Chapter Twenty five

We entered into the shop and I took in the red carpeted floors, the black wall boards designed with some gold stuff, the shiny chandeliers hanging a few feet above us. There was also a couch with some cushions, and a showcase–as wide as the whole room– that held different toys.

"I've never been inside a sex shop before. I'm really curious to see what they have," I exposed.

"Well, browse away," he commented.

I took a look at a shelf with several dildos on display in all colours and sizes.

"I didn't know they had dildos this small," I lamented, and point at a sliver one with a diamond at the bottom. It can't be longer than three inches.

"I mean, I prefer dildos that are thick and long, but some women might prefer smaller things. There's really something for everyone here," I remarked, my eyes sweeping the self.

"That's not a dildo, Payton," Adam laughed.

"Then what is it?"

"That's a butt plug," he answered. I feel my cheeks turn red. "You can use it for the feel of double penetration,