A Trip to the Porn Shop

Where I live the porn shop refers to the stereotypical adult book/video/toystore chain. The erotica shop is the women-run (but founded by a man so his daughters wouldn't have to go to the porn shop) sexuality educational center (as I like to think of it).

Friday night at a late dinner a friend commented that she had recently called things off with her latest fuckbuddy. I asked if she had a good vibrator. When she said no I took her by the porn shop (located near the restaurant and open until 2 am) to check out the selection. She found one that she may return to buy on ladies Night (20% off on Tuesdays or something). While she was browsing I called Status Quo Guy and inquired about what he might like to see me leave there with. He seemed a bit taken back by the question. When I said something about a vibe that cold also be sued to enhance sex he commented that a toy like that might make him feel, as he put it "that the man is no longer necessary during sex". I assured him that nothing replaces the feeling of the real thing. Much to my surprise he then suggested handcuff or a paddle. I was shocked silent for a minute. Did Vanilla Boy jus suggest a paddle? He did indeed. He also suggested massage oil, but was not so keen on the flavors that they had. I was not so keen on the idea that the massage option did not seem reciprocal.

I thought about buying handcuffs, but wanted to think about it some more. Plus I prefer to spend the $$$ at the erotica shop (lord knows that the porn shop makes enough dough through their website). I figured that if Vanilla Boy had the guts to admit to me that he was curious about light bondage (which I myself have never really tried) then I may as well encourage the exploration.

The next morning I was off to the erotica shop. I found out that they do not carry handcuff per say, as they are bad for one's wrists and joints and bones. (Very thoughtful of them). I ended up with a pair of soft handcuff-like restraints.

While in the store I began to speak with the only other customer there, a man who told me he was shopping for a Valentine's Day present for his wife, to spice up their sex life. I thought it was a very good thing he was doing and told him so. At first I think he was weirded out that I was speaking to him. Funny how erotica/porn stores sometimes make you feel like you have to keep your head down and not make eye contact with the other patrons. I mean, this place has a vagina puppet on the wall and a neat little library section. It's not some dirty porno shop in Times Square.

Now I just have to figure out what to do with SQG when I've got him strapped to his headboard.....