a regular #sexshopstories

There is a regular customer at work I am worried about.

He has come in every day this week to see me. One day he even came in twice, the last time to introduce me to his dog while they were out for a walk.

He’s an older guy, married, nice. But he’s drawn to me, I can tell.

This is not good. It has all the makings of a coming-of-age/rites-of-passage European film.

Older man seeks spiritual redemption from young woman who works in an adult boutique.

You know you’ve seen that shit before.



It’s been a long time since I have been active on this blog. I am going to change that. Yesterday, I found out that I lost a friend. He was a fellow kinkster, a fellow writer, and a big supporter of my writing. He had taken me to my first D/s club years ago. He listened and guided me. He was there and he knew. He told me once that he loved my “cracked” smile. He made me laugh. We had stories. I don’t think I would have finished my book without his encouragement. It was dedicated to him. I can confidently say that my life would be different if I had never met him.