A Shoebox House – Online Dating – A Visit to the Adult Store (Part II of II)

I am sharing from my rough draft of my book “A Shoebox House” .  Previously, I posted the Introduction, Embracing Life (Part I and II), and part of a middle chapter – Erotique (Part I).

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Erotique (Part 2 of 2):

“That’s when Lambert, the owner, paraded in our direction, as if he were on a catwalk, and we tried not to stare. His voice was soft and graceful, breaching on femininity, and it confirmed our assumption that we were perfectly safe in this house of ill repute; we definitely would not hear any pick-up lines from him. Lambert politely asked what I was looking for and I pointed at a purple, slightly arched, rabbit attached, vibrator that was hanging on the wall in a box. I told him I didn’t want a “stiff” one.

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He handed us the vibrators on display, showed us how to turn them on, and pranced off to go get more batteries. I felt the shaft of a blue one and it was soft, yet firm, and another one was stiff as a rod. There was an abundance of variety displayed; one was thick, wobbly and a nude tone, and next to it was an elephant dick. Thank goodness I didn’t see any “fists” like I saw at the “Adult Superstore” in Las Vegas a few years ago. I looked over at Olivia and said “touch this”. At first, she looked mortified, but her expression softened and she seemed quite pleased with herself as she extended one finger to touch it. I was proud of her and by the end of our visit she was checking them out like a baseball bat.

Sadly, Lambert didn’t show us how to turn off the humming units, and we weren’t sure if we should set them down so they vibrated and twisted in our hands until he returned. He explained to us, in detail, the purpose of a “rabbit”; which was a feature of the purple model that I was interested in for my future companion. The “rabbit” is the smaller finger-like extension at the base of the vibrator and was designed for a woman’s pleasure. We touched about 15 different vibrators and used our enhance skills of power shopping, sexual finesse, and the process of elimination. There were pink and yellow vibrators, horse-size black and nude dildos, ben-wa-balls, and pink bullets, no larger than my finger. Lambert told us he gave away 200 of the pink bullets at the MSU Career Fair, giving young ladies an option for orgasms and sexual health. As a single woman, I supported the emphasis about not jumping into sex too hastily and getting unnecessary exposure to STD’s. I was impressed with Lambert.

As we went to check out, we notice a man had entered the store. Lambert made a point to stand between us and the other customer, explaining the he did not want any issues with us being “hit on” because it tended to happen with female patrons. I laughed off the subject of creepers and proceeded to relay my experience with the vaginal moisturizers and gels, and my doctor’s prescription. Lambert gave me some highly recommended lubrication and condom samples, and elaborated on how vibrators would help induce a natural biological climate for pleasurable sex. Lambert was a doll to talk with and I made a note to come back and visit the love hutch again sometime. I adored his knit sweater, blue looked good on him.”

(Photo credit: Harris County Public Library)

A Shoebox House – Online Dating – A Visit to the Adult Store (Part I of II)

I am sharing from my rough draft of my book, “A Shoebox House”.  Previously, I posted the Introduction: Embracing Life, Parts I and II.

Follow my blog for more excerpts over the next few weeks.

This is part of a middle chapter – Erotique (Part I)

“Adult stores pique an interest with the masses, but only a few are brave enough to risk public humiliation. What was surprising is that Olivia didn’t bat an eye when she told me “sure”. I explained to her that my doctor gave me a prescription for a vibrator, for health reasons. I was unsure if I should tell her about the other reason, even if we were good friends, because it is very personal; either I was too small or he was too big.

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Erotique is small and sassy and it is amidst some of the finer eating establishments located downtown near Willson Street. The risqué shop is known for its lingerie, sex toys, enhancements, vibrators and lubes and they advertise that relationships should be fun, fresh, and healthy. I used to get a creepy feeling about the place, but the new owner projects a different image, I could feel it. Now, I enjoy the turbulence the shop creates within a hypercritical community.

We drove into the center hub of Bozeman on a Saturday, an experience I try to avoid. I wish I could appreciate the city atmosphere and bask in its glory like some of the big city dwellers. I dreaded finding a parking spot, and I was one of “those” people who didn’t parallel park. The skinny concrete sidewalk is cracked and stained. We walked paralleling the historical brick building and it led us to Erotique’s blacked out door. On the side of the building, above the door, it looked like pink crepe paper was formed into the shape of a very large vagina, or at least that’s what it looked like to me.

I asked Olivia if she was nervous. She turned her beautiful brown eyes towards me, blinking a few times, apparently speechless, because she did not utter a sound. I hesitated before grabbing the door handle, and decided to pull down my sleeve to cover my hand, just in case. I strode into the forbidden cave confidentially with Olivia directly behind me, we were on a mission. I had been in Erotique before and it still looked the same; wire racks and colorful cabinets displayed assorted knick-knacks, and the deep red walls were lined with what-not… and more. The checkout counter was directly ahead and manned by an older gentleman wearing a nicely knit blue sweater. I avoided eye-contact and hastily turned right, which led us to the Great China Wall of vibrators and dildos.

Olivia was at a loss for words, and her eyes were occupied by the variety of sex toys suspended on hooks. We were drawn to a shoulder-height display where a few rubber playmates were exhibited. I turned my head side-ways, and then upright again; and even at a different angle, they were undoubtedly sex toys. I imagined that touching them would be like handling play dough art and pottery clay.”

“Indifferent Deceptions” – Erotique (to be continued)

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Rhonda