Laurencia sat down on her bed and listened to the quite venomous music that she had gotten used to since she was about thirteen. She was now in her twenties, but still she felt that this hard-core music was what really awoke her lust and spirit for sexual pleasures and evil. She knew by now that there was no certainty in the statement that she was less sadistic than the guys who listened to the same stuff. She was however quite aware of that she didn't seem as sadistic to the extent she didn't rule over the capacity to expose those pleasures as worthwhile.
With that she lay down and felt herself between the thighs. Evil smartness came from the music she listened to. She felt the sensation between her legs as she stroke her hand again and again against her labia. To the extent she could be discovered, she knew how to blame the music and thereby never get exposed all too badly by those who insisted on “sadistically pretending it's bad to be evil.”
As she continued, she remained silent, so that the neighbors would not hear her. She was almost certain not to excite herself enough for there to be an intrusion from her neighbors about it. But she felt that even when they did, once, she was only exposed as thrilling. Strangely, to herself, even, she kept on feeling that her emotions about sex were not to be exposed for anyone but the few whom she dedicated the lusts to.
While still at it, she figured on how to expose it just the same, somehow, but she couldn't think of a reason, nor an excuse, even, for doing it, except to be bad at terrorizing the evil of tending to blame those innocent of knowing what she was about. This included two of her former boyfriends and two of her former lesbian lovers. Three of the four (all but one of the girls), she had already committed a ferocious crime against, in slyly beating and cutting them to death.
It was not easy, she thought, to figure out a way to expose something like that without being into sophisticated measures of carefulness that were actually not really thrilling for her, except for the gluttony in pretension that she is as good as the stuck-up girls, boys, men and women, who really cared for God and Jesus or so. She felt also that she had to expose it for them that she was an evil in a sense that didn't match their criteria for being the type of 'girl' who didn't understand enough for there to be a goodness in accusing her a whole lot. Thereby, she felt that the amusements of being exposed clearly were to be viewed as dangerous for her as the fake she continued to thrive on being until, perhaps, someone exposed her for the police, or so.
At this time, she felt an agony in being able to seduce only females, apart from those few males who were into being through about viewing themselves as sadistic at being sensual. Because she felt better pride in seeing the hetero sadism as her own, since that would mean that she was superb at being an actual innocent in the sense that she couldn't be reached by the torment that exposed their 'guilt'. In this she decided to kill her present boyfriend and then let that remaining girl be there and suppose that she never thought that could happen to him.
As she came to her orgasms, she recollected that he could not be viewed as innocent without there being a reprisal from their mutual acquaintances. She sadistically threw her sheets over her face for seeming innocent, in the sense that she felt now that she had an orgasm that exposed her will to be good for the sake of evil lusts that last forever.
Very soon after, she heard a key turn in their front door, and knew it must be him, probably. Still orgasming, she began to amuse herself in seeming vulnerable for him. And still masturbating, she rose from her sheets and stood up and slowly walked towards passage between the bedroom and the living room. Feeling very content, she lifted her hand form her vagina and felt a new orgasm spread through her body, just as she saw her boyfriend entering the living room. She looked at him happily and then threw herself gladly over him, flattering him contently with her horniness.
He fell for it. Almost immediately he unbuttoned his pants and exposed a throbbing penis for her, while also hugging and fondling her. She orgasmed and felt secure in his arms. She thereby had the first step taken, already. In this she knew something like that the devil was with her for it. But she didn't think it in words, she just felt that she was superior, and that while he actually seemed to be the venom of her life, she would be superior even when she tormented him that evening, hopefully, she thought.
They screwed for two hours, during which she came constantly. He amused himself over her sudden horniness, and felt that he was superior in that she desired him that much. She knew this about him, and thereby calculated that he could be to propose it to that they both go to Sheila's orgy tonight. Thereby she soon after had captured him in a trap he couldn't have imagined about himself to fall into.
That evening they left for Sheila's place at ten thirty. Sheila welcomed them in. He stood closest to her of the two newcomers and said: “I feel there's gonna be a real good party going this evening, right?!”
Sheila answered: “Yeah, I'm sure there's gonna be lots of screwing, some sadism and till the end comes no one will know for certain what it'll lead to.”
Now Sheila stretched her hand towards Laurencia, who shook it and then said: “Let's go somewhere and do some girls' talk. ... I don't even want my boyfriend to come with us. ...”
“Alright,” Sheila answered, “I can go with you to the bathroom for a joint and some talk, if you want. meanwhile my boyfriend will take care of the new guest and so.”
After two minutes, she had spoken to her boyfriend and then the two young women went to a big bathroom, which the couple tended to lock for party visitors (who were to use either one of their two smaller lavatories). It was not amusing for Laurencia to pretend as if nothing about that she would have liked Sheila's boyfriend to be there with them. But she decided to pick up a conversation with her about why men and women should be alike, but still feel so separate. This she referred to her present boyfriend as a sign of him having a “surface of bravery that doesn't suit a man!” she complained about him. Thereby, she got Sheila to agree to say to herself that he aught to be punished.
“I will thereby say to everyone,” she added, “that he has never been faithful to be, just so that they can agree with us that he needs to be punished, right?”
Sheila smiled smugly. “I guess you and I can have a party by ourselves about him, then, Laura.”
“I guess too many of the people wouldn't be liking to see him killed, apart from me and you and perhaps also that boyfriend of yours.”
“No, I guess not!”
With that the two girls decided to tell him as well.
He was when they came to him in the cellar bar and sold beer and so. “If you'll take the time to talk to me, Benny,” Sheila told him, “perhaps we can do something exciting tonight!”
“I guess we'll have to talk while I'm serving!” Benny answered.
Sheila then went inside the bar and whispered something to Benny, who smiled and seemed to feel gratified by the thought of what she said. “OK, let's try that!” he said after a short while.
Soon after, however, he spoke to a woman who was ordering some cheap beer from him. “I feel there's something I aught to tell you! My girlfriend and Laura have decided to kill Laura's boyfriend - and they're intending to do it in a way that isn't just ordinary sadism, I feel.”
“Oh, gosh! Why didn't you say to them that they can't be doing that type of stuff around here?!”
“Because at the moment I was alone in thinking that it wouldn't be worthwhile, probably!”
The woman he had spoken to was young-looking but also sophisticated at seeing it in herself to be of an attitude that seemed to be righteous and correct. That made her seem smart at seeing possibilities for avenging sadism, which is what he had hoped for. Because he was into that sadism should preferably be about having some victim seem ridiculous enough to be sadistically treated and perhaps also murdered, and took a chance that this girl might feel the same. But she said:
“I feel we probably aught to ring the police!”
He looked disappointed for a moment, then said: “Oh! Shit! I have illegal beverages here!”
She smiled at him smugly and said: “So I see! How come there aren't any sadistic rituals for actually punishing them instead, then?”
“I can't say there actually aren't any! I can just say I don't know how to manage to get them to work for what I fancy and at the same time be sober-minded and so!”
“I guess the two of you have the same problem, then! Because Sheila also seemed bitter about that there couldn't be any fun without there being the misconception about what to let out so that one's fancy of them will be overshadowing what one might to them!” With that she smiled, and added:” I guess you didn't know it, but she actually spoke to - Laura I guess it was - about killing you instead of Laura's guy!”
He looked shocked. “I guess she and Laura really could be the ones to pick themselves for that stuff then!?”
She giggled. “I can imagine you would like that!”
“I guess!” he said and smiled.
She giggled again. “I bet that's exciting for you to think about the two of them in a trap like that!”
He looked at her in amazement. “I can't fancy anything about that except that they could be the ones - ah, eh - kindly enough to feel amusing for me - but still bad enough to be my victims without that being a threat to myself as the person who shouldn't be a victim himself!”
A guy who had come up to the bar said: “I suppose they would be into seeing themselves as the perpetrators even while being victims, if you do it that way, right!?”
The two of them looked at him. “Yeah, I guess so!” the young woman said.
“I guess I'm to old a stud to be into that stuff again! I've done it a few times when I was in my thirties!”
She looked at him. “I guess they could have been your victims back then! Right, stud?!”
He looked thoughtful. “I'm not sure of them! I feel they aren't my kind of a catch, or at least not the blond one, I think!”
“Oh, the blond one! Laura, you mean!” she answered.
“Yeah, I guess,” he replied.
The man behind the bar disk looked at the old stud. “So that other one,” he asked, “you think that she could have been that victim of yours back then?!”
The old man said: “Yes, I think she could, probably have been that! But, oh! Is that your girlfriend we're talking about?”
He saw and heard the man behind giggle a little, and then say: “I feel that they aren't sadistic enough to be taken that way at the present time, although I feel that I want to be ready with a surprise for them later on.”
Thereby the three of them started planning on how to do such a thing. But Sheila found out and then called the police, whom they told about what she and Laura proposed to do to Laura's boyfriend.
Thereby, they all were eventually charged by each other for their plans, and all of them also hated each other, for it. The plans sent Laura to prison, where she writhed in agony over that she was secluded from the 'good' fun that she had been hoping for outside. The rest of them all got suspended sentences.
In all they were through, each of them virtually always felt now that they hadn't been into anything very strange, except for that it could somehow be excitingly odd or strange or so. Thereby, they all felt they had no need to feel they had to care for themselves as the weirdos that weren't into normal circumstances. Even Laura felt that way. ...
The venom that was in her veins when aspiring to sadistically kill for example her boyfriend, Laurencia now felt was cool enough to inspire perhaps her kids, which by then had two of. One of them was with her then boyfriend, the other with some stud she didn't care to get to learn much at all about. All she felt was that he was like the rest of them, not mature enough to see to it that they would be fun even without the aspiration on her side to take them to an illusion of themselves, each one of them, as the only sadism beneficiary she would like to fancy as much as him - or only possibly her, because she felt that a female lover would rather be sophisticated in having her feel that way as the other way around, and perhaps more, at least sometimes, she felt. The men, thereby, became her target of interest, when she sadistically called herself the victim of the people she had hung around with.
She thereby aspired now to learn how to play sadistically about feeling like a parent, and then blaming whomever the father was.
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