Your sex life, you might say, has been solitary. You dated both guys and girls, but you never got intimate. All your relationships were three months at most, no more.

It was hard for you to bring yourself pleasure alone, so you decided to "brighten up" your sex routine by going to the nearest sex shop a block away from your apartment building.

As the clock struck 8pm, you packed your things and your work laptop, walked out of your office and after saying goodbye to your receptionist friend, headed straight for the convenience store.

The light only came from every two streetlights on the road, and the noise of cars relaxed you at least a little.

When you reached the cherished place, you sighed convulsively, holding on to the straps of your bag, and resolutely began to climb the stairs. Thoughts, feelings of shame and embarrassment started popping into your head. You crossed the threshold and the sound of bells announcing your arrival echoed through the store. And why would you do that, especially in an adult store? You thought and began to slowly look around the shelves of the store.

You scrutinized everything so carefully, even squatting down to examine the lower shelves, that it was terribly embarrassing. Suddenly you realized you were alone, but the door was open.

Because of the lump in your throat you were afraid to call the counselor, but you didn't have to. Soon, a tall man with a trim physique came out. He should be in the Special Forces, you thought.

"Good evening, can I help you with anything? Don't be shy, I'll give you a hint if you need anything." He said in a velvety baritone voice that gave you goosebumps.