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By some stroke of luck, there are no customers inside, only an employee working along a back wall. I’d say she’s in her early twenties with a purple pixie and bar through her nostril.
My cheeks heat as she makes eye contact with me. “Hi. Is there anything I can help you find today?” she asks in the most chill and confident voice I’ve ever heard.
I exhale and shake my head. “Uh, no, thank you. We’re just going to look around.” I offer her an awkward smile.
“First time here?” She asks. I’m sure that it's incredibly obvious by my visual discomfort and flushed face.
“Yes,” we both say in unison.
“Well, welcome. There are signs for every section, but if you need help finding something specific just let me know.” She smiles again, then goes back to stocking the boxes of giant dildos on the shelf in front of her. My entire body lights on fire when I get a good look at them... When I say giant, I meanGIANTdildos.
“Thanks,” we both say.
I turn to Marco and his cheeks are puffed as he holds in his laughter. He grabs my hand and pulls me in the opposite direction of the monstrous dicks in a hurry.
When we’re finally out of earshot, he lets out a low chuckle. “Oh my god, did you see the dong in her hand?Holy hell, that can’t feel good.”
I give him wide eyes and shake as chills run down my spine. “I got flashbacks to the last time something that massive was in my vag... It was in the hospital delivery room and pleasure wasdefinitelynot what I felt.”
Shifting our attention to the store, I smell oranges and notice it’s really clean and organized. Theoptionsare overwhelming though.
“So, what are we looking for, hot momma?” Marco asks.
“Well, I was hoping for some kind of vibrator I could use during sex. So something small and easy to hold?” I shrug.
“Alright.” He scans the store and points in their direction. “There.”
We walk past the BDSM section. There are leather outfits, whips, gags, clamps, muzzles, blindfolds, andare those bed chains? My eyes practically bulge out of their sockets as they scan the package, my whole body is tingling.
“Any interest?” Marco asks, wiggling those mischievous eyebrows at me again.
Without skipping a beat, I shake my head and say, “No, none whatsoever.”
He chuckles. “Good, then we’re on the same page. Handcuffs are not sexy to me, nor would they be something I want to bring home.”
“Yeah, no judgment for those who do it, but I have no interest. Zilch. Zero.” I shake my head until I start to get a little dizzy and he laughs.
We continue walking, but he stops short to grab a ball gag that has a little lock on the back. Putting his free hand on his chin., he studies the package before he says, “Wait a minute. I may be rethinking this.”
He shakes the package in front of me to see and I poke him in the stomach. He lets out an audibleoofbefore laughing again.
“Very funny. Now put it back before I use it on you,” I narrow my eyes at him.
When we get to the vibrators, my eyes are burning because I’ve forgotten to blink while taking in the many,manychoices in front of me. My mouth goes completely dry, but my palms are cold and clammy. Thankfully, Pixie is now back at the counter while I stand here doe-eyed reveling in my utter lack of knowledge of all things sex toys.
I spot one that’s in the shape of a real penis with thick veins running down it in varying colors of flesh. Another has a bent tip with a bulb at the end, so I look closer to see that it’s a g-spot stimulator,huh.There is a little one in the shape of a rose that’s a suction cup to mimic oral stimulation with pulses of air on the clit. And there’s even one that looks like a real lipstick case —are women traveling with these things?
As I turn to talk to Marco, my eyes land on adual penetrating vibratorand all the color drains from my face. My heart beats erratically and panic rushes through me. I’m so out of my depths here, and my ignorance and innocence in this type ofexplorationare clear.
“We have to leave,” I tell Marco, my voice shaky, and I turn to walk away.
He grabs my arm to stop me and gently turns me around. “Ellie, wait. Why? What’s wrong?”
“I shouldn’t be doing this. I’ma mom,” I say in a hushed tone, my eyes darting around the shop as the walls close in on me.
“So? What does that have to do with anything?” he says, eyebrows drawn and clueless to my apprehension.
“I’m not young and exploring. I’m old, and I’ma mom.” I whisper shout, “I can’t be in a sex shop.”
