Lovers Playground

I wont be making a trip back here id have to say. My husband and i needed a quick toy because i forgot mine at home. We needed something quick qnd decently priced. The store was neat and prices reasonable however the store smelled like ass. I wasnt sure if it was the «back» room or what. All i have to say is that was just disgusting. If you dont mind the smell then go for it. The woman at the register was nice so no others complaints!

This place deserves to be shutdown! They were very rude to me on the phone then threatened to call the police.

My best friend and i always go here after a night out and its too early to go in! We normally end up here about once a year! We check out the various toys and other interesting things there!
Whenever we go we are always the only females there and we laugh because we always see men speeding to/​from the back. What is in the back is it just videos or live women?
If videos, couldn’t the men just stay at home for that?

The mission: secure enormous black dildo.
The objective: place enormous black dildo in apartment of very uptight Republican friend while he’s hosting a Christmas party.
I live near the Pleasure Chest, but I’d found myself in the neighborhood here, and hey, why not take advantage of some of the smut still left in the area? After all, the West Loop used to be Chicago’s skid row. I appreciate the historical aspect, and where history is still intact and operational – even cooler. I was hoping to see a guy with a bottle of blue raspberry Mad Dog and one of those hobo suitcase bandannas on a stick, but no such luck.
So, the sex shop. I wasn’t here to try out products and then Unilocal about them, because frankly, people, that’s disgusting. No, I was merely in the market for an enormous black dildo. And like any hardworking American, I do not like to pay a $ 1 browsing fee when I’m shopping for enormous black dildos. I like how a place with jerkoff booths in the back has the audacity to charge people a browsing fee. Perhaps the browsing fee pays the mopper’s salary?
Fortunately the Pleasure Chest came through. Heh. Came.

This place is gross. DO NOT go there.
It’s the closest place to the condo and it was late so we couldn’t get to Cupid’s Treasure, the Pleasure Chest OR Early to Bed. We just wanted some water-​based glycerin-​free lubricant. (Glycerin can cause yeast infections, beware!)
Fortunately I was not subjected to the $ 1 «browsing charge» — but I was subjected to the crap they try to sell there. Jelly rubber dildos? («awesome, I love Phthalates!») Anal numbing cream («great! pain isn’t the body’s signal something is wrong and anal sex is soooo not possible w/​o pain»). This is the kind of stuff that nightmares are made of. No one should be selling this stuff. Especially marking it up the way they do. No one that works there knows anything about the products and you can’t feel the products/​vibrations– and don’t know what the toys are made of.
The «warehouse» is tiny, with a pretty small selection and cheap quality toys that are not all body safe.
They only had two kinds of glycerin free lube. I was hoping for Sliquid (ideally) or Slippery Stuff– no such luck. They didn’t even have Astroglide glycerin-​free. I ended up with Swiss Navy All Natural. It was nearly $ 10 for the small bottle.
The video booths in here are just the icing on the creepy cake.
Open 24 hours.

What better way to start my on-​again off-​again relationship with Unilocal by starting up again with a rather sexy review of the Erotic Warehouse?!
It’s better to put yourself in my shoes a few nights ago. Boyfriend and I were walking home from dinner on a nice evening when we walk by the Erotic Warehouse. Boyfriend says (jokingly, it think!), «We should go in and check it out». I respond «Yes!!» and am secretly beyond excited.
Boyfriend makes me walk in the door first because he is a little timid on these matters. What beholds my eyes, is something wonderful; when I finally lurch the door open whips, chains and a whole lot of panty moistening things greet my eyes. That’s right folks… this place is legit!
After 30 minutes of browsing (this place has a 30 minute browsing limit) we left empty handed, but not for a lack of great things to buy, but for an over abundance to great things to buy.
Whether you want whips, chains, outfits, movies, life like parts or just plan olé’ lube and condoms this is the place to go! Prices are good, hours are great (open 24 hours!!) and the thought that it is just around the corner from my boyfriends place is priceless!

Point blank… I love this place. I’ve been to a hell of a lot of stores like these, but this place I like. They help the shy and embarrassed to be there come in next time confident, eager and without a hood on their head lying about «this is for my friend.» Love it love it. Prices ain’t to bad either. Go there.

Pretty average place. Nothing too exciting.
However, a $ 1.00 cover charge? Really? For this?
Really lame.

I have been a fan of this place for over 7 years… I was just there the other day with a friend looking for a new BOB. Staff if very knowledgeable and friendly… although I guess sometimes friendly can be seen as creepy so beware. lol They have a small selection, but I am sure you can find something for yourself whether it be a magazine, toy or movie. I have never been in the back, but I have heard its a peep show type of scene. one day I will make it back there with someone brave enough. I just am not brave enough to go it alone. I usually manage to hit this place up late at night… and there is always an interesting crowd in there. Its a must go on a late night just for the environment and HAVE FUN with it!

Decent selection of porn and toys, backroom is full of trolls and gangbangers… not those kinds kids!!!

What’s a girl (or two) to do after they are wandering slightly tipsy (possibly intoxicated) down the street after spending way too many hours at a wedding with people they barely know?
Ding, ding, ding! Look-​y there! An erotica place up ahead! We glance at each other. No words are said. A mutual agreement is reached. (Because we have liquid courage). We somehow end up inside the erotic warehouse.
The name lies. It’s not as warehouse-​y as one would think. It’s small. Maybe it should be renamed erotic studio? Aw yea, that sounds sex-​cellent.
We were the only girls. We gandered at the huge dildos and vibrators. We laughed at the edible nipple tassels. I wanted them, just because they were edible and looked funny. But, that was the liquor talking to me. Or it was my friend. Egging me on to buy them because it seemed funny at the time.
Overall, pretty standard as far as your typical sex shop goes. We were dressed all fancy, and after we left I felt like I needed to wash my nethers after the long, dirty glances from the men working behind the counter.
And I thought it was odd they charge dudes a $ 1.00 to look. There must be some reason, and I don’t really want to find out why. Maybe it prevents the floors from being slippery.
But hey, a-​ok in my book because some sort of love keeps the world going round.

I have been a repeat customer of Erotic for years. Not that I am a huge perv, well that may actually be true, but the reason is you can actually shop there and feel like a real person, and not some dirty sexual deviant. A little porn never hurt no one, right?
The «warehouse» is not a warehouse at all, rather a small boutique of vids, toys, lotions, all sorts of weird s&m shit, complete with video booths in the back. My apartment might be bigger than this place but the selection is still robust and you can always find something to bring home to the family for blockbuster night. The location is halfway between Halsted Street and the United Center on Randolph next to the new and very sheek Alhambra Palace Restaurant (which I hear sucks by the way).
When you walk through the non-​transparent door you are immediately asked to pay a $ 1.00 browsing fee which will be credited to your purchase if you do indeed buy something. I have never actually paid the $ 1.00 because I have always been in the company of a lady (I’m so classy!). They encourage kinky couples because a couple that plays together, stays together. The staff is helpful, coed, and not too nosy. I often wondered what kind of person could take a job in a smut hut but these people look like the same type that you would see heading downtown on the train for work in the morning. The clientele is mixed; women, men, gay, strait. I was there once where minus the guy at the counter, I was the only guy in the place, all woman shopping.
My only real grievance is the video booths to the side. This is a creepy feature as you will notice someone shady come in real quick, ask for like $ 10.00 in quarters and dip off into the side room never to be seen again. Sometimes you will see people walking around back there between booths. I would not recommend going back there (Sen. Larry Craig ring a bell?).

1 star for the cleanliness and 1 star for the women behind the counter who probably hate everyone who come in.
yes, it was clean; yes, it wasn’t SO bad and didn’t smell funny. yes there was bright lighting. and, yes, i found my long lost osaki twister! (did you know that ‘osaki’ means ‘you first’ in japanese? too funny.)
and where were all the movies? i can’t remember.
what i can remember were weird dudes showing ID to the women behind the counter and then disappearing into a shadowy room off to the rear. hm. wonder what what was all about.
but after buying a random european film, i’ve decided that porn makes me feel sad and reminds me of an ex.
ick.
blick.
euww.

I used to work at the old CTA building which is just down the block from this place. And I would walk to my car and see a giant sign that says «Erotic Warehouse.» And I would always think to myself «Gee a whole warehouse of porn that must be a great place to go to.» Then eventually one day I did finally venture into here. And it was a nice place, it didn’t scream «EROTIC WAREHOUSE» like I hoped it would. Because I just imagined an actual warehouse filled with porno. And on the inside it looked more like a porn shop and less like a warehouse. And I was going to give it five stars. But I just remember how I was a little sad that the interior wasn’t one of a warehouse. Sort of like what the inside of Costco looks like, that’s what I was hoping for.