It’s your birthday today and I promised to take you downtown where we would search the stores for the perfect gift for you. The weather was warm as we popped into shop after shop. You tried on jewelry, scarves – even hats, but nothing really jumped out at you as being right. We continued walking down a side street when we came across a “sex toy store.” And not one of those gross, seedy places you see in the darker corners of town. This was a real “boutique.” Very upscale. We both looked at each other with curious smiles before I took you by the hand and pulled you in. The shelves and displays were packed with every type of device that could go in, on, or around one’s body. To be honest, some of the devices looked quite intimidating, but we roamed the store, hand-in-hand, picking up various toys and exploring them with our hands.
I watched you run your slender fingers over a large, realistic, 12 inch dildo. Your fingertips stroking the bulbous head and tracing down the thick, veiny shaft. I had a moment of insecurity and wondered for a moment if you would prefer a man with a monster cock like that to fuck you. I was so relieved when you put it back on the shelf with a laugh, saying that you thought it was “fucking scary.”