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It all begins when I would cut a deal with a local merchant that specializes in sex toys on the corner of Oak and Main St., one with a great reputation for selling bedroom apparel, fancy bedding, and a host of liquid stimulants.

After the deal was completed with a strong handshake and a pat on the back. I managed to store my emotions and race from the tiny store kicking up my heels outside in jubilation. Despite the small amount of money I would receive from the colorful C.D?S I promised Mr. Brown I would deliver in three days. Knowing in due time that I indeed have a promising future in the writing business as a skilled author. Never once curious about the Mrs. until my eye captures the lanky 6?x 0? creamy frame of the middle-age woman dressed uncanny for the season standing in the center of the room behind the shabby green drapes. Cottony green faded curtains, which separates the store from the living area. Strawberry blonde appearing in an extremely short skirt and red bra that I seem rather partial to, especially from a short distance away. Watching this longhaired woman vanish from sight, to another part of the small quarters with rosy red cheeks and an eye for a younger man.

Once I arrive back at my uptown studio apartment, a shabby old ruin with one bedroom and a tiny living room. Something inside me was begging my feet to carry my stout body into the bedroom to check my email. Suddenly at a glance, while sitting at the computer in the corner of the small room and capture a moment in silence. Learning from a single sentence that the company I had written to had indeed responded to my letter and encouraged me to announce to the world that a contract was in order. Surviving the drama as I reply to the contract in hand and faxing the two-page agreement quickly back with great sincerity of excepting the grand offer to produce more of my stories online. Realizing my future was beginning to look extremely good once I saw the figures on page two, each C.D. selling for $18.00, which meant I would gain half of the profits. Realizing by utilizing my tender young voice on audio, as the narrator and the storyteller, was a good move on my part.

After working long hours and drinking pots of coffee preparing more of my stories. I finally met my deadline with both parties that were more than anxious to display either online or in a small business store. Often thinking about what I?d seen back at ?Brown?s Toy Shop? that excels like a tank inside me. Wondering whether or not the look Mrs. Brown gave me was indeed real or a sales pitch. But either way it made me feel good all over and left me thinking on terms of much bigger things to come.

Sending a file filled with erotic tales was the easiest compared to the short drive across down to deliver a box of steamy stories on disc. Knowing I might see the Mrs. again that made my heart pound and manhood stiffen in such a short time.

Arriving in front of the store at approximately 8:00pm like I informed the chubby old man I would and locate the delivery zone a few feet ahead that puts me in the ataşehir escort center of the small erotic store. Quickly moving to the side of the van to retrieve the box I?d promise Mr. Brown I would deliver on time and collect my first paycheck that I know will keep the landlord off my back for a month anyway.

But just when I had turned around to enter through the narrow portal with the colorful CD?s. My eyes captures a beautiful sight on the second floor wearing an appealing lingerie that nearly cause me to drop the box that I was nervously holding upright and studying this middle-age lady upstairs in red.

After regaining my composure and entering the small brick foundation. I made a pact to myself that I would never mix business with pleasure. No matter how tempting or inviting the situation may be. I couldn?t believe how attractive and gifted Mrs. Brown was, or how much she stimulates my brain cells and sends tiny cupids running rapidly throughout my entire broad built that truly answers all my questions about what she might look like. Then Sitting the box of short stories, audio stories, onto the marble countertop that I captured using my own soft and tender voice that I hoped would attract many listeners. But just when I was about to leave, knowing the money was in my direct deposit account as I headed for the front door to pay the rent for my uptown apartment. The small apartment wasn?t much, but it was roomy enough for me until I can afford a house. Reaching down to retrieve the cold doorknob when suddenly a young tender voice spoke, sending shivers down my spine from such an erotic tone appearing closer behind me.

It wasn?t enough that I had to turn around upon her request, but to share my hard-on too! But that wasn?t the worse part. The pact I promised myself was slowly diminishing, carefully working my weary eyes over the tall feline that could purr loudly at any given minute. Aiming her baby blues up and down me with a delightful grin and seductive gesture that I would remember for a life- time. Posing a threat not only to my weaken eyes, but every other part of my broad anatomy that was standing proudly at attention, you might say. It was though this woman twice my age had listened to the story that I gave to Calvin after our brief handshake as a gesture that the deal was indeed completed.

Mrs. Brown was wearing a skimpy white robe over the sexy red heart shaped baby-doll outfit that, I too, would be just as proud to own if I was she. Sensing her affections, her lust, and this longing for a young guy like me when I began to cover up, shield, my stifling erection with both hands that I was certainly trying to control, which she could still see a small portion of. Answering her humble request to step around the counter and remove my hands from the growth that was still stirring within. Browsing around the room with shelves of erotic toys, jars of creams, and hideous bed