Hello how are you? I'm Cele and I'm 40 years old, with the desire to come here to tell my stories and experiences. I'm a person who loves literature and I'm convinced that literature and eroticism often go hand in hand and even without looking at anything, they excite more than anything because imagination connects with heat and that's beautiful. Well, without much introduction, here comes my first story. It turns out that during my adolescence, my parents wanted me to earn my first income, something informal that wouldn't affect my studies. It was more for me to learn to work hard than anything else. They got me to take care of the son of a friend's couple who lived next door. The proposal was convenient since after studying I could go to sleep, take care of the child and in the afternoon already go home quietly. It turns out that while taking care of the child, he would often throw his things under the bed and I, having little authority, had to reach for his toys. One time, tired, I went to get him a toy he had thrown and put my legs under the bed without realizing that one leg of the bed was pointing at my crotch. When I felt it, something happened to me and I pressed that leg of the bed against my legs, pressed it and as I liked it so much, I could feel warmth and agitation in my chest that I had never felt before, I wanted to keep going but my work didn't allow it so I had to wait for the neighbors to arrive so I could go lock myself in my room to study. When they finally arrived, they offered to take me home in their car but since my house was just around the corner I told them no and when I closed the front door of the house I ran out with DESPERATION to find out what that feeling was that had excited me so much. Do I tell the second part?
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