#personal and fandom

So, P and I just went to a local donut shop, Crispy Cream (the original, not that awful Krispy stuff!), because my mother had a hankering for some fried pastries and I could not deny her request after she’d had such a good physical therapy session.  We get there, I order the donuts and myself a cronut and a coffee. Dude - he looks about 25 or so - fills the order and that’s when everything breaks down...

“I write fanfiction,” I tell him. “And after my husband brought me a cronut the first time, I was so inspired I put it in a story.”

His eyes light up as he says, “That’s so cool! Is it online? Can I read it?”

Shit! Um... “Well, yes, it is, but...” I lean across the counter and explain, “It’s a very adult story. You might not...”

“OH, that’s no problem.” Now he’s getting me a pen and paper! “Can you write down the web address. I’d love to read it.”

“Are you sure...” Thankfully P is talking to some old man about the little water fountain just outside the shop “... about that? It has a lot of, ah, adult situations...” (I’m talking about Dig Down Deep, people! It’s just unabashed smut! Bondage and blow jobs, naughtiness and naked Molly! Ugh!!! But I do it; he’s all hopeful and nice and I cannot say no. I give him the web address and he starts to ring me out) “.. you know, sex,” I whisper as the old woman sitting at the counter a couple feet from me gives me the stink eye. 

He laughs and waves me off. “I didn’t charge you for the cronut,” he says with a wink. “I can’t wait to read your story.”

Sigh... Now I can’t go into my favorite donut shop anymore... They’ll all think I’m a perv! I’m not ashamed of writing, understand, but to real people who may or may not like light BDSM my fic could come across as freaky. Here we’ve sought out something because we have an inclination if that makes sense?