The Quest to the Sex Shops in a Faraway Land

What is your fear when you enter a sex shop?

You might say, none, but here in Asia, people enter a sex shop carefully, and cautiously.

I used to have fun visiting sex shops in Malaysia until I realised all the stuffs are Muslims-friendly.

ie: condoms that don't protect you from pregnancies nor STDs, souvenirs, mugs, etc etc.

Those stuffs are wannabe-kinky but not at all kinky. Only people who mistaken themselves as the kinky type will enjoy using those things.

I have expanded my quest to the sex shops in Singapore, they are bigger, braver, kinkier and naughtier.

You see a lot of board games, wide selection of kinky lingeries, whips, edible bras and also a wide selection of vibrators.

Besides, there are silicone vaginas that come with a little tester vagina on pack where you can stick your one finger in to test before your purchase.

I did not stick my finger in but I am sure it feels like you are fingering somebody who is extremely quiet.

You see, I do dress up properly when I am in Singapore, the way I cannot dress myself in Malaysia as it is more dangerous and conservative, therefore, when I enter the sex shop alone, I do get a lot of attentions.

No, I am not saying I am oh-so-glamourous nor anything, when you see a single woman who is properly dressed in a sex shop, you mistaken her for a prostitute or somebody who fucks thousands of men crazily, which I aren't.

Girls usually go with companions, like boyfriends, or their girlfriends and they dress up casually.

I had dragged Alberto into the shops with me several times but not a lot, last time when I was in there, the shopkeeper asked me if I wanted to purchase a real-penis-like vibrator, in front of him.

Duh, is she really stupid or what?!

I would've pointed at Alberto and told her I already have one, but that shy boy would really kill me later so I better not.

So yesterday, I went to a sex shop in Singapore, that shop just recently expanded into one lot bigger.

Therefore, they have more stuffs and more customers too, of course.

Like I said, the attention.

Several uncles there looked at me like they wanted to have sex with me for free.

They gave me gaze like, "oh my god, you tried to dress yourself decently but you can't hide the vixen you are inside, tsk tsk tsk girl.."

Or this, "what kinda girls enter shops like this?! Sluts!"

I won't forget how this uncle in his late 40s/early 50s looked at me.

I was very offended, of course, then I looked back at him, he was embarrassed and looked away.

I like western men more in this sense, they never look at you twice when you are in a sex shop.

Then I gave this other uncle my attention, as he looked quite old, late 50s, but holding a kinky red lingerie in his hand while selecting another kinky lingerie with his other hand.

That man completely opened up my eyes, I never thought guys in their 50s are still kinky in this sense!!

I thought when you grow older, sex becomes a routine, apparently not.

... and I really wonder who's going to put that on for him!

... then I pictured him lying in bed wearing a grandpa-boxer, throwing his hands behind his head and waiting to see his woman performing the fashion show, you know, like our dearly beloved Dr Chua Soi Lek.

You remember or heard of our Dr Chua? He was the ministry of health in Malaysia awhile ago until he was captured on tape, screwing another woman who is not his wife.

Hypocrite, he once told men in Malaysia to be faithful to their wife!

Then he said, he made a mistake, to screw that woman in the same hotel, same room.

The adultery is not a mistake, same hotel same room is, he means.

How pukey is he?! And he was pretty kinky on tape, so was the fashion show!

Yuck..

That moment I totally realised, kinkiness works better with hotter and younger men.

Then this shopkeeper came around asking me what am I looking for and if I need her assistance.

Aren't you totally annoyed when somebody ask you that during your visit?

I came so closed pretending I was looking for something very very kinky with the function of the anal beads but with the look of a kinky whip with fluffy handcuffs attached, of course, I made that up, but I don't like to talk so much to the assistants when I am in a sex shop, just in case they started introducing me stuffs I don't want to buy.

Like the lifelike-penis vibrator I told you about!

Or even worse, a silicone vagina!

They get shameless asking you to buy stuffs from them, then they started teaching you how those stuffs work like they're an expert, duh.

A wannabe scientist don't teach Einstein Science! Same in this case.

Then she asked me if I need her assistance I can just call for her.

Duh, she could take this chance to ask me anything, I know how every stuff in her shop works!

Walking around looking at the stuffs, I am sure sex shops in the west will open up my eyes even more.

What is my only worry when I am in a sex shop?

That is to see my father.

No, I do not worry for him to know that I am naughty, he knows what I am.

I just don't want to know that he is secretly naughty and kinky.