The Dice
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Chapter 1. The Antique Shop
Mystery Sex Story: Chapter 1. The Antique Shop - A woman buys the sex game dice in a mysterious shop. The dice turn out to be magical…
Caution: This Mystery Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa Mult Coercion Consensual Rape Reluctant Romantic BiSexual Fiction Mystery Magic BDSM Gang Bang Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Public Sex Nudism Prostitution
Hannah did not choose it. She was just wandering through the streets filled with small shops and restaurants, killing time before the plane back home and looking for places to spend what was left of her local currency. She pushed the door of the shop on impulse, perhaps attracted by its mysterious appearance (but then again, about half the shops there had mysterious appearances), perhaps just by chance.
The interior was no less mysterious than the exterior. It was dark, poorly lit, full of small objects that Hannah could barely see - statues, jewelry, figurines, boxes, books ... All kinds of things, really, some of which seemed to be from modern times, others from ages past. It was impossible to tell if this place was run by a cunning swindler selling overpriced tourist junk, or if he was really selling some unique treasures. Probably both. There were few customers in the shop and no shopkeepers in sight, so Hannah began to browse without anyone bothering her.
She twisted some beads and figurines in her hands, unfolded some ancient maps with inscriptions in unknown languages, sniffed some balms and perfumes ... Finally, she came to an elegantly inlaid box with three dice inside. The price tag exactly matched her remaining money, and Hannah took it as a sign of fate.
She looked closer. The dice were obviously intended for a sex game, the typical kind, with poses and actions finely drawn on the sides. There were no words, just numbers, but the pictures gave clear instructions. Hannah shrugged. The dice looked ancient, made of some white stone, pleasant to touch, with a black pattern. But of course they could not be that ancient, the whole concept was probably invented less than a century ago ... But they certainly looked ancient.
Hannah took the box and came to the counter, calling for the shopkeeper. He suddenly appeared from behind one of the shelves, as if out of thin air. He was an Arab man, in his fifties, maybe sixties, dressed in a traditional white robe, tall, with a long beard, calm and serious. He did not greet them, just took the box of dice and asked:
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