Amanda was going through, what she would consider, a terrible dry spell. Her life was not completely devoid of sex, but she was in need of a man that was bold and aggressive, one that would take charge and not need to be told what to do. Lately, she had only been finding guys who over promised and under delivered, men who were timid and asked permission or worst with men who simply grunted and thrusted into her into they were satisfied. Amanda was frustratedly horny and desperate enough to try something a bit riskier, just to have her needs met.
Amanda had been visited a local love boutique during this time, slowly adding to her own personal pleasure chest, in a futile attempt to stave off desperation. The store advertised that it could take care of all the basics for both masturbators and couples, as well as offered some high-quality luxury sex toys. Unlike a lot of sex shops, this place was in a nice part of town, well lit and impeccable clean. Despite its clean, wholesome, for a sex shop, imagine it also host a number of video booths, in the back, for its patrons to privately view porn videos.