Sex Shops – Not for the Faint of Heart by Cheyenne Blue (plus a FREE e-book!)

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.

Good luck!

Party-Wall-800 Cover reveal and PromotionalThe 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.

Leave a comment on this post about a sex shop to be in the running to win an ebook copy of Party Wall. Make a comment up if you want—it doesn’t have to be true.

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 on Facebook or Twitter.


  1. Our 14 year old son informed us yesterday that there is a XXX Adult store on the road the school bus took to his band competition. 😊

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  2. Great book- I especially enjoyed the character arcs.

    When driving across the country in the US you often see signs for “Adult Super Store”. The answer we once gave to the question “what is an adult super store” was “a place to buy things like tax returns, sensible shoes, you know- adult stuff”. Since the kids were teenagers at the time there was a lot of laughter. I’m not sure why the child even asked the question, probably to poke us adults.

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  3. The first and only one I ever went into was a terrible example of a place of business. The “GUY” behind the counter was the only one we saw-thank goodness. On the counter-display case was the biggest dick I ever saw,4 inches around and a foot long. We couldn’t get out of there fast enough. My friend knocked it over on her girlfriends arm and then she had to pick it up (without touching it). We never laughed so hard.
    Count me in on the drawing please.

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  4. I went to a sex shop here in Dayton one Saturday with some coworkers! We had a blast! I found a black leather crop I just had to have. Of course I tried it out on all my mates! We were asked to leave when we had more than one person in the movie booth!

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  5. Great story and it sounds like a great book. I very self consciously went into my first sex shop with my first girlfriend after my divorce out of a traditional marriage. I had National Guard plates on my car and this was in the era of ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’. We parked in the back. Walking in a found a clean, well lighted shop with one person, a woman, working the floor, replacing whatever patrons moved and keeping a general eye out for questions and ne’er do wells. A man worked the counter. A very knowledgeable man about their products and the type of videos we were looking for – lesbian, for lesbians, not for straight men. He was so ‘helpful’ and polite, we left with a couple of toys as well.

    Fast forward two years. The girlfriend was gone. I was in the early stages of my relationship with my now wife and fast working myself out of a contract recruiting position. I needed to find a new gig and fast before the contract ended. I had a mortgage to pay. That same shop, part of a chain, was advertising for manager trainees with a generous salary and full benefits. With my girlfriend’s (now wife’s) approval, I applied. Unfortunately for me, so too did my manager in the contract job who had years of experience over me. She got it and I wished her well. I got a job managing a resale shop instead.

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  6. The only sex shop I’ve been to is Good Vibrations. It was brightly lit and welcoming. Back then there was only one in the Bay Area and now there’s a branch just a couple blocks away from home in a very residential neighborhood. Times have changed.

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  7. The gay and lesbian business directory had a listing advertising ‘women’s ware’. I had no idea what that was, I think I expected dinnerware, pottery with women’s themes. We walked in and there were dildos displayed on the wall! I could barely look past the top of the counter while walking through the store. Thank goodness for the internet!

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  8. My first toy was from local “adult novelty shop” a cheesy little downtown called The Last Place On Earth. Boldly self mocking though usually in print ads, for awhile there was a radio commercial “Whenever you need something that’s ~not for you~ it’s at the Last Place On Earth!”
    Sadly closed in a flurry of drama amid sales of scary synthetic drugs.

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  9. My gay male best friend and I went to a sex shop while on holiday in Canberra Australia (where brothels are legal); we saw a well-known male politician in there, looking at dildos & vibrators while two burly security guys tried to kinda hide him. We tried so hard not to stare or giggle. This was before mobile phones, or we probably would have tried to take a picture and gotten ourselves into BIG trouble. The lovely woman behind the counter with long orange nails & false eyelashes ignores our self-conscious blushes as we each bought a vibrator, bless her!

    Your book sounds great; if I don’t win a copy I’ll buy one… wait- that means I won’t win doesn’t it D’OH! 🙄😏😉

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    • I’d love to know which “well-known politician” it was! It could have been any number of them!

      Women and Words do a random drawing for the book, so you have the same chance of winning as everyone. Whether you win or buy your copy, I hope you enjoy it. 🙂

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  10. My first time in a sex shop I was 26, when I walked in the guy behind the counter just kept watching me. Not long after walking in I left.
    So glad we have internet to shop at our on time.

    Look forward to reading your new book.

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  11. Ah….the good old days. Creepy dark shops with greasy looking, shifty-eyed clerks chain smoking behind the counter. Hard plastic or stinky rubber toys of unusually large size perched upon dirty looking shelves. I always needed a good stiff drink before I could be talked into one of these places. Always felt like I needed a shower afterwards.

    Praise be the internet, and women shop owners!

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  12. Being a teacher in the bible belt meant that I lived, ate, and shopped about 45 minutes away from my job. Because the last thing I wanted to do was run into the parents of my students while on the arm of another woman. So you can imagine my surprise when there in the sex shop, ducked down by the dildos, was my boss the school principal.
    While she didn’t appreciate my lame joke about sex education, she did manage to give me a glowing review at my annual evaluation the next day.
    On a separate occasion, I ran into a preacher I knew. He said he was there to ‘witness’ to all of the sinners coming into the shop- lol. Clearly he was the biggest dick in there.

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  13. Hi,
    I really liked the sample from this book so I’m interested in this giveaway !
    My sex shop story is about my older brother and my mum. My brother (14 years older than me) came to visit once and he and my mum were walking downtown, which at the time had a lot of seedy areas. She stopped abruptly in front of a sex shop window, so he stopped too, a bit nervously, and they started looking at things and giggling the more they got into it. There was one particular item my mum couldn’t figure out, so my brother promised to investigate and let her know the next time he came to town. Sure enough, at the next family dinner they recounted their story, to all the adults’ great amusement (there was wine at dinner, must have helped). And my brother said cryptically “You know that thing, well…yes indeed” with a long pause and a blush (no mean feat for a man with a full beard) and everybody laughed very loud. Me being so much younger I had no idea what they were talking about. Honestly, I still don’t ! I used to walk by that sex shop a lot, and there were no mysterious objects to me…

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