We finished cleaning each other and left the bathroom. Bradley is tense, I had not realized how late it is! I had hoped that the sex shop was open late, but you better hurry, just in case. “Bye,” I smiled, “Gino,” and so, Sarah and I were at the door.
We drove to my house to talk, to discuss what each of us thought we would find in the store. We expected, costumes, lingerie, jewelry, BDSM equipment, from any type of pornography, vibrators, dildos and sex dolls. That’s all we knew (and we do not really know about hardware BDSM, that they only have a certain general). I finally found the store, two blocks from my house. I fear that people recognize me here, but Sarah reassured me and told me that even if at 11 clock, someone saw us, it would not matter.
We, after a few minutes to gather our courage and went in (the store was not a small hut, it was fully developed, save in full size). We were first greeted by an unpleasant odor. It was a mixture of latex and … Spermicide, I think. The next thing we noticed was the layout, the seemingly innocent (if we address the pornography, sex games and bad costumes as “innocent”) things in the first zone, bottom BDSM equipment (a sign tells us so), various chemicals and preservatives in upstairs bar, and various toys.
“Can I help you?” chubby man behind the counter smiled at us.
“Uh, well, it is our first time,” I began.
“Your first time? At your age?” He asked.
I blushed at the thought of how out of sympathy for Sarah. “Nonono. Our first time in a sex shop!”

