A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. These are the stories of some of those encounters with objects found at
Amorous Goods
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The bell above the door chimed as J.T. walks into the store. J.T. is an overweight middle aged man. His thin brown hair was falling out, leaving him with a big bald spot on top of his head. His brown eyes were flat and lifeless as if the world had completely broken him. His clothes mismatched and making him look decidedly worse rather than better.
Vikki greets him with her usual bright cheery smile. Her voice sounding clearly from the back of the store.
"Welcome to Amorous Goods. Is there anything I can help you find?"
"No thanks. I'm just looking." J.T. says.
J.T. walks around the store at a leisurely pace. Stopping on occasion to look at something or another.
He comes to a full length mirror. Something about it catches his attention. He looks into the mirror and sees a gorgeous woman. He looks behind him, but there's no one there. He turns back to the mirror, and she is still there.
Her legs are impossibly long. The black stiletto heels showing them off to their best advantage. His eyes tracing up them. He imagines how they would feel wrapped around him. Squeezing him as he pleasures her.
Her short black dress fits her body like a second skin. Hugging her curves and barely containing her big breasts. For several minutes he watches the rise and fall of her breasts. Each time she breaths in it looks like her breasts will simply fall out of that dress.
He finally makes way to her face. Her sweet angelic face. Her ruby red lips are full and so kissable that he wants to dive into the mirror just to start kissing her. Her hauntingly beautiful blue eyes seem to promise all sorts of pleasures. Her scarlet hair falling down almost to her waist in waves.
The girl in the mirror smiles at him. He feels like he is the only person to ever get to see that smile. His heart races as he continues to stare at her. His cock straining against his pants. He tries to readjust, but it does no good.
Her mouth opens and she mouths something to him. He watches her lips closely. She mouth something to him again.
