Recently, I was in Houston, Texas for business. While there, I decided to buy C a new vibrator. There is an application called Yelp on my Iphone that I use mainly to find restaurants, but can also be used to find other commercial establishments. I checked “shopping,” “adult,” and a number of stores popped up. I picked the one that had the best reviews. The review that caught my eye said that “the staff was nice, and no question was too silly, or too perverted.” I was apprehensive about going to a sex shop but all the reviews claimed this particular one was a “classy” store with helpful people, and had existed in Houston for a very long time. I picked out a nearby restaurant and went out to dinner to get my nerve up before investigating the sex shop.
The particular area of Houston is interesting, with some nice restaurants, but is still a little sketchy. After dinner, I drove about two blocks to the store, a very sketchy area on east Westheimer near Montrose. I went into the store and it was large and well lit. I was the only customer, thank goodness. There were two sales clerks, a young man and a young woman, both very Gothic looking.
I wanted a Lelo Iris vibrator for C, and the Yelp reviews indicated the store might sell them. I walked to the checkout counter were the attractive Goth young woman was standing and noticed some Lelo vibrators in the display case. They were not what I wanted.
“Are these all the Lelo vibrators you have?” I asked the Goth girl.
“No, we have more back in the corner,” she said.
I walked back with her, and there it was, the Lelo Iris, a very pretty vibrator indeed. It was no more expensive than ordering on-line, so I bought it.
It was then I noticed a pale full of crops and canes. I picked up a crop and looked at the price, and was surprised how inexpensive it was.
“My wife spanks me,” I said,”and I need a new spanking implement.” I can’t believe I said that to her.
She didn’t bat an eye. “These are very good crops, even though they are cheap. I’m sure your wife would find it very effective.”
As we walked back to the cash register to check out, I muttered to myself, “I’m too old to be kinky.”
“You’re never too old to be kinky,” the Goth girl said. “Kink is what it’s all about.”
I hope she’s right.
When I got home, I showed the new toys to C.
“Thank you for the vibrator,” C said. Brandishing the crop, she said, “I will try to use this on you soon.”
I’m a little apprehensive about the crop. It looks pretty wicked. I don’t know how much of it I could take, and I don’t think C has a clue as to how to use it.
In any case, I don’t think it is an immediate problem, because two of our children have moved back in with us and spanking has become non-existent. It makes writing for this blog a little difficult.