The small Pornshop E-Book

Dunja Romanova

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 73

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Dear readers, Thank you for purchasing my book. For some time, write and do I publish erotic books. After a long start-up phase, I've dared before some time finally to write my first book series. I want to partake in my personal life and my desire with this book. Because what there is nothing better than to share his sexuality? This book is the first specimen of a new series now. The history of these books are purely fictitious. These are however based in part on real experiences of my life. The rest is fictional reverie. Mind movies, sprung from my unbridled sexuality. It's about my person, within one of my fantasies. I take the plunge into self-employment and open a sex shop. However I didn't account for the problems leading an independence with it. My shop and my worries soon grow me over the head. And I'm trying everything to keep me afloat. This leads to a series of sexual adventures. And now to me: I was born in 1982 in the Soviet Union. More specifically in Rybinsk, under the zodiac sign of Sagittarius. We emigrated to Germany in 1996. Our route took us back to Berlin. I'm 162 cm tall and plump, but aesthetic character. I have a plump, 95 E Cup. Naturally, my hair is blonde and my eyes green to bluish. For many years, I wear my hair short and in different colors. In the meantime, I am heavily tattooed. To the annoyance of my father I have tattoo me the back of the hand. So now you have an optical performance from me in the stories. But feel free to imagine something else. I hope I can provide a little enjoyment with my fantasies and experiences and/or erotic acts inspired ;) Of course I would love a positive evaluation and recommendations. To make reading more enjoyable, I write from my own point of view. Your Dunja

Leseprobe

The small Pornshop 1

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Preface

Dear readers,

Thank you for purchasing my book.

For some time, write and do I publish erotic books. After a long start-up phase, I've dared before some time finally to write my first book series. I want to partake in my personal life and my desire with this book. Because what there is nothing better than to share his sexuality?

This book is the first specimen of a new series now. The history of these books are purely fictitious. These are however based in part on real experiences of my life. The rest is fictional reverie. Mind movies, sprung from my unbridled sexuality.

It's about my person, within one of my fantasies. I take the plunge into self-employment and open a sex shop.

However I didn't account for the problems leading an independence with it. My shop and my worries soon grow me over the head. And I'm trying everything to keep me afloat. This leads to a series of sexual adventures.

And now to me: I was born in 1982 in the Soviet Union. More specifically in Rybinsk, under the zodiac sign of Sagittarius. We emigrated to Germany in 1996. Our route took us back to Berlin.

I'm 162 cm tall and plump, but aesthetic character. I have a plump, 95 E Cup. Naturally, my hair is blonde and my eyes green to bluish. For many years, I wear my hair short and in different colors.

In the meantime, I am heavily tattooed. To the annoyance of my father I have tattoo me the back of the hand. So now you have an optical performance from me in the stories. But feel free to imagine something else.

I hope I can provide a little enjoyment with my fantasies and experiences and/or erotic acts inspired ;)

Of course I would love a positive evaluation and recommendations. To make reading more enjoyable, I write from my own point of view.

Your Dunja

Chapter 1 - the opening

It finally happened in June 2011. I had made the leap into self-employment. I was just 28 years old. Actually too young for such an endeavour. And too naive as I should to say later.

A few months earlier tribal disco met in my a man. He was 40 mid to end. Not a particularly handsome guy. But he seemed to be successful. He dredged told me and told me of his shops. His first store was a sex shop. OLAF explained to me how easy it would be to open such a shop.

Between us, nothing developed however. So much also shone his Gold Bracelet Watch, I had brushed him off. Anyway I thought long about his stories. Because I was always the idea to make something of their own. I didn't want a life somewhere when employees go stale. The idea to open a sex shop fascinated me. However, this decision had to mature until well within me. And he did that.

But then an opportunity actually arose. In the old rose Lane, a shop was free. The location was ideal. Industrial area, parking nearby, not in the Centre. I contacted the landlord in connection and prearranged meeting. We have been us agree much faster than I thought.

90,00 sqm, kitchenette, toilet, a storage room and a small office. Rent €750.00 incl. costs. Originally wanted the owner, Herr Lehmann, €965,00. Therefore, I thought I'd really done a good deal. And I was proud of me.

I must mention that my family was whole and not thrilled that I wanted to make all things erotic store well. But my Bill was actually quite simple. I thought if a woman leads such a shop, the men come anyway in droves. And women would feel even better off with me.

At this time I was single. This saved me relationship dramas. I had a friend at the time, there would have been probably so much stress. In only 3 weeks, I converted the premises with the help of a few friends. Wasn't much to do. A few shelves, Wühltische which paint walls, a few stickers. Nothing special, perhaps with the exception of the cabins. There were two dressing rooms and a room for masturbation.

There you could watch movies on a screen or erotic magazine. For a fee of course. I christened the the red-room. And just as he was also painted and decorated. Red walls and a black, leather two seater. You could even take this off, ideal for a QUICKE to couples. Really really comfortable.

Mid-June it was finally ready. I opened officially, quietly and secretly. Only online I switched ads to be noticed. And the business was really good. Just in the first few weeks were very many interested parties. Men like women. You used not only the red room but bought also the article that I had offered.

End of June I was highly satisfied. Although I opened only less than two and a half weeks, I met my target for a whole month. I had already large euro signs in their eyes and thought it would go on like always. In July, that was indeed the case. I increased my sales and my profits.

But the tide turned quickly. Much too fast. Already in August broke the numbers. And September was really bad. I had miscalculated me, maybe also overestimated. There were many customers, but many bought only trinkets. Or nothing at all. Most people nowadays use the online business for such errands.

Quickly melted my reserves of which I tabled with my initial investment. Not to mention the gains of the first few weeks. My profits stagnated at a low level. At least too low to survive in the long term. And the enthusiasm of the first days gave way to the worries and anxieties gradually.

From day to day, my mood was bad. I was frustrated and overwhelmed. I didn't know how I should increase the numbers again, how I could revive the business. And I had no idea. All what I knew and what I could think of was how I could pay my running costs.

Chapter 2 - Constantine

The business and the worries grew me with each passing day more and more over the head, and with them my fears. But I tried I always never something to remember. Always good face to make. But, as also the October and November went bad any hope left me. And I panicked. I had to slide down scares the hell out in the insolvency.

Although I was determined in time to pull the plug, I with all my business to give up me mind. I was going to fail. Don't think from myself, my family or friends. And suddenly, the solution was enticingly close.

It was Friday, December 02, 2011, three days before my 29 birthday. A young man came in the afternoon at the store. Barely older than I am. He looked around in the shelves. But he was just another customer in the store. The young man said his name was Constantine.

Constantine was looking for a vibrator or a dildo, as a gag for a bachelor party. He had "advised" by me. I recommended him rather to take a penis cage if it should be a fun gift. In the end he bought these also. But until more was done. Konstantin was a more extroverted guy, and he looked pretty sweet. Even if he had no idea of fashion. A pair of jeans, a long grey shirt with print. Not just a "Santos".

I was always well styled. Imitation hair, fancy fingernails. A tight jeans, a belly-free top that allowed a glimpse of my ass antlers together with string and my belly button piercing. He flirted with me anyway, violently and proved that he had humour and charm. And it did well to flirt with him, to have some fun.

When we had finally arrived at the inflatable girlfriends we horsing around on the mouths of puppets. Constantine said to me "Your lips are worth but also a sin". Actually, I wanted to be only funny when I answered. I replied him "for €50.00 they show you the sky". Constantine said only "cool" and actually took the money from his purse.

I'm probably pretty stupid followed from the laundry as he took out the money. We looked at each other. He probably realized I actually a fun had done that. Because he looked just as embarrassed as I. But after the other customer had already left my shop without buying anything, I figured "suck it". After all, Constantine was a good-looking guy in and of itself.