Product of the global pandemic and eternal quarantine in my country (Argentina), many commercial activities, private companies, personal ones from individuals, have closed their doors,They havebroken, etc.The closure of these establishments has left a lot of workforce without employment, without support to face basic needs.
I for example am one more of the millions affected by this. Therefore, I had to think about doing something that would allow me to survive. That's why this business idea occurred to me, and to start, I needed help.
Who to turn to for something like this? Of course, family, if not, who else?
And, within the family, who would be the most reliable link? Without any doubt, grandparents.In this case, the maternal grandmother, the maternal grandmother.
However, I had to present my idea with some decorations. I couldn't directly, openly propose a porn dating site to Grandma. Otherwise, I would have failed before starting. I had to sweeten it up with the story of Suggestive Lingerie for Older Adults. That description didn't really impress Grandma either. The old lady was still flirtatious.
In any case, that debate produced by my general characterization of entrepreneurship ended up benefiting me, the 'feminine coquetry ego' saved me, and the old man saved me too.
This is how I convinced her, first to contribute financial capital 'the savings from her retirement pension', which turned out to be easier than my second request, for her to be my model for the commercial catalog. I have to admit that the initial reactions were very negative. In fact, when she saw the clothes I bought, they seemed at least very bold, if not scandalous. Although, with the passage of hours and my speech, between pitiful (worthy of compassion) supplicant.
And the surprise, the strangeness that her bold attire caused, my initiative's admiration, persuaded her.
Later I explained to him, as part of the sales idea, everything I knew about what in psychology is known as 'fetishism'. I spoke about the cult, idolatry, excessive veneration that consisted of fixing some part of the human body or an item related to it, such as an object of excitement and desire. Fundamentally leading to collecting women's innerwear.
While photographing her, my state was one of wakefulness, used to identify any symptom of withdrawal in her. Of renunciation to something, mainly for religious or moral reasons.
Specifically, the deprivation of eating 'meat' at certain times due to Catholic Church precepts. That is the symptomatology presented by a subject who suddenly stops ingesting a certain drug or toxic substance to which they were addicted: in it, abstinence from sexual activity.
This delay or postponement of something for a time could be very beneficial for my project. That pressing need, made impossible by the postponement of her lust, was awakening in my septuagenarian ancestral family.
What was corporal in an animated being, that sexy lingerie, to differentiate it from the psychological symptom: it was sexual anxiety.
A little by little 'passed clothes' while posing suggestively in front of the camera, becoming increasingly uninhibited, acting with spontaneous excitement. It was like an aphrodisiac that awakened her sexual appetite. The lack of orgasms had desexualized her, putting to sleep the desires that her grandson's entrepreneurial endeavors made question, losing care and anxious about the possibility of appearing fornicable.
After the session where I practically courted her. I tried to be the guy who attracts a woman in heat with the intention of copulating.
She said: It's so lovely seeing you trying to hide that huge erection from me, darling.
In the first place, you may have grown up, but used to bathe all the time, but since I last saw your cock, it's definitely much bigger now. Now I know a good boy and take your hands away so that this old woman can corrupt you like you used to do with me when you were younger.
After that, I finally explained the business to him, of course it was my first model slut.
I for example am one more of the millions affected by this. Therefore, I had to think about doing something that would allow me to survive. That's why this business idea occurred to me, and to start, I needed help.
Who to turn to for something like this? Of course, family, if not, who else?
And, within the family, who would be the most reliable link? Without any doubt, grandparents.In this case, the maternal grandmother, the maternal grandmother.
However, I had to present my idea with some decorations. I couldn't directly, openly propose a porn dating site to Grandma. Otherwise, I would have failed before starting. I had to sweeten it up with the story of Suggestive Lingerie for Older Adults. That description didn't really impress Grandma either. The old lady was still flirtatious.
In any case, that debate produced by my general characterization of entrepreneurship ended up benefiting me, the 'feminine coquetry ego' saved me, and the old man saved me too.
This is how I convinced her, first to contribute financial capital 'the savings from her retirement pension', which turned out to be easier than my second request, for her to be my model for the commercial catalog. I have to admit that the initial reactions were very negative. In fact, when she saw the clothes I bought, they seemed at least very bold, if not scandalous. Although, with the passage of hours and my speech, between pitiful (worthy of compassion) supplicant.
And the surprise, the strangeness that her bold attire caused, my initiative's admiration, persuaded her.
Later I explained to him, as part of the sales idea, everything I knew about what in psychology is known as 'fetishism'. I spoke about the cult, idolatry, excessive veneration that consisted of fixing some part of the human body or an item related to it, such as an object of excitement and desire. Fundamentally leading to collecting women's innerwear.
I observed that the grandmother was getting more relaxed each time, and it seemed to me that she had acquired a new devotee to fetishism, who would start practicing it to make it a habit.
That change of trajectory or intentions led me to the
diversion from a purpose
Ah, to be absolutely honest, that was the ultimate goal, but times got ahead of themselves.
While photographing her, my state was one of wakefulness, used to identify any symptom of withdrawal in her. Of renunciation to something, mainly for religious or moral reasons.
Specifically, the deprivation of eating 'meat' at certain times due to Catholic Church precepts. That is the symptomatology presented by a subject who suddenly stops ingesting a certain drug or toxic substance to which they were addicted: in it, abstinence from sexual activity.
That set of phenomena that characterize a specific situation caused a crisis in it with that attire. It produced alterations, the kind that addicts to a drug usually suffer when they suddenly stop taking it.
This disease, perhaps congenital, since it was also noticed in his daughter (my mother) and granddaughter (my sister), was attributed to the coexistence of mental dilation and a variable set of somatic anomalies.
This delay or postponement of something for a time could be very beneficial for my project. That pressing need, made impossible by the postponement of her lust, was awakening in my septuagenarian ancestral family.
What was corporal in an animated being, that sexy lingerie, to differentiate it from the psychological symptom: it was sexual anxiety.
A little by little 'passed clothes' while posing suggestively in front of the camera, becoming increasingly uninhibited, acting with spontaneous excitement. It was like an aphrodisiac that awakened her sexual appetite. The lack of orgasms had desexualized her, putting to sleep the desires that her grandson's entrepreneurial endeavors made question, losing care and anxious about the possibility of appearing fornicable.
After the session where I practically courted her. I tried to be the guy who attracts a woman in heat with the intention of copulating.
She said: It's so lovely seeing you trying to hide that huge erection from me, darling.
In the first place, you may have grown up, but used to bathe all the time, but since I last saw your cock, it's definitely much bigger now. Now I know a good boy and take your hands away so that this old woman can corrupt you like you used to do with me when you were younger.
After that, I finally explained the business to him, of course it was my first model slut.
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