I had just finished a long client call when the doorbell rang. I opened the door expecting my usual fabric samples. Instead, I was greeted by a very confused delivery man holding an enormous box.
“Delivery for Amy Thompson,” he said, struggling with the weight. “It’s… uh… marked as fragile and adult.”
I stared at the box. The return address was some company called “Pleasure Palace.” My face turned bright red.
“That is not for me!” I hissed.
The delivery guy shrugged. “It has your name and apartment number. Sign here.”
I signed quickly and dragged the massive box inside, slamming the door behind me.
My hands were shaking as I tore it open.
Inside was the most ridiculous collection of adult toys I had ever seen. A massive purple dildo with rotating beads, a vibrating wand the size of
