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Hi everyone! My name is Jayden Vincente (or J. R. Vincente) and I am an author of erotic fiction. I’ve been writing for 15 years and published my first novel in 2015! I am active in the BDSM lifestyle and have been focusing my writing on Dominant and submissive relationships.

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Play Parties! #AtoZChallenge

AtoZ2019PPlay Parties are fun, and so is my blog post over at A to Z about Passion, and other things that make great blogs!

This should be exciting! I can’t wait for the awkwardness that is Seth.

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Remember back in H is for Hot when I told you something had happened between Seth and me that told me we would never be an item? Well, I promised I would tell you the story, so here it is:

One Friday afternoon, I was helping a regular customer pick out an outfit for a play party she was hosting. After many failed attempts, she finally made a decision. I was glad that I could help her out, and rang her up with a smile.

When she took her credit card back, she slipped me a piece of paper. “Join us for the party tomorrow, darling. It will be a blast.” I stuttered a thank you, and she grinned over her shoulder calling, “Trust me! Just come. It will be fun!”

I caught the double entendre and smiled. Maybe she was right, but I had never been to a play party before, and the thought of a bunch of strangers having sex right in front of me was nerve-wracking. Sometimes my inexperience surprised people. One would think that having the contacts I did working at a sex toy store I would have experienced more, but that wasn’t the case. I had done many things by myself, and I had had both male and female partners, but I had never been to any play parties. 

By the end of my shift, I had forgotten all about the play party and the customer who had invited me. It was unusually busy, even for a Saturday, and the customers drove her from my mind. It wasn’t until I undressed at the end of the day, checking that my pants pockets were empty, that I realized I had left the invitation in my pocket. Folded up, it was the size of a business card. I unfolded it and realized that it had all the answers to my questions. Where, when, what to wear, what to bring… and to round out the “w” questions, I knew who and why!

I set it on the dresser and climbed into bed naked. Slipping my fingers down between my legs, I felt my hot core. I didn’t know why my pussy was wet, but I was so wet that I was in danger of making a mess on my sheets.

I angled my fingers so my nails wouldn’t press into the folds of my pussy and began to fuck myself with them. Then I switched to playing with my clit. My other hand wrapped around the comforter and held on tight like a lifeline.

As I neared orgasm, all I could think of was a room full of naked, sweaty, sexy bodies and how amazing it would be to be one of them, even though the thought of being naked in front of strangers terrified me.

After I had orgasmed, all I could think of was that party.

You see where this is going, right?

It never crossed my mind that anyone from the store would be at the party, but I would be so so wrong. But my roommates and I are getting ready to play Pathfinder, so I need to go prepare. You’ll have to wait for my next entry to see just how Queasy a play party can get…

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Thanks for reading my blog! Come back to read more of Isola’s stories throughout the month of April, and check out other A to Z Blogs here!

Online Ordering #AtoZChallenge

AtoZ2019OI’ll just let Isola get on with it.

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Many people prefer online ordering their sex toys anymore. It’s great when you can do that, and sometimes the packages are nondescript, but did you know that some stores allow in store pick up? That allows you to do your shopping from the comfort of your incognito internet window, but also not risk your roommate picking up your package.

This story has nothing to do with my job, but rather an experience I had when I first lived on my own.

My first apartment was in a high rise, with tiny little mailboxes. Packages would be held at a window, and you had to pick it up between certain hours.

One day on my way out to meet a friend for dinner, I checked my mail and saw the slip that told me I had a package. I couldn’t remember what I had ordered, but I knew that if I didn’t pick it up before I left, I wouldn’t have the opportunity when I got back. I took the slip to the window, got my package, and then debated if I wanted to go up to my apartment and drop off the box or not. I glanced at my watch and saw that I really didn’t have time if I was going to make it to dinner.

I was carrying a backpack instead of a purse, so I hoped that if I took whatever it was out of the box, I’d be able to slip it in the backpack instead of carrying the stupid box around. I tried using one of my keys to get the tape off the box, but it was too well packaged.

I went back to the desk and said, “Do you have scissors I can use to get this open?” The attendant pulled out a box cutter and offered to do it for me. “Sure that would be great,” I said brightly.

I wished afterward that I hadn’t. You have no idea how much I wished that.

He slit the tape open and then turned it to the side to make sure the sides were also split. Unfortunately, the box must have been only held closed because of the tape because it popped right open as soon as the tape was cut. And inside the box was the biggest butt plug I had ever seen.

Whoops.

I had totally forgotten that I had ordered it. But now the attendant at my mail office knew that I liked giant butt plugs.

On the plus side, it fit in the backpack, and I made it to dinner on time!

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Thanks for reading my blog! Come back to read more of Isola’s stories throughout the month of April, and check out other A to Z Blogs here!

Nipple Clamps #AtoZChallenge

AtoZ2019NI don’t know about you, but I am so excited because this story continues from F is for Fetishes. I want to hear more about the cute woman!

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The mousy woman from F is for Fetishes came back only a week or so after purchasing her butt plug. Knowing that she had an anal fetish, I thought she would be back for more anal toys, but she wasn’t.

She smiled at me shyly when she entered the store, but when I said a bright hello, she met my eyes.

“Is there something I can help you with today?” I asked.

“I’m not sure,” she said, dropping her gaze to the floor again.

“Okay,” I said, my voice low and comforting, “if you have any questions you can feel free to let me know.”

She nodded and turned away. She had combed the store the first time she was there, and this time she did something similar. She walked around and around the store, going up and down every aisle, looking at various items. It wasn’t until I noticed her at the nipple clamps twice that I figured out what she was looking for this time.

“You know,” I said, sliding up next to her, “there’s no shame in admitting what turns you on.”

She blushed but didn’t respond. She was holding a box with nipple clamps in it and was at least pretending to read the back.

“This is a totally safe space,” I said. “No one here will judge you for your interests, least of all me.”

“Have you used these before?” She hesitated mid-sentence, and I wondered if she had been intending to say nipple clamps but couldn’t quite bring herself to do it.

“I have,” I said. “Those are not great for beginners, though,” I said, indicating the ones she was holding. They were clover clamps and had some pretty nasty (in all the best ways) tips that would bite into flesh. I loved them, but they weren’t the best for starting out.

I handed her a different box. “These are a little more suitable.”

She turned the box over and started looking at the description. “Would you like to see them?” I asked her.

She nodded. I took the box back and opened it deftly, handing her the clamps. These were on a long chain and had rubber tips that would soften the grip a bit. “These look much better,” she said, her voice so low I almost couldn’t hear her.

“Would you like to try them?” I asked, throwing caution to the wind. I had permission to help customers try certain items. Low-cost items were definitely good, and it was with the understanding that used items couldn’t be resold, so if she chose not to buy them, the store was out the money for it, generally. I was pretty sure I could convince her to buy them, and if not, they were only $10.

“Can I do that?” she asked.

I nodded. “I can give you some privacy to try them if you’d like.” She didn’t look at all convinced. “Unless you would like some help,” I offered. I wasn’t sure she wanted it, but she nodded, more confident now.

“Sure,” I said. “Let’s go.”

The store was empty at that hour, so it was just the two of us. I took her into the back room through the door that said employees only. We had a small room where we did interviews, as well as took breaks, and Jeanette used it as an office when she was on site.

When we got into the room, she seemed to be shaking like a leaf in the wind. “Relax,” I said. “Take a deep breath.” She did. “I’m not going to do anything that you’re uncomfortable with. I promise. If you tell me it’s too much, or you don’t want to do it anymore, I’ll stop. No hard feelings.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

I smiled and placed a hand gently on her shoulder. “My name is Isola.”

“That’s pretty,” she said, “My name is so boring. It’s Sandy.” She rolled her eyes, and I saw the spark of fire in her. “So unoriginal.”

“I think it’s pretty. It suits you,” I said.

“Does it?” she asked, incredulous.

“I think so,” I said, “but if you don’t like it, you should change it.”

She shrugged. “It’s not worth it.”

“Maybe you just need a good nickname then,” I joked.

“Like what?” she asked.

I shrugged, “Maybe pet or babygirl?”

She giggled, and at that moment, I could totally see her as a babygirl.

“Shall we?” I asked.

She nodded, suddenly very serious.

“I need to see your nipples, Sandy,” I said, my voice low.

She pulled her shirt up over her bra and pulled her breasts out of their confines.

“I’m going to touch you now,” I said. I narrated each step of what I was going to do, when I was going to touch her and where, how hard and when it was going to hurt. Once the clamps were on, she was practically panting. “You seem to like this,” I said.

She smiled and blushed. “I do.” I smiled. “I also like hearing you say my name,” she said. “It’s the first time I’ve ever liked hearing it.”

“Well, I’m glad you like it, Sandy. You are a beautiful woman.”

She was practically moaning as I ran my fingers along the chain, gently pulling on the clamps.

“I’m going to take these off in a minute,” I said, indicating the clamps. “When I do, all the blood is going to rush back into your nipples, and it’s going to hurt. It’s okay to cry out, okay?”

She nodded, biting her lip. “I’m ready,” she said.

I gripped both clamps at once and released. Sandy did cry out, and it was very sexy. I rubbed my thumbs gently over her nipples, and she moaned my name.

I was getting turned on, and that didn’t help.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked.

She blushed and nodded, and I did.

I’ll have to come to Sandy and where things went from here in U is for Unlikely Union.

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Thanks for reading my blog! Come back to read more of Isola’s stories throughout the month of April, and check out other A to Z Blogs here!

Music #AtoZChallenge

AtoZ2019MI’m so excited to be in Week 3 of the A to Z Challenge! I hope you are all enjoying Isola’s stories! She does have quite the exciting life!

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Setting the mood in a sex toy shop is a delicate balance. It’s not the same as sex music, which has its place in the bedroom. It has to be seductive enough to allow someone to get in the right headspace to make purchases, but not so much so that people end up jacking off in the magazine aisle, as I told you in J is for Jacking Off.

Then there’s the debate between music with lyrics versus instrumental music. Personally, I think instrumental music allows for the mind to drift more. When the mind drifts and you’re surrounded by sex toys, it’s easier to imagine using them. So that’s my personal preference. Nothing with nature sounds. Only a select group of people would be turned on by that.

I do like piano music, though. Strings are nice. Nothing too loud or brash.

We also sell music! I bet you didn’t think of that, did you? Some classic songs allow for great sex. There are even some newer ones. I know most people don’t buy CDs anymore, but isn’t it great to have a mix of music without having to program it?

What are your favorite sex songs?

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Thanks for reading my blog! Come back to read more of Isola’s stories throughout the month of April, and check out other A to Z Blogs here!

Lube #AtoZChallenge

AtoZ2019LI’ll just let Isola tell her story…

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Today, I want to educate you on some different kinds of lube.

There are four basic types of lubricants. Water-based and silicone based. There are pros and cons to each, but there are some things to watch out for.

Water-based lubricants are easy to rinse off at the end of a play session, so that’s good, but if you are doing something in the shower, it won’t be very helpful.

Silicone-based are annoying to wash off and definitely require soap and water, but they last a long time. They are great when wearing a butt plug for an extended period of time! But make sure the plug isn’t made of silicone. Silicone lubricant and silicone sex toys are not a good mix.

Oil-based lubricants are easy to get in the kitchen, but the oil can stain your sheets.

Natural lubricants have a short shelf life, but they can be a good choice otherwise.

Whenever you are going to try a new lubricant, do your research! Consider what you’re going to use it for and how long you need it to last (in action and on the shelf). You can always go into your local sex toy shop and ask for the advice of someone there!

I give you this information as your friendly neighborhood sex toy clerk and because of my personal experience. I keep all of my sex toys in labeled bags (because of course I do), and one day I went to get out a vibrator and discovered that they were melted. Literally melted. The bag wasn’t near a heat source. All I can think of is that I forgot to clean one of my dildos and the silicone lube melted the silicone dildos. Well damn.

Maybe it was some other freak thing (leaky battery?), but whatever it was, I needed new vibrators. (I’ll tell that story in V is for Vibrator!) But just in case, research your lubes!

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Thanks for reading my blog! Come back to read more of Isola’s stories throughout the month of April, and check out other A to Z Blogs here!

Kisses #AtoZChallenge

AtoZ2019KI’ll just let Isola tell her story…

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Everyone has embarrassing moments. I mean, it takes a lot to embarrass me anymore, but that wasn’t always the case. Even there was a time in my life when I was young and naive.

I’m going to tell you a story about that, but don’t judge me, okay?

This goes back to when I was 18, so… a little more than a decade ago. I was dating a guy named Jesse. He wanted to surprise me with something for my 18th birthday, but I didn’t know what. He took me out to a movie, which I thought was pretty lame. I mean, it was a movie, cool, but I didn’t understand what it was so special. When we got in the car after the movie, I was wholly unimpressed by his surprise birthday gift. I was not any more impressed when we pulled into a parking lot to a nondescript building. There were no big signs to tell me what it was, and I had no idea where we were.

“Jesse?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” he said with a grin.

He jumped out and went around to open my door for me. After I was out, he shut the door, and he took my hand, leading me to the building. “Jesse,” I said again, “what is this place?”

He didn’t respond, but we were nearing the front door now. I could see that the glass on the door was all blacked out, and the words read “Welcome to Aphrodite’s Toychest.” I looked at Jesse in shock. I had always been interested in kinky things. I had little experience with it, but I was definitely interested, and he knew it. We’d had whispered conversations in bed about fantasies, but he had never pressured me to try something before I was ready. And here we were at a sex toy shop.

I looked at him with wonder in my eyes.

“I’ll buy you whatever you want, baby.”

I was speechless. I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him, but at just that moment, someone came out of the store and slammed the door open right in front of me. I was shocked that someone was there, standing right in front of us as we kissed.

“Get lost, kids!” he yelled.

For all of Jesse’s faults, standing up to someone wasn’t one of them. “Excuse me, Sir,” he said politely but firmly, “but we’re of age and we were just about to go into the store.”

The guy grunted in response and stomped off to his car.

I was trembling as we entered the dark store.

An employee was there within seconds. “I’m so sorry about that. Are you both okay?”

I could only nod, but Jesse assured the woman with long silver hair that we were.

“If there’s anything I can do for you, please let me know.”

Jesse thanked her and started to walk away, but I found my voice at last. “Actually,” I said, and Jesse stopped beside me, “it’s my birthday and my boyfriend said he would buy me something, but I don’t even know where to begin.”

The woman grinned at me, and I saw perfect white teeth and a smile that lit up her eyes. “I am more than happy to help you with that,” she said. She offered me her arm, and I took it, Jesse trailing behind us as Jeanette gave me a rundown of all the possible fun toys I could get. Before I knew it, the rudely interrupted kiss was forgotten.

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Thanks for reading my blog! Come back to read more of Isola’s stories throughout the month of April, and check out other A to Z Blogs here!

Jacking Off #AtoZChallenge

AtoZ2019JBefore we get to Isola’s story, go check out my post on the A to Z Blog! J is for…

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You know how there are sex toy stores that have viewing rooms where one can go to view porn privately, right? Those are the types of places where people rent the room, and you know that they are doing it so that they can jerk off. That’s fine. That’s private, you (hopefully) clean up after yourself, and everything is good.

Our store doesn’t have that kind of space!

So let me tell you what a shock it was on a random Monday morning to find someone looking at magazines and jerking off to them.

I walked back there to make sure he didn’t need any help as he had been in the back a while, and what I found was that he was standing in the aisle with his fly down and his cock out stroking.

“Dude,” I shouted.

“Huh, what?” he said. He hadn’t even heard me approaching, and let me tell you that I tend to approach loudly so as not to sneak up on people. I don’t want to surprise anyone, but I surprised him.

“You can’t do that here,” I said.

“Do what?” he asked, and he actually let go of his penis and stood there with it sticking out at me.

Now I like men, and I like penises, but this was wholly inappropriate.

“If you don’t stick your penis back in your pants and leave right now, I’m going to have to call the police and have you arrested for indecent exposure,” I said. I was doing my best impression of someone tough. I am not particularly tough, but that was the impression I needed to give.

“But this isn’t a public place.”

“Well, see, it kind of is. You aren’t renting this space. It’s a public space that anyone over a certain age can access, but it’s still a public space.

He stared at me for what felt like forever but was probably only a few seconds, and then he put his penis away. Thank goodness.

“Goodbye now,” I said, and I watched as he left the building.

As the adrenaline pumping through my body slowed, I couldn’t help but feel at least slightly exhilarated by the experience. In truth, it might have been kind of hot to watch someone masturbating, if only it had been in a slightly more appropriate location.

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Thanks for reading my blog! Come back to read more of Isola’s stories throughout the month of April, and check out other A to Z Blogs here!