An Aphrodisiac Apothecary: Your Secret in a Bottle.

An Aphrodisiac Apothecary.

You finally made the move—the big city. Your senses are more than just overwhelmed, they’re fried. You haven’t come to terms with the fact that no one knows you here. Though it was work that brought you to this place, it’s always been a dream of yours. Now that you’ve arrived, your initial fears are back after the illusion of bravery that was accepting this position has subsided. There’s no turning around now. Well, not until that two-year lease ends. Who would you be by then? Could you return to the small town where you came from? Would everyone think you were a failure? Is there already someone who’s taken your place among your old friends and the women who worshipped you? Your confidence is shot, you don’t feel sexy in this metropolis of supermodels and rock stars. Until, of course, you find the aphrodisiac apothecary.

After One Month in, Being Homesick was an Understatement.

In reality, you hardly left your fifth-floor walk-up. You managed to make your way to the bodega a couple of times, but once you learned of its number, you had it on speed dial for delivery. Nothing sad about that. Until, of course, you open your laptop and attempt to watch porn. Nothing. Nothing is working for you. None of the usual tricks are cutting it. An aphrodisiac apothecary would do you wonders once you find it. You grab your bulge hard, as if having a conversation to get him to comply. “Do your fucking job.” You say angrily, lying back onto the couch. Tomorrow is day one of the new job. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Maybe the morning will be different.” It wasn’t. You didn’t even try. The attempt would have been too discouraging, and you needed to focus.

Today, You Would Find Your Aphrodisiac Apothecary.

However, the first day was beyond rough. With every hand you shook, you thought to yourself, “They all know!” Aside from that, hot women everywhere. You really should have spent more time out of your tiny apartment the past month. You will find a bar after work. Time to hop on the subway. Hours later, you wake up and jump out. You’re very, very far away. Still feeling like a drink, you begin to walk aimlessly. After walking about a mile, you stumble upon a neon sign pointing down ‘Interesting.” You say. Walking down the candlelit stairwell, you feel a sensation pour over you, but you’re unaware as to why. One thing you do know for sure is that you like it. As you make your way down, you hear a voice projecting so boldly that you feel the vibrations down your thighs instead of through your ears. 

“Welcome To The Aphrodisiac Apothecary.”

After turning to see the body that belongs to such an intoxicating voice, you find yourself equally enamored. Tall with flaming red waves and ivory skin. A aura that reads “a woman with many talents.” As she looks at you, she looks into you. You know she wants you. Your feelings of unworthiness begin to dissipate. You move in closer and follow her lead as she brings you deep into her home, filled with perfumes, elixirs, candles, and candies. That overwhelming feeling is happening again, but this time, you feel safe. You embrace the overload. You love everything that is happening in this moment. She hands you a bottle. “Taste.” As you sip, your grasp begins to slip. All you can think about is pulling her face into yours and sliding the straps off her shoulders. Want to hear more? Make sure to read last week’s entry Secret Winter Garden.

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