Page 4 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
After I got into my apartment, it was past three a.m. I climbed into my bed where I would sleep until noon. But before I closed my eyes, I texted him.
Okay. December 19th. I’ll be there.
An immediate reply dinged.Of course you will. Now get some sleep.
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Rivi
Without GPS, I might never have found the place. My shopping destination. A kink shop catering to all kink needs. The place was called The Haven, and it was on a side street surrounded by warehouses and run-down buildings. But The Haven itself had a modern façade and looked well kept. The parking lots in the area were lumpy and full of weeds, The Haven had a fenced lot that looked brand new.
At first I thought I had to pay for parking. There was an attendant, but no signs. But then I realized it was security. Wow. Okay. That meant this place did well enough off the beaten track to make customers feel secure.
The guard stared at me for a few seconds, then nodded me on. I didn’t feel too uncomfortable.
I parked near a few other cars, got out and straightened my lime green, faux sheep’s wool jacket. I put my Peter Pan purse over my shoulder sideways, pushed up my glasses, kept my eyesstraight ahead and bravely headed for the entrance, my breath making mist on the cold air.
The inside was the size of a large grocery store. I blinked, body immediately responding to the warmth and the lighting. I saw long glass counters along the front. A Christmas tree with phallic ornaments stood to the left of the door, glimmering with lights.
A cashier at one of the counters turned and looked at me, one eyebrow raised.
“Hello. Welcome to The Haven.”
I raised my hand in a little wave. “Hi.”
“First time?”
I nodded, trying not to blush.
He paused, looking me up and down, then said, “That’s good. Enjoy.” He glanced away as if during that exchange I’d been judged, vetted and accepted.
Ahead of me were long aisles full of stuff. Wonderful stuff from what I could glimpse. The stuff of my dreams.
In the space between the counters and the aisles, I saw a big adult rocking horse. It was so tall it would take a step ladder to get on it. This was definitely a centerpiece, perfect for some rich guy’s playroom, and probably cost a fortune.
Luckily, I wasn’t on the hunt for rocking horses. At least, not now. But I did walk by it close enough to touch the polished wood of one flank. It was smooth as if carved from marble.
I heard voices in other parts of the store. I wasn’t the only shopper here, which made me feel less conspicuous and strange.
The first aisle had racks and racks of leather attire and accessories. I hurried on, wanting to take in everything. But leather wasn’t my thing.
I came around a corner to another aisle. Shelves on either side contained cases of dildos of every size imaginable from little pinkies to dicks as big as construction cones. There was no wayanyone could take that huge of a dildo without serious injury. They had to be for show. Right?
Mixed in with the dildos were collections of butt plugs. Some came in sets cushioned neatly in boxes with clear lids. There was so many. I’d never played with a plug or a dildo before. I didn’t know if I’d hate it or like it.
I walked slowly, taking it all in. The Internet contained a huge selection of items like these, but it was different seeing it all up close and personal. I touched some of the cases with my fingertips. Maybe I never wanted to play with toys like these, but I was in awe.
I walked down aisles with costumes. Police. Security. Prison guard. Soldier. Uniforms were definitely a big deal for many into kink. They were almost ominous hanging before me.
The next aisle held more clothes and as I moved down I nearly squawked in joy when I saw the adult-sized onesies. Here was my starting point. My heart rate rose.
Soft flannels met my gaze, mostly in pastel colors which I adored. The patterns showed off bunnies and bears and unicorns and sheep. Baby ducks. Kittens. Puppies. One had pink baby bottles on a pale blue background. I reached up to feel the flannel. So pretty.
Then I began to look for my size. Extra small. And there it was. I took it down and touched it. It had a flap that buttoned in the back just like baby Michael’s from Peter Pan. I owned one onesie. Now it looked like I would have another. The price was high, but still affordable.
I also picked out another onesie, yellow with unicorns, that had long sleeves but left the legs bare. I couldn’t wait to try it on at home and preen in front of my mirror.
Before I realized it, I was carrying too much to add to my dream pile. I didn’t know what to do.
