Buying sex toys
I was trying to explain why she was taking all the fun out of buying sex toys by simply going on-line instead going to a sex shop; I was also quick to point out not all sex shops were the same and knew of a place. I enthusiastically went on about the importance of quality sex toys, which like lingerie, I’m discriminating about and a bit snobby about liking what I like. My enthusiasm attracted some interest and she put her phone down but insisted on dinner out as part of the adventure.
As with most places that turn out to be the best in the city, it could be easily missed if you didn’t know what you were looking for. It was one of many shops that over the years had established itself in a turn of the century row house. There was a small sign in the window and hours of operations on the original door that indicated that on some days only women and transgenders are invited in. The original footprint had been repurposed — upstairs for seminars and workshops and the main floor was set-up for literature and paintings, as well as a vast selection of dildos, vibrators, leather goods, butt plugs and a small selection of eclectic clothing for those with very specific tastes. The atmosphere is warm and inviting, and the original hardwood flooring creaks slightly as you walk around.
We were greeted with a smile by the man behind the counter, and as is normally the case, there were only a few people there. It was just us and another couple at the far end of the store talking to a woman who, based on her body language and what she was saying, worked in the shop. There is an odd intimacy that occurs surrounded by items designed to explore sexuality in the company of strangers — you are invited, if only for a moment, into their bedroom. As we made our way through the literature and the lubes and the dildos, we found ourselves passive observers of a couple who seemed intent on buying a strap-on.
They were an attractive couple in their fifties; both tall and well dressed — her short wavy hair was striking; his stylish glasses and greying hair offered an air of a hipster who still had it. She was matter of fact with her questions about harnesses and dildo size and was very attentive as the young woman demonstrated how everything fit together. It was obvious the couple wasn’t upgrading but trying something for the first time. They would talk but it seemed he was deferring to her; not in a submissive way but rather as an observer. As we got involved in our own discussions about neon vibrators, we never saw them leave and not sure if they got what they came for.
Later over martinis, as we waited for dinner, the discussion turned to speculation over our afternoon’s voyeurism. We wondered if they were an actual couple and if she wanted to peg him or maybe it was his idea. Maybe she was bi-curious and it was the first stage of a threesome fantasy and they would search out a unicorn as the idea bloomed — or maybe it was a professional arrangement and she was paying by the hour. I was quick to weave a story about her fucking a stranger they met at a party as her husband was getting his cock sucked; they all came together as a matter of course. Another story involved her lubing up her neon dildo and fucking her husband until he exploded with moans of pleasure. Maybe it was an outing to buy a birthday gift for a friend and she dragged her best guy friend along. We will never know.
As dinner came, our conversation moved to other topics and we enjoyed the evening fuelled by the sex life of someone else. I was a little surprised she never asked.
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