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While I wait for the last of the customers to leave, I go say hello to Story and head to the lactophilia section in the shop.

Expecting to see everything in the same place it always is, I gasp when I notice a single book is gone.

Not just any book.

Thebook.

The book you read when you’re discovering you like milk, and not out of the carton.

I can’t wait to tell Herb.

There’s another one of us in Salem, finally.

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Chip

It’s kind of a dumb game, I admit, but it helps me get the courage to go inside. If I imagine each person going into the DNFbookstore having a strange kink the way I do, it makes me feel less alone.

I know what I want is strange. I knew it before I lost my virginity even. When I’d finally got the courage to ask my first and only girlfriend if she would be willing to explore the things I wanted and craved, she laughed. Then she called me a gross mama’s boy.

The worst part of her reaction? It was everything I was afraid of, all the things I’d dreaded. Not only was she not into it, but she was no longer intomefor liking it.

AndI got called a mama’s boy.

She was wrong there, though. I want what I want and like what I like based on one thing:how hard it makes me cum.

The first time I masturbated to my fantasy, I came like a geyser. Not just any geyser. I’m talking Norris Geyser Basin levels of shooting. Okay, maybe not 300 feet, but you get the idea.

I came hard.

Obviously, the next logical step is engaging in the kink rather than just jerking off to it.

And since I have been rather unlucky in finding a woman into it, I’ve resorted to cringe-worthy lengths to simulate it.

Unrelated, I buy a lot of oranges. And before I buy them, I root through the grocery store bins under the guise of looking for the freshest when in reality? I’m looking for the oranges with the biggest pedicels.

It’s… embarrassing. I know.

With two oranges in my back seat waiting for post-bookstore play, I keep my eyes focused on the door, trying to calm my nerves.

No one has entered the bookstore in a few minutes, and just as I’m about to head in, I pause. There’s a gorgeous woman withlong blonde hair pulled into a low ponytail wearing a faded blue polo holding a large Shop Vac to her chest turning the corner.

My eyes veer back to where she appeared, landing on a large van with a faded oval decal centering the side. L&H CLEANING SERVICES. Though I haven’t seen her before, I have seen the van before.

Even though I know she’s likely the store’s cleaner, still, to ease my nerves, I play my game.

“She’s… really, really hot and she’s…” I clear my throat, despite being alone, making the comment aloud is unlike me. “Got a huge rack.” My dick thickens. “She’s probably not single so… I’m going to say… her thing is…. Being a dominatrix.”

If she has to work for other people all day, domming her man makes sense.

As she struggles to round the shop corner, I get out and head inside. After all, I’ve already been out front for thirty minutes. The shop closes in ten. It’s now or never.

I slip inside, ducking my head in a silent hello as Story, the quirky clerk greets me. Making a beeline for the “kinky love” section of the store, my fingers find and immediately graze the spine of the book. The one I’m always too uneasy to pull off the shelf.

If someone sees me with it, they’ll know.

But if I want this, if I want to live this in real life, someone will have to know. I’ll have to open up. Yes, I’ll be laughed at again, but… I have to try.

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