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 The Maya Twins By Carmenica Diaz Note: This is an excerpt from a recently
published E-Novel.

   Once upon a time, there were the Maya twins.  Hannah and Savannah Maya
were identical, breathtakingly beautiful and with definition of morality
that was unique.  Very, very rich and constantly bored, they were amused
when Hannah's new husband, Jonathan, declared his undying love with the
purchase of the state of the art chastity belt, the Dickson Device.  Silly
man!  The Maya twins saw an opportunity to have a little fun and Jonathan
soon discovered that, although they appear so beautiful, the Maya twins can
be sweetly dominating and just a little cruel and manipulative when there's
something they want!  In this fairytale, not everyone lives happily ever
after!
Prologue: Once Upon A Time...
The door to Jonathan's flat was ajar and Sharon tapped on it lightly. 

'Hello?' The door opened and that woman stood there, smiling widely. 
'Hello Sharon, come in.' Sharon was about to make a cutting remark, what
she wasn't sure, when she saw Jonathan kneeling naked on the floor, a chain
connected to some animal collar around his neck.  'Jonathan!' Sharon turned
to Jonathan's wife and she blinked in shock when she saw there was two of
them!  'This is my sister, Savannah.  Savannah, meet Sharon.' 'Please to
meet you I'm sure,' Savannah said.  'But...' gasped Sharon.  'Yes,
darling,' Savannah said with sarcastic overtones, 'we're twins.  How
brilliant of you to notice.' 'Now pay attention, Sharon,' Hannah said,
steadying Sharon with a light hand to her elbow and steering her to stand
in front of Jonathan.  'tell her, darling,' she said to Jonathan. 
'Sharon,' Jonathan mumbled, face burning, 'please watch me wank.' Sharon's
hand flew to her mouth and she saw that Jonathan's red cock was hard and
protruding from his groin.  'I don't...' Sharon gasped.  'He just wants to
masturbate for you,' Hannah confided and then rolled her eyes.  'Men!'
'It's his kinky little dream, apparently,' Savannah said.  'Just watch, it
shan't take long.' 'Jonathan...' Sharon exclaimed, eyes bulging.  'Please,'
Jonathan mumbled.  He just had to come and even though this was the most
shameful thing he had ever done in his life, he was prepared to go through
it just to get relief!  'You want me to watch...' 'Yes!' Jonathan said
urgently, his hand hovering near his rigid cock.  The twins had told him
that if he wasn't wanking within ten minutes after Sharon had walked
through the door, they would simply put the Dickson Device back on.  He
knew they were serious when they had mentioned using ice cubes to shrink
his cock to get it back in.







   Once upon a time, in a city by the river Thames, there were two
sisters...




01: How should we go about it?
The patrons at Café Nero had seen them all - film stars, actors,
criminals, entrepreneurs, musicians, call-girls and politicians, they
merged into each other after a while - and the patrons ignored them all

with a practiced blasé attitude and a studied coolness.  However, when the
Maya twins slipped through the tastefully etched double glass doors, the
diners and the waiting staff gaped and everyone would have heard a thousand
proverbial pins fall to the stylishly polished floor.  It wasn't just that
Hannah and Savannah Maya were identical but they were also stunningly
beautiful.  As Rupert Gascoigne wrote in GQ magazine, '...they are the
perfect matched pair with absolutely no imperfections with a noble and
sensual beauty that immediately draws the eye.  I am not a religious man
but the existence of the Maya twins indicates there is a supreme being - to
create one of those girls would have been wondrous, to create two is surely
a miracle!' To be fair, Rupert Gascoigne appeared to be rather obsessed by
the Maya twins as accounts of a rather famous party in Mayfair testified.
It wasn't only famous because the hostess dropped her knickers to show an
admiring male dinner guest her latest Brazilian wax but also because a
rather drunk Gascoigne argued with a famous media scientist.  The second
dusty bottle of Port had been brought up from the cellar when Gascoigne had
exploded.  'Yes, I understand how they are genetically identical, George.
Your five minutes a day on the BBC doesn't make you a candidate for the
Nobel Prize, you know!  I know they were formed from one fertilized egg
which then for reasons unknown, split into two cells, became implanted and
there you have it, identical twins!  But George, for the life of me, please
explain why they are so devastatingly beautiful!' At that point,
Gascoigne's rather disgruntled wife stepped in, called a mini-cab and
whisked Rupert away.  Their divorce became news within three months, Rupert
took the pledge and GQ sent him to Los Angeles to report on Californian
fashion, a term Gascoigne thought was an oxymoron.  The Maya Twins.  Tall,
willowy thin with large breasts and thick blonde hair, they could have been
models if they had been disposed to actually work.  Some women had cattily
said, wait, time will catch up with them but those women had obviously not
seen the parents of the Maya twins.  Geraldine Maya was still a beauty in
her late forties and completely overshadowed women much younger while their
father, Pierre was ruggedly handsome, still had a complete head of blonde
hair and both girls had received his startling deep blue eyes rather than
their mother's pale blue ones.  Yes, the Maya twins came from exquisite
breeding stock and every male watched them hungrily when they passed by. 
Pierre and Geraldine were slyly referred to as the King and Queen of London
society and if that was the case, Hannah and Savannah were the princesses.
Of course, reverberating within the very soul of every male watcher was
that common secret fantasy of making love to two women.  Many men wondered
if they could survive the extreme delight of making love to the Maya twins.
Many female watchers silently dwelt on just how unfair the universe was,
that they were riddled with their own imperfections while two perfect women
walked the earth.  The double whammy, so to speak, was that the Maya twins
were not only blessed with identical matchless beauty but also with high
intelligence, sly wit and a morality all of their own.  A spinster aunt was
heard to say nastily, 'It is said that cats are amoral.  Well, compared to
my lovely nieces, cats are the most moral creatures on this planet!  My
nieces are beautiful and appear sweet but they decidedly have a morality
all of their own, it's just that no one knows what it is!'

   End of excerpt of Part 1 of The Maya Twins by Carmenica Diaz

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