This collection is just a choice sample of actual letters received by Stockroom's customer service (names omitted to protect the innocent).
Beyond the giddy-with-happiness kinksters trapped for years in a CB2000 by their dominant wives, three themes emerge: the repentent ex kinksters who have found God, the incarcerated who probably can't afford sex toys on a prisoner's wages (I guess they make their own out of whatever they can steal from the kitchen) but would greatly appreciate having female customer service reps of a kinky toy company as penpals, and the luckless-at-getting-a-date types who despite their frustration seem to be stockpiling sex toys just in case they meet Mrs. or Mistress Right.
There's also the downright odd, like the fellow who hopes his home enema kit will remove the 7 metal screws that have become stuck in his innards (if not, a fun time will still be had). Not appearing here is the Reverend, an elderly man-of-the-cloth who yearns to use his sex toys on hot, sweaty, muscular young men. |
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