Congratulations to Vennic! She’s the winner of Party Wall by Cheyenne Blue!
Look! Cheyenne Blue, author and all around amazing human being, stopped in to share her thoughts on sex shops and her latest release, Party Wall. She’s giving away an e-book copy to one lucky reader, so be sure to drop a comment in the space below. We’ll draw the winner on Friday, October 13.
The first time I visited a sex shop, was in Kings Cross, Sydney in the late 1980s. Back then, Kings Cross was definitely the undesirable part of town, rife with seedy bars that even I wouldn’t set foot in (and I’d try most places). But my girlfriend and I wanted a vibrator, and in those pre-internet days there was only one option.
We checked out the street, up and down, just in case someone we knew was lurking outside. Then, once the coast was clear we bolted inside the door, stepped around the security screen and into the shop. It felt icky. There wasn’t much on display: racks and racks of magazines all in plastic shrink-wrap, with terrible photos on the cover of men with enormous dicks, or women with tits like watermelons and red lips suggestively open.
We looked around. Moved closer together. There was a room to the side with racks of video cassettes. Off to one side were private viewing cubicles. As we hovered uncertainly, a man pushed past us, video in hand, to the counter. The bloke serving took it without a word, gestured to one of the cubicles and disappeared with the cassette.
I can’t remember if the floor actually was sticky, but in my memory it is. It should have been.
There were no other women in the shop. No live ones anyway, only the plastic, puckered, celluloid, shrink-wrapped porn stars. Or the inflatable sort.
The man behind the counter looked us up and down. His gaze lingered on our linked hands. “Can I help you, ladies?” There was enough of a hesitation before “ladies” to make it obvious what he thought of us.
Somehow, we stammered out our request for a vibrator. Without a word, he pulled down some items. There wasn’t much choice, maybe three or four. He stared at us as we stared at them. My girlfriend asked for batteries to turn them on. He leered. “You can only try them at the counter, ladies.” As if we were going to run into one of his cubicles to try them in private.
I don’t remember what the others were like, but we ended up with a gold coloured cylinder with a tapered tip, a bit like a fat, blunt pencil. It had one speed. There was no aesthetics to it whatsoever and, as we found out later, the batteries flattened after every use. We bought it anyway, and fled.
A couple of minutes later, there was a loud shout behind us. My name. “Hey! Cheyenne! You forgot your credit card.” I turned, and the same creepy man stood in his doorway, waving the card. I thought about leaving it, I really did, but I slunk back and grabbed it, conscious of the judgmental stares piercing the back of my neck.
Luckily, those times are past. Long past. There’s internet shopping, of course, and sex shops are now very welcoming to women, indeed, those I’ve been into lately had a woman behind the counter. There’s no judgment, no shame, a wealth of positive information, and there’s as many (or more) toys for women as there are for men. You can browse, choose, open the packaging, feel the toys in your hand, turn them on, fondle them. Indeed, buying a vibrator in Australia now comes with a how-to-operate-it demonstration. Apparently, it’s obligatory.
Nowadays, few people take issue with a sex shop. Few people that is, except Freya, a character in my romantic new novel, Party Wall. Freya eschews the physical and strives for a more spiritual lifestyle. A quiet life filled with close friends, her yoga practice, and her new-age store in the small town of Grasstree Flat. So when exuberant newcomer Lily moves to town and opens a sex shop right next door to Freya’s new-age shops, sparks are bound to fly—and they do.
Lily’s sex shop is aimed at women, encouraging them to make the most of their sexual selves. Freya’s business encourages them to seek out their inner selves. What’s worse is that the businesses share a party wall and workshop area. Freya can’t escape Lily, no matter how hard she tries.
Party Wall is available now from Ylva Publishing, Amazon, and other retailers. I hope you’ll give Lily, Freya and both of their businesses your patronage between the pages of this novel.
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From the moment Freya looks in the window of the brash, new sex shop in Grasstree Flat she knows it will be nothing but trouble. For a start, it will clash with her own New Age store right next door. And she’s right. Outgoing newcomer, Lily, begins to intrude on Freya’s well-ordered life. Freya’s friends, lifestyle, and even her cat are all affected by Lily’s magic touch. Even Freya’s yoga classes rub shoulders with Lily’s sexual-expression workshops. Lily stands for everything Freya has lost in life: playfulness, spontaneity, and delight in the physical. And sex. But does Lily have more in common with Freya than the wall that divides them?
A lesbian romance about crossing the lines that hold us back.
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Cheyenne Blue is the author of four romantic lesbian novels with the fifth due out in June 2018. Her most recent release, Party Wall is now available from Ylva Publishing along with her Girl Meets Girl” series of interconnected novels.
She is the editor of Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire and First: Sensual Lesbian Stories of New Beginning. Her short lesbian erotica is collected in three volumes of Blue Woman Stories. She lives in a small house with an enormous deck in a rural area of Queensland, Australia. Check her out at www.cheyenneblue.com on Facebook or Twitter.