Market Encounter 1

Two versions the lewder one is further down below meant for a later setting.

**Market Encounter – An Unexpected Discovery**

Wandering through the bustling market, my eyes flitted over the various trinkets and oddities laid out on the merchant’s stall. Among them, a small velvet pouch sat slightly open, revealing several smooth, round spheres with thin strings attached. I picked one up, turning it curiously in my fingers. The material was cool and firm, with a slight weight to it.

“What are these?” I asked, glancing up at the woman behind the stall.

The merchant, an older woman with keen eyes and a playful smirk, leaned in slightly. "Oh, those?" she said, voice tinged with amusement. "Those are weighted vaginal cones. You start with the lightest and gradually work your way up to the heaviest over a few weeks."

My fingers twitched as I realized what I was holding. Heat crept up my neck, and I carefully set the sphere back down, my cheeks warming under her knowing gaze.

The merchant chuckled, clearly enjoying my reaction. "No need to be shy, dear," she said smoothly. "They're excellent for keeping things *nice and snug* for your partner. Of course, it takes a little getting used to—walking around with them inside you is quite the experience."

I swallowed, uncertain whether to feign disinterest or press for more information. The woman, however, was far from finished.

"Just make sure you don’t simply lie down while using them," she continued. "You need to stand or move about—engage the right muscles. Sitting still won’t do a thing."

I nodded absently, my mind racing with the implications.

"I personally like to wear them while doing housework," she went on, her smirk widening. "And my husband? He just *loves* teasing me by tugging on the string now and then."

My blush deepened, and I quickly diverted my gaze to the rest of the wares on display.

"Of course, if you do decide to try them," she added, tapping the pouch knowingly, "I’ll throw in a guidebook on Kegel exercises. Perfect for getting the best results."

"How long are you supposed to wear them?" I found myself asking, my voice lower than before.

"Start slow," she advised. "Fifteen to twenty minutes a day, just until you're comfortable. Then, as you build strength, you can increase both the time and the weight."

I bit my lip. "And who usually buys these?"

She gave a small laugh. "Oh, mostly housewives looking to add some spark back into their love lives. But," she added, eyes twinkling, "you’d be surprised—young women like yourself are quite adventurous these days."

I wasn't sure if I should feel complimented or mortified. But as I cast one last glance at the intriguing little weights, I couldn't deny a tiny spark of curiosity flickering in the back of my mind..

**Market Encounter – A Naughty Discovery**

(With lust crest in place)

The market was buzzing with life, but my attention was fixed on a peculiar little display. Among the neatly arranged items, a small velvet pouch lay partially open, revealing a set of smooth, weighted balls with thin strings attached. I picked one up, its cool, polished surface pressing into my palm, the weight making my fingers tingle.

“What are these?” I asked, genuinely curious.

The merchant, a mature woman with a wicked smile, leaned in with a glint in her eyes. "Oh, those?" she purred. "Weighted vaginal cones. You start with the lightest and train your way up to the heaviest, strengthening your grip… and making things much tighter for your lover."

Heat rushed to my face. My fingers twitched around the ball before I hastily set it back down, suddenly hyperaware of how intimately I had been holding it.

She chuckled, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Oh, don’t be shy, sweetheart. They feel *delicious* once you get used to them. Imagine walking around with them nestled deep inside you, shifting with every step, teasing you all day long."

My thighs pressed together involuntarily.

"You can’t just lie around with them," she continued, her voice dripping with amusement. "You need to *move*—let your body work for it. Do a little cleaning, go shopping, maybe even wear them while having a conversation just like this." Her grin widened. "It’s quite the thrill knowing you're stuffed full while no one around you has a clue."

I swallowed hard, but she wasn’t done.

"I like to wear them while I do housework," she mused, twirling a lock of her hair. "And my husband? He *loves* to tug on the string when I least expect it. Sometimes, he pulls just enough to make me gasp. Other times? He yanks them out slow, making me *beg* for him to put something else in their place."

A hot pulse throbbed low in my belly.

She smirked, eyes trailing over me. "Oh, I can see it now—you’d *love* that feeling. A little weight stretching you open, forcing your body to clench down around it, keeping you needy all day."

I bit my lip, barely suppressing the whimper threatening to escape. Ever since I had gotten the lust crest it become hard to keep my urges in tact and it was frustrating.

"If you take them," she teased, brushing her fingers over the velvet pouch, "I’ll even throw in a book on Kegel exercises. Train those muscles right, and you’ll have your lover *moaning* every time you squeeze down around him."

I exhaled shakily. "How long do you wear them?"

"Start slow," she said, her tone syrupy sweet. "Fifteen, twenty minutes a day. Then work up to an hour… or all night, if you're feeling *naughty* enough."

I shifted, heat pooling between my legs at the thought.

"And who usually buys them?" I asked, my voice lower than before.

She grinned. "Mostly housewives wanting to *keep their men addicted*. But," her gaze dragged over me, "girls like you? Oh, I’ve had plenty come back *thanking* me, gushing about how much their partners *love* the results."

A shiver ran through me, anticipation curling tight in my belly.

"Take your time, sweetheart," she murmured, licking her lips. "But trust me… once you slip them in, you’ll never want to take them out."

I swallowed hard, knowing deep down—I was already sold.