I’ve always found sex shops strangely sexless myself. Which is odd, given my filthy mind. I can stare at nude photography and erotica quite happily (very happily, in fact), but give me a porn mag and I’d instantly prefer a cuppa. I can’t get excited by handcuffs or leather wrist restraints, but the same thing done with ribbon or clothing is sexy in my book. I don’t really understand it either. :)