A deal with a demon

"Right, yeah," he should have known that, but for some reason it had slipped his mind. Many things were slipping his mind.
As they stepped out of the apartment, he put his arm around her, loving the feel of her next to him, even if it was inside all of these clothes. Something about it felt even better.
"I don't know if I'd need anything, just the basics and whatnot."
He had never been into the kinkier side of se, or anything else for that matter. Dressed pretty conservative, no piercings, only one tattoo, on his arm. Something his friends had done when they graduated from high school. It didn't hurt that bad, but then again, he was piss drunk.
Something about her made him think maybe it might be something new to try. With her next to him, he knew he could try a lot of things.
 
Katarina

I smiled as we got to my car. It was a quick jaunt to the nearest store and after letting hims select the items he needed. I suggested we do a little clothes shopping. He picked out a few things and I smiled and paid in cash this time. We were walking in the mall and I noticed a quaint out of the way store and suggested we browse a little before finding a place for lunch. It had been a very pleasant morning, with him by my side. People looking at us occasionally.

We entered the store, I noticed the novelty lotions and other assorted odd gifts. My fingers trailed knowingly over several things and I asked if there was anything he liked.
 
Anal beads?
He cocked his eyebrow as he looked at the thing. Didn't seem too erotic, whatever the hell it was. People didn't actually put that in their... did they?
Weird.
Dildos, every shape and size. Some that looked lifelike, and some that didn't even look like penises. One wasn't even a penis, it was a fisted hand? No wonder he had never been in here before.
Good Lord.
He moved through the array, to some more relaxed toys. Videos and magazines that didn't look half bad. A little display of some sexy lingerie that perked more than just his curiousity.
A few novelty items. He gave a laugh at a few of the "special" greeting cards. Candy in the shape of penises, balloons with dirty pictures on them.
By the end of his little tour, he felt this wasn't such a bad place. Should have come in here a lot sooner.
"The black teddy," he moved in so close that he almost had to whisper it to her. For some reason he didn't feel comfortable saying it. He pointed at the display, a thing that would accent all the right curves and make any woman look like a goddess inside of it.
 
Katarina

I smiled and nodded, I had sensed he would choose lingerie. He just didn't seem the type to need special props to heat things up. I smile as my fingers run along the rack and pick one up in my size. I move to the counter and pay for it, "Hungry," I ask as we walk past a couple of restaurants in the mall.
 
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