is wide open, broken, there is no doubt he had been burglared.
He rushed into his flat and became even more astonished when he realized that his place was in perfect order, with nothing broken…It seems like the burglar didn’t even search for something to rob…Marc was working at the National Natural History Museum of Paris, he had a passion with art and history and was the proud owner of numerous pieces of art. Some of them had a important financial, value, other were just souvenirs but all were precious to him. And they were still there.
One only thing was missing : his computer. Why did the burglar neglected the numerous pieces of art and took his computer, which was an old one and with nothing really valuable in it ? Marc was not working in a strategic industry and didn’t have any classified files in his hard drive.
He was still bothered by one thing…he had a special file dedicated to his passion. Not exactly a diary but pictures, drawings, writings about his fantasies and experience.
Tickling…his great passion since childhood. He was unable to explain it, but it became more and more strong and precise as time went on.
He was especially attracted by tickling as a way of torturing, the most frightening one to him.
A drawing or a picture of a woman tied to a rack or a torture table, screaming and giggling under the fingers of sadistic tormentors, was a huge turn on for him.
He often tried to live his tickling fantasies with his girlfriends but he never could really get satisfied.
He went to the police, even if he knew that he will probably never see his computer again, and soon forgot the incident.
Until one day…
Avec mes remerciements à Spendius pour la traduction...
Marc was rushing up the stair to his apartment. He was nearly forty now, and if not a fitness freak he was quite health consciousness and managed to stay in pretty good shape.
He was tall and well balanced, with short and dense silver hair which were quite successful among women.
Actually Marc was a very attractive middle age guy. Women…a tricky subject for Marc. Of course he had, like anybody else, his amount of « lifetime love » and numerous affairs but at nearly forty he was alone and was still waiting for his soul mate.
He was too demanding, he knew that. But he had a passion. A passion which was most of the time not understood, sometimes tolerated but never shared.
When Marc reached his floor his eyes widened in stupefaction : his door is wide open, broken, there is no doubt he had been burglared.
He rushed into his flat and became even more astonished when he realized that his place was in perfect order, with nothing broken…It seems like the burglar didn’t even search for something to rob…Marc was working at the National Natural History Museum of Paris, he had a passion with art and history and was the proud owner of numerous pieces of art. Some of them had a important financial, value, other were just souvenirs but all were precious to him. And they were still there.
One only thing was missing : his computer. Why did the burglar neglected the numerous pieces of art and took his computer, which was an old one and with nothing really valuable in it ? Marc was not working in a strategic industry and didn’t have any classified files in his hard drive.
He was still bothered by one thing…he had a special file dedicated to his passion. Not exactly a diary but pictures, drawings, writings about his fantasies and experience.
Tickling…his great passion since childhood. He was unable to explain it, but it became more and more strong and precise as time went on.
He was especially attracted by tickling as a way of torturing, the most frightening one to him.
A drawing or a picture of a woman tied to a rack or a torture table, screaming and giggling under the fingers of sadistic tormentors, was a huge turn on for him.
He often tried to live his tickling fantasies with his girlfriends but he never could really get satisfied.
He went to the police, even if he knew that he will probably never see his computer again, and soon forgot the incident.
Until one day…
Avec mes remerciements à Spendius pour la traduction...
