Revenge Confessions

Taraji P. Henson had nothing on me when it came to the term “Acrimony”. Vexed was my current state of mind as I paced back and forth on the balcony like a runway model to regain my composure. I had scores to settle, but was caught off guard by an overwhelming feeling of emotion for my target.

I had overstayed my welcome in this luxurious mansion more than I had planned! The goal was to get in, get close, and destroy my tormentor asap. Like a praying mantis, Siobhan Mychals held her position and devoured any man that crossed her path. This man in particular, had no idea of his connection to her past.

A manipulator by design, Siobhan had already gained access to multiple bank accounts, cars, and homes in exotic islands. She had done this before to unsuspecting men, so it wasn’t a hard task. The only problem was that she had fallen in love. She had no experience in that area and it killed her that she couldn’t control the situation.

Reaching for her second cigarette, the wind picked up and vibrated her long ponytail and thick thighs to a seductive rhythm. Wearing a sheer black kimono, heels, lace corset and thong set, she was already prepared to throw herself at Mister Carter.

While contrmplating her next move, a silent rage struck daggers into her heart as she noticed a slight movement of the camera above while standing still. “Game on lil Bitch,” she thought as she instinctively caressed her breasts and felt on her body for “Nick the Prick”, Mr. Carters estranged son.

“Nick the Prick” had made a bad habit of lusting behind Siobhan in private. He made it his business to watch her every move, including when she took a shower. He claimed to his dad that he did not trust her because she was just trying to steal his money. In reality, he could care less. He just needed an excuse to watch her and grab his dick every moment he could.

Nick was envious of his dad and had still not reconciled the abandonment that he felt in his childhood. Not knowing his dads shady past, he did not fully understand why he was left to figure out life as a man on his own. To make up for it, his father brought his love with anything that Nick asked for.

The one thing that he wanted, he could not have. Trapped in the darkness of desperation he grabbed his lotion and began to beat his dick like a mad man. “What a fucking loser” Siobhan thought as the camera zoomed in on her now exposed double D breasts. She laughed to herself as she took a sip of Crown Royal while lounging in her chair.

Nick was so enthralled with the glisten of the sunlight on Siobhan’s caramel skin, that he talked to himself with each stoke on his way to glory. With Pavlovian reflex he drooled and muttered “You fucking bitch” over and over until tunnel vision set in. He had no shame as he cried out in pleasure when he released his seeds on the expensive sheets for the first time that day.

What he didn’t know was that his father had came home early and caught him in the act. He was not only shocked to see his son disrespecting his soon to be bride, but was also stunned to see the short smirk on her face while she played with her pussy. He knew that look. She knew that she had an audience and it wasn’t him………..