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It's finally here! I am so proud to share my new book with my fans! It is called I Dream Of Gina! Here is a plot description and a few excerpts!
Her name was Georgina Wilkins. And in the neighborhood where Sarah, Colin, Blake, Lexi, and James grew up... she was everybody's favorite babysitter. She had always had a way with her charges, getting to know each of them very well and often helping them in their preteen endeavors...
Years later, the gang has been brought back together by tragedy. Georgina Wilkins has died.
But that doesn't mean any of them have seen the last of her.
Silly childhood games become new nightmares as the five friends are set upon in their dreams by their former babysitter in a tale full of fantasy, betrayal, and tons of playful, sexy, tickle torture.
A woman entered the room. She wore a light blue, satin robe. And a cloth, foreign looking veil that covered her face from the bridge of her nose on down. He could see her dark brown, curly hair. And he could see her eyes. Her lovely brown eyes. There was something familiar about them. Like he hadn’t seen them in years.
She had large breasts and was noticeably plump under her robe. He guessed maybe 230 pounds of so.
“Well, hello there, Sheriff.” Her eyes may have hinted at her identity but it was her voice that was unmistakable. She had a British accent. Yorkshire. And her voice was calm, soothing, and airy… with an ever present hint of flirtation. Just as he remembered it.
“Gina?” James addressed her as she slowly walked over to him. “What are you doing here?”
“These are bigger than the last time I saw them.” She said as she tapped a fingertip against the top of the big toe of his left foot. The foot flinched nervously upon contact. She removed the veil and he saw her face again for the first time in years. She appeared to be in her early thirties now. She was strikingly beautiful and still wore the same tight little smirk that he had rarely ever seen her without. But the last time he had seen her, she had been 17 or 18 years old. She noticed the flinch. “Do you think toes have memories? Are they still scared of me?” She asked.
“No. I… I don’t.”
“You’re lying.” Gina’s disappointed sigh stole her smirk away, but only for a moment. “You always had a problem with lying, though. Didn’t you? It was one of the things your parents warned me about before we met and you and I both know that hasn’t changed.” James watched anxiously as reflections of the past played across her face. “But I’m sure that you remember what I taught you about liars, yes?”
James didn’t give her a response. Not an audible one at least. And that was fine. She didn’t need one. And she made that clear once she began to peel the grey, wool sock off of his left foot.
“Liars laugh.”
Lexi jolted in her chair. She wasn’t sitting in her bedroom anymore. Instead, she was sitting in a large clothing outlet fitting room that had light pink paint on the walls, floor, and ceiling. She was still topless when an Asian woman wearing a store uniform walked in carrying a small plastic bag.
“How is everything fitting, Miss Heller?”
“Fitting? I don’t…” Lexi had no idea what was happening. She felt weak as a kitten as the woman came to her and pulled some pink ropes from her bag. The woman lifted Lexi’s arms above her head and ran the rope down the back of Lexi’s gaming chair till she reached Lexi’s ankles, which she also secured. Lexi couldn’t move. And here she was, tied up and topless. The woman then took out a thin feather boa. “Let’s measure you first, so we can get a good idea, okay?” The boa was draped over Lexi, the feathers finding and gliding against her nipples as the woman lightly tugged the boa this way and that, from side to side.
“Hehehe hey now. That tickles hahaha…”
“Oh, so sorry.” The Asian woman smiled. “Almost done.” A few more delicate adjustments later, and Lexi’s nipples were as hard as pebbles. And the smile was still on her face when another woman entered the room. One who Lexi had no trouble recognizing. Even in her smart suit and glasses, her nametag gave the game away as it read: Georgina W.
“Gina?”
“Hello, Alexandra. Or is it really just Lexi now?”
“It’s Lexi.”
“Well, either way, it’s great to see you again. I always knew you would… grow into yourself.” Gina nodded towards Lexi’s naked chest.
“You’re looking pretty foxy yourself.” Lexi tried to play it cool even thought she couldn’t have been more confounded by her current situation. “Your thirties look good on you.”
“Aww, thank you.” Gina walked over and turned to stand behind Lexi’s chair, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “But I’m a little disappointed in you. You were such a fun and sassy little girl, but look at you now. No self respect. No morals. Just another grifter cruising through life on the backs of those she considers to be beneath her.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lexi said adamantly.
“Yes, you do.” Gina’s voice grew dark before returning to her normal, pleasant tone. “But that’s okay. We’re together again at last. That’s what matters. And we are going to find the perfect bra for you. Doesn’t that sound like fun? Just like when you were… oh, was it 10 or 11? Somewhere around there? Now, what were her measurements, Hikari?”
“I’m happy for you. All things considered.” Gina said in an abrupt shift in tone to him as she circled the bench, her eyes gazing somewhat lustfully over his toned form. “You really kept up your regimen all of these years and now look at you! Of course, I remember when you were just my chubby little mimic.”
Mimic. He remembered that word all too well. She drew her finger along his skin again. This time it was from one bottom rib to the other, passing an inch or so above his navel. He bit his lip again, knowing that there wasn’t any way that she didn’t notice such attempts at control.
“You look good enough to eat. But to be honest… I kinda liked you the way you were.” She smiled at him as he felt a tingling in his belly. He looked down in shock to see his stomach fill and expand. His sturdy pectoral muscles went flabby and his nipples became puffy. His belly ballooned out until he had easily gained dozens of pounds between his neck and his waist.
“Oh yes… there’s the Blakey I remember. All that skin stretched so thin.” Georgina Wilkins kind of cheered the last sentence. She sat in the stool she had pulled up and brought her nails to the top of his tummy and slowly but softly dragged them down to his pantline.
“Hehehehehehehehehe…”
“That’s right. You were always so ticklish on this big ole belly.” She picked random spots to splay her nails in and out over, keeping the giggles pouring out of him. “Here, there, and everywhere. Allllll over da wobbly tummers. Tickle tickle tickle, Blakey.”
“Gihihihihinaaaa stohohohohohop!”
“Oh no! We’re not even close to the big finale. We’re still getting reacquainted, my little mimic.” She told him as her fingernails passed over tickle spot after tickle spot. Around his navel, near his sides, and down just above his groin were the most ticklish. But she already knew that from all of those years ago. Still, even now she was eyeing his chubby belly with all the interest of a butcher outlining sections of a cow on a chart and taking note of locations for the different cuts of meat. Only instead of shanks, chuck, and flank… she was seeing the varying degrees of ticklishness that her fingernails could exploit. This spot was good for twitches. This one was good for yelps. Yet another was a treasure chest for pleading. And then others still would bring music to her ears simply by way of mirthful giggles.
She knew them all. And she knew how to play them.
FANTASTICAL AND DREAMLIKE SCENARIOS!
F/F ARMPIT TICKLES!
F/F BREAST TICKLES!
F/M FOOT TICKLES!
F/M STOMACH TICKLES!
F/M GENITAL TICKLES!
PLAYFUL TEASING AND TICKLE TALK!
SCENES OF RESISTANCE!
I also broke one of my primary rules and based my tickler off of a popular busty model. I won't say who it is on here, but eagle eyed readers will likely put it together.
GET YOUR COPY NOW AT https://www.lulu.com/shop/shellie-f...2d2z.html?q=I+dream+of+Gina&page=1&pageSize=4
Her name was Georgina Wilkins. And in the neighborhood where Sarah, Colin, Blake, Lexi, and James grew up... she was everybody's favorite babysitter. She had always had a way with her charges, getting to know each of them very well and often helping them in their preteen endeavors...
Years later, the gang has been brought back together by tragedy. Georgina Wilkins has died.
But that doesn't mean any of them have seen the last of her.
Silly childhood games become new nightmares as the five friends are set upon in their dreams by their former babysitter in a tale full of fantasy, betrayal, and tons of playful, sexy, tickle torture.
A woman entered the room. She wore a light blue, satin robe. And a cloth, foreign looking veil that covered her face from the bridge of her nose on down. He could see her dark brown, curly hair. And he could see her eyes. Her lovely brown eyes. There was something familiar about them. Like he hadn’t seen them in years.
She had large breasts and was noticeably plump under her robe. He guessed maybe 230 pounds of so.
“Well, hello there, Sheriff.” Her eyes may have hinted at her identity but it was her voice that was unmistakable. She had a British accent. Yorkshire. And her voice was calm, soothing, and airy… with an ever present hint of flirtation. Just as he remembered it.
“Gina?” James addressed her as she slowly walked over to him. “What are you doing here?”
“These are bigger than the last time I saw them.” She said as she tapped a fingertip against the top of the big toe of his left foot. The foot flinched nervously upon contact. She removed the veil and he saw her face again for the first time in years. She appeared to be in her early thirties now. She was strikingly beautiful and still wore the same tight little smirk that he had rarely ever seen her without. But the last time he had seen her, she had been 17 or 18 years old. She noticed the flinch. “Do you think toes have memories? Are they still scared of me?” She asked.
“No. I… I don’t.”
“You’re lying.” Gina’s disappointed sigh stole her smirk away, but only for a moment. “You always had a problem with lying, though. Didn’t you? It was one of the things your parents warned me about before we met and you and I both know that hasn’t changed.” James watched anxiously as reflections of the past played across her face. “But I’m sure that you remember what I taught you about liars, yes?”
James didn’t give her a response. Not an audible one at least. And that was fine. She didn’t need one. And she made that clear once she began to peel the grey, wool sock off of his left foot.
“Liars laugh.”
Lexi jolted in her chair. She wasn’t sitting in her bedroom anymore. Instead, she was sitting in a large clothing outlet fitting room that had light pink paint on the walls, floor, and ceiling. She was still topless when an Asian woman wearing a store uniform walked in carrying a small plastic bag.
“How is everything fitting, Miss Heller?”
“Fitting? I don’t…” Lexi had no idea what was happening. She felt weak as a kitten as the woman came to her and pulled some pink ropes from her bag. The woman lifted Lexi’s arms above her head and ran the rope down the back of Lexi’s gaming chair till she reached Lexi’s ankles, which she also secured. Lexi couldn’t move. And here she was, tied up and topless. The woman then took out a thin feather boa. “Let’s measure you first, so we can get a good idea, okay?” The boa was draped over Lexi, the feathers finding and gliding against her nipples as the woman lightly tugged the boa this way and that, from side to side.
“Hehehe hey now. That tickles hahaha…”
“Oh, so sorry.” The Asian woman smiled. “Almost done.” A few more delicate adjustments later, and Lexi’s nipples were as hard as pebbles. And the smile was still on her face when another woman entered the room. One who Lexi had no trouble recognizing. Even in her smart suit and glasses, her nametag gave the game away as it read: Georgina W.
“Gina?”
“Hello, Alexandra. Or is it really just Lexi now?”
“It’s Lexi.”
“Well, either way, it’s great to see you again. I always knew you would… grow into yourself.” Gina nodded towards Lexi’s naked chest.
“You’re looking pretty foxy yourself.” Lexi tried to play it cool even thought she couldn’t have been more confounded by her current situation. “Your thirties look good on you.”
“Aww, thank you.” Gina walked over and turned to stand behind Lexi’s chair, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “But I’m a little disappointed in you. You were such a fun and sassy little girl, but look at you now. No self respect. No morals. Just another grifter cruising through life on the backs of those she considers to be beneath her.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lexi said adamantly.
“Yes, you do.” Gina’s voice grew dark before returning to her normal, pleasant tone. “But that’s okay. We’re together again at last. That’s what matters. And we are going to find the perfect bra for you. Doesn’t that sound like fun? Just like when you were… oh, was it 10 or 11? Somewhere around there? Now, what were her measurements, Hikari?”
“I’m happy for you. All things considered.” Gina said in an abrupt shift in tone to him as she circled the bench, her eyes gazing somewhat lustfully over his toned form. “You really kept up your regimen all of these years and now look at you! Of course, I remember when you were just my chubby little mimic.”
Mimic. He remembered that word all too well. She drew her finger along his skin again. This time it was from one bottom rib to the other, passing an inch or so above his navel. He bit his lip again, knowing that there wasn’t any way that she didn’t notice such attempts at control.
“You look good enough to eat. But to be honest… I kinda liked you the way you were.” She smiled at him as he felt a tingling in his belly. He looked down in shock to see his stomach fill and expand. His sturdy pectoral muscles went flabby and his nipples became puffy. His belly ballooned out until he had easily gained dozens of pounds between his neck and his waist.
“Oh yes… there’s the Blakey I remember. All that skin stretched so thin.” Georgina Wilkins kind of cheered the last sentence. She sat in the stool she had pulled up and brought her nails to the top of his tummy and slowly but softly dragged them down to his pantline.
“Hehehehehehehehehe…”
“That’s right. You were always so ticklish on this big ole belly.” She picked random spots to splay her nails in and out over, keeping the giggles pouring out of him. “Here, there, and everywhere. Allllll over da wobbly tummers. Tickle tickle tickle, Blakey.”
“Gihihihihinaaaa stohohohohohop!”
“Oh no! We’re not even close to the big finale. We’re still getting reacquainted, my little mimic.” She told him as her fingernails passed over tickle spot after tickle spot. Around his navel, near his sides, and down just above his groin were the most ticklish. But she already knew that from all of those years ago. Still, even now she was eyeing his chubby belly with all the interest of a butcher outlining sections of a cow on a chart and taking note of locations for the different cuts of meat. Only instead of shanks, chuck, and flank… she was seeing the varying degrees of ticklishness that her fingernails could exploit. This spot was good for twitches. This one was good for yelps. Yet another was a treasure chest for pleading. And then others still would bring music to her ears simply by way of mirthful giggles.
She knew them all. And she knew how to play them.
FANTASTICAL AND DREAMLIKE SCENARIOS!
F/F ARMPIT TICKLES!
F/F BREAST TICKLES!
F/M FOOT TICKLES!
F/M STOMACH TICKLES!
F/M GENITAL TICKLES!
PLAYFUL TEASING AND TICKLE TALK!
SCENES OF RESISTANCE!
I also broke one of my primary rules and based my tickler off of a popular busty model. I won't say who it is on here, but eagle eyed readers will likely put it together.
GET YOUR COPY NOW AT https://www.lulu.com/shop/shellie-f...2d2z.html?q=I+dream+of+Gina&page=1&pageSize=4
