I was 18. I was curious. Who wouldn't be? I was forced to drive past the porn shop every day on my way to work at a lousy mattress store. Funny how porn shops are always in the near to one... I've always wondered if it was designed that way; like maybe people made some subconscious connection between sex toys, videos, and mattresses. I'm always amused when I think on it.
The store was huge with a small parking lot easily within view of the street and highway. I noticed in my daily drives that customers often looked over their shoulders as they entered or exited the shop, but they were normal people. Some wore business suits, some sneakers and t-shirts. I even saw a whole group of loud young men in matching sport ensembles jump out of a car together and rush inside. What would others think of me? I wasn't sure. I was in jeans and a polo with the mattress store name embroidered across the back, and I was alone. Before the start of my evening shift, I braved the highly viewable parking lot in my beat up shit truck, and walked in.
I was greeted by lingerie. Not your mother's lingerie, if you get me. No, these were pieces of lace and fine silkiness like I had never seen. Costumes and fishnet stockings were displayed upon stands and racks, while disturbingly tall, dangerous looking shiny black boots, sat upon table tiers. Posters and mannequins stared down at me smiling, posing and teasing. I wanted to be in those images. I wanted to dress like the mannequin. I wanted to be an object of desire. I ran my fingertips over one of the outfits and felt a tingle in my groin. What would my boyfriend say were he to see me in it? What would he do if I bought toys? I needed to see more.
I cleared my throat and smiled at the man at the counter, handing over my ID. I remember he was young, slim, and unshaven. He rolled his eyes at me and handed back my license, waving me through the gap that separated the lingerie area from the 18+ section.
Yeah. Lots and lots of penis... everywhere. Sure I had seen dick up close and personal, but plastic, glass, and metal in various shapes, sizes, and vibration options were all new to me. Cock rings, nipple clamps, whips, fluffy handcuffs, anal instruments, blow-up dolls, "ticklers", bachelorette party favors, and things I had no names for, produced sensory overload. It's still this way for me when I go to the toy store. It takes several moments for the wow factor to wear off before I can search out for what I'm looking for.
And that day? I spent over an hour examining vibrators, choosing a small, pink-ribbed, silicone, waterproof devise. Something called "Strawberry Motion Lotion," also caught my eye, as well as a sassy dice game and a pair of handcuffs.
I imagined my boyfriend's face as I walked to the counter to pay. I imagined cuffing him somewhere and licking sweet strawberry from his naval. I saw his cum spilling out of his dick as he stroked himself watching me use my new vibrator on myself, and then laughing as I tasted him. I wanted to fulfill all the fantasies in my curious little head, and the toy store was helping me to do it.
I walked back to my car carrying a little black bag. I couldn't wait for my impending shift to be over and to be back at home. The boyfriend planned to come over that night. Parents were out of town...
I learned that I love toys. I learned that you can and should fulfill fantasies. Experiment with sex and avoid boredom at all costs. There's no shame in going to the porn store. Most people have at some point even if they won't admit it. Fuck them. Go get your toy store accessories. Live a little.
My current favorite toy: Merry Christmas to me! $100 silicone with dolphin tickler. Waterproof, has 7 vibration/pulsation speeds and rhythms, and it does the hula. No joke. Worth every damn penny.