Being single at twenty-four was not how I pictured this part of life would turn out. It wasn't like I imagined getting married or having kids at this age but I believed by now I would have found my Mr. Right; the man that would steal my heart and sweep me off my feet. As cheesy as that sounds, it's all I've ever wanted.
My mom tells me to be patient, that good things comes to those who wait. Well, I've been patient enough and all that's gotten me is shitty dates with equally shitty men who are only interested in getting between my legs.
Anyways, I never realized how truly lonely I was until I attended my best friend's engagement party tonight.
Diane and I have been inseparable since kindergarten. I love her as if she were my sister. We did almost everything together, shared our hopes and dreams and even joked occasionally about getting married on the same day.
But Diane found love first. She's happily engaged to the man of her dreams. And while I was genuinely happy for her, I couldn't help but feel left behind.
My bare feet on the cold asphalt kept me awake as I stumbled home, careful not to trip over my own foot. I felt like I could pass out any second as my vision blurred and my head began to feel dizzy.
Perhaps I had one too many champagnes to drink but who cares! Seeing all those couples at the party made me feel like I was the only one who was unlucky. They all looked so lovey-dovey that it pissed me off.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!" I stopped and shouted up at the heavens. "DON'T I DESERVE LOVE TOO?!" But all I got in response was deafening silence, and the chirping of crickets.
I slapped a hand over my eyes and laughed, "I must be going crazy."
My laughter echoed in the noiseless street, there wasn't a single soul in sight and the only thing lighting my way home was the streetlamps that lit up the street.
Has it always been this quiet in my neighbourhood? I thought to myself.
I left the party a little after midnight and took the bus home. It wasn't really strange that no one was out by this time but I was suddenly aware of how dangerously late it has become.
I quickened my pace to get home quickly. But as I neared my house, I noticed a small shop on the side of the street that wasn't there this morning.
On the signboard was 'Magalea's Sexy Experience' written in bold fonts, highlighted by bright red and pink neon lights that flashed consistently, catching the eye of passersby.
My eyes were fixated on the sign, wondering when an adult shop opened up in my neighborhood without my knowledge.
My curiosity led me in the direction of the shop. And by the time I came to my senses, I was standing at the front door, reading the sign pasted on it which says 'We're open!'
I stared at the handle, questioning myself on what I was about to do.
I was never the type to seek pleasure with the aid of sex toys. Diane was probably into stuff like that but not me. I'm still a virgin at twenty-four and I'm not ashamed of it, vowing to myself to give my virginity to the man that deserves it.
However, I was yet to meet him so I've settled for using my fingers. But lately, it's becoming harder to satisfy myself with just that.
It could be the alcohol in my system or maybe the fact that I haven't experienced true intimacy with anyone before, but I was feeling rather adventurous.
With a puff of breath, I grabbed the handle, fueled by drunken courage as I pulled the door open and walked into the shop.
I was greeted by the jingle of the bell placed above the entrance door. The shop was eerily quiet and as expected, in the dimly lit interior of the shop was a myriad of pleasure toys, most of which I've never seen before.
I looked around for a salesperson or any of the shop's employees but found none.
"Hello?!" I called out. "Is anyone here?"
No one replied so I assumed I was the only one in the shop. It's weird; who leaves their business unattended like this?
Timidly, I wandered around the shop, passing display of products ranging from corsets and riding crops to collars, anal plugs and dildos of various shapes and sizes.
I flushed, face going bright red as I tried not to stare at a particularly huge dildo that was just too big to fit into a human.
"Who the hell buys stuff like this?" I questioned rhetorically, trying to keep my composure as I casually checked out a shelf with vibrators.
I told myself I wasn't going to buy anything. I was only going to look around for a while and then go home. At least, that was what I planned to do anyway, but instead I found myself reaching out to grab one of the vibrators from the shelf.
Unlike the rest it was displayed with, this one was noticeably bigger in size. It was black in colour and has a nice girth with veins running along the sides. It's length wasn't absured or exaggerated like the ones I passed earlier but it was lengthier than average, thicker with a slightly curved tip that gave it a distinct shape from the rest.
I stared at the vibrator, entranced by the design. For some odd reason, I felt.. drawn to it.
"That's a special product you've got there, young lady." I jumped, startled at the voice that suddenly spoke behind me.
"Sorry about that." Said the old lady that had suddenly appeared. "Are you alright, child?"
I took a cautious step back and eyed the old lady skeptically. "Who are you?" I asked.
The old woman beamed a smile as she introduced herself. "The name's Magalea, but my friends call me Maggie." She curtsied, bending her knees as low as her frail legs could go.
"Magalea? As in–" I motioned to the sign outside.
"Yes, dear." She smiled smugly, speaking with flourish. "Welcome to my shop, where I sell anything and everything to make your sex life a bit more flavourful, if you know what I mean." The old hag wiggled her bushy eyebrows and winked at me.
Surprised by the revelation, I gave the woman a scrutinizing look. She was a little shorter than I am and has a small hunch on her back. Though her appearance wasn't entirely unkempt, she wore a black dress with several tears and visible patches. Her white hair was a frizzled mess, held back with a black ribbon.
Around her neck hung several charms but the ruby necklace resting on her chest caught my eye the most as it glimmered and shined despite the poor lighting in the shop.
On every finger she wore a ring, some big and adorned with gemstones. And on her wrists, she wore golden bangles that made a rattling sound when she moves her hands.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say she looked like a witch. All she was missing was a witch hat and a flying broom.
Someone like her couldn't possibly be the owner of the shop, could she?
"Ah, I see you have your doubts about me, child. But I tell you, you have nothing to be wary of." Maglea said with an assuring grin, revealing her rotten yellow teeth.
Though I wasn't fully convinced, I chose not to say anything more about it.
"The item you're holding is one of a kind." Magalea said, motioning to the vibrator in my hand. My face heated up when I realized I was still holding on to the big black toy.
"H-How so?" I inquired, a little embarrassed.
"It was made to resemble the sex organ of wolf. This one's name is Draven. And he's all yours."
"A wolf?" I took another look at the vibrator and it looks nothing like the sex organ of a wolf. I would know because I watch a lot of wildlife documentaries.
And why is it named Draven? Who in their right mind names a vibrator? It's just silicone meant to pleasure you.
I looked up at Magalea who had a delighted smile on her face. The words that came out of her mouth were simply too ridiculous to be taken seriously. This old lady must have a screw loose or two.
"Okay." I simply said, putting the vibrator back on the shelf. "That was... interesting to know but I'm not gonna buy it."
"Oh? But why, dear? It was destined to be yours." Magalea said, taking the vibrator from the shelf.
"You're just saying that so I'd buy it." I fixed her with a pointed look.
"Are you certain about that?" Magalea quirked an eyebrow at me.
"I–" I started to argue but couldn't deny I felt a certain attraction towards the vibrator the second I laid eyes on it, weirdly enough.
Magalea smiled knowingly at me. "The moment you picked it up, it became yours." She said, placing the vibrator back in my hand. I stared down at it, once again enticed by the shape and size.
I spoke before I could even register the words that left my mouth. "How much is it?"
Magalea beamed, face lighting up with joy. "For you, I'll sell it at a low price." She said.
And just like that, I bought my very first sex toy.
"Have a wonderful night, dear." Magalea chirped as I made my way out of the shop with my newly purchased vibrator.
"And also," I paused, turning back to Magalea, waiting to hear what else she had to say. "I wish you good luck." She smiled mysteriously at me.