Tweet Pin Back in the day, when I was a young, modern and very single something, I had found the joy of self-pleasuring techniques by stealing the douche in the bathroom cabinet. It provided me with some nice moments, but I soon figured that I needed to branch out to the more realistic toy — the dildo! There was always a lone car that sat at the front.
Adult erotica stores that you see today had not become the norm yet. It took a while for me to muster up the courage to bravely, yet discreetly, enter those forbidden doors.
What would I find? Who would I find? But, one night, I finally decided I was going to venture inside the store. I parked beside the building and decided to be all about the business of just getting it done. I got my wallet, bundled up and made a quick dash into the store. I slinked in, quickly taking inventory of what was there and where I needed to go to find my special toy. I soon found some over on a table, laid out in plastic wrapping. I nonchalantly looked out from under my eyes using my best poker face.
There they were in all their glory: Suddenly, my eyes settled on the perfect one for me: John, nice-sized, realistic, au naturel dildo. All I had to do was pick it up, carry it to the counter and pay. John au naturel dildo on the counter. I was going to write a check, but he told me it was cash only.
I checked my wallet for cash. I was on a roll. Surely, I had the final dime — but I didn't. It figures that on my first trip to the twilight zone of the adult bookstore I would be short on cash. This would only happen to me. What does one say when a stranger pays the final dime for your dildo? I blurted a hearty, "Thank you! The hilarious story of my twilight zone experience at the adult bookstorein the darker days of my womanhood has brought my confidantes to their knees, laughing,crying and practically peeing in their pants.
Since then, I have ventured into the erotic stores of today with those models scantily clad in the decorated — no-longer-painted — windows. There are women salespeople now, and I find them easier to talk to. I have added to my collection since then, andI love my blue, glass, nubby-tipped vibrator. Itruly cherish my firework moments with my small — but powerful — friend. So, should you decide to venture in, be sure to take enough cash with you!