TICKLELOVERS
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What happens when two sisters make a big mistake? Linda Tavara happens that who! (Linda Tavara is Eva Longria).
Revenge. That is the breadth of my ambition. Power. That is my greatest desire. Blood. That is what I lust for. All of these things I get with the two young ladies bound nude before me. One immortal, the one pure lightning. But when wet nothing can save them.
I watch the bratty half sisters try to free themselves. The elder one almost electrofies herself. The younger tries to push her pain barrier into her to be free. But in the end, I am the still the only one unbound. Spreadeagle under the showers, trapped and unable to escape, my vicious little prisoners glared at me with loathing. I see their families through their eyes. I see Angela and Arthur through the younger and Meredith and Robert through the elder. How I loathe Robert and Angela. Two more loathsome creatures I could not fathom. Except Daniel. Hateful Daniel. Arthur's pal, a monster with a lust for power. We were made for each other in some ways. But it matters not. I have a new husband. Adam.
Still I lust for things, people. Especially Jessica. Sexy, sexy Jessica. More violent and pragmatic then a thousand Roosevelts, more vile then a million Stalins, more evil than a hundred Hitlers, more ruthless than a cascade of Maos. Beautiful Jessica no longer alive. Nikki will pay for that.
But for now I turn my attention to the elder. Slightly taller than her sister and more statuesque also, lithe and beautiful rather than her sister's fullness of form. The 6 year difference is noticeable. I move underneath her examining the soft skin she has, her beautiful firm behind not round like her sister but more firm perhaps and smaller. Not to say her sister's behind is anything but luscious just different. Another form of exquisite beauty. I debate briefly where to make the first decision. Then it hits me. I know exactly where to start.
To Be continued
Revenge. That is the breadth of my ambition. Power. That is my greatest desire. Blood. That is what I lust for. All of these things I get with the two young ladies bound nude before me. One immortal, the one pure lightning. But when wet nothing can save them.
I watch the bratty half sisters try to free themselves. The elder one almost electrofies herself. The younger tries to push her pain barrier into her to be free. But in the end, I am the still the only one unbound. Spreadeagle under the showers, trapped and unable to escape, my vicious little prisoners glared at me with loathing. I see their families through their eyes. I see Angela and Arthur through the younger and Meredith and Robert through the elder. How I loathe Robert and Angela. Two more loathsome creatures I could not fathom. Except Daniel. Hateful Daniel. Arthur's pal, a monster with a lust for power. We were made for each other in some ways. But it matters not. I have a new husband. Adam.
Still I lust for things, people. Especially Jessica. Sexy, sexy Jessica. More violent and pragmatic then a thousand Roosevelts, more vile then a million Stalins, more evil than a hundred Hitlers, more ruthless than a cascade of Maos. Beautiful Jessica no longer alive. Nikki will pay for that.
But for now I turn my attention to the elder. Slightly taller than her sister and more statuesque also, lithe and beautiful rather than her sister's fullness of form. The 6 year difference is noticeable. I move underneath her examining the soft skin she has, her beautiful firm behind not round like her sister but more firm perhaps and smaller. Not to say her sister's behind is anything but luscious just different. Another form of exquisite beauty. I debate briefly where to make the first decision. Then it hits me. I know exactly where to start.
To Be continued
