Secrets Adult Store

I’d rather travel 5 miles away to Fascinations Glendale then ever waste my time coming here again– and I don’t even drive. I was ID’d at the door, which is unbelievably outdated and unnecessary (do you even sell tobacco or liquor? Maybe I would have actually spent money there if they did) a
Merchandize was tacky and old, oversized dildos and old porn… customer service was in the s*#!%er, I will never return. Which is a shame because I can be a big spender at stores like this.
Wouldn’t recommend to anyone ever.

My boyfriend and I wanted to go shopping for adult toys and in one day we went to five different adult stores, Secrets surpasses them all by far! Honestly its already uncomfortable walking in and buying sex objects but the staff here really lightened the mood. This store was far cleaner and had a much better selection! Plus the staff actually cares why your in there and isn’t shy about telling you how certain things work. It’s such a relief from a bunch of teenage girls or a bunch of guys behind the counter. And in addition Secrets has a fantastic book selection! Needless to say my boyfriend and I were very pleased by the cleanliness, selection, and staff.

Just stopped by because they always have the Outfront Magazine. Well lit, lots of merchandise. Will have to come to see what they have on clearance.

Went to four total stores between downtown Denver & Aurora before stopping by Secrets. My Girlfriend & I were looking for certain types of toys & found the selection at the other locations rather disappointing. Secrets’ staff was very helpful & allowed us to look at each product, making for a very comfortable shopping experience. They had everything we were looking for & then some. Highly recommend.

Ridiculous mark up on the merchandise– ie prices are twice as much as what you would pay anywhere else for the same product. The staff was awkward– would not recommend.

Strange store. Claims to have «largest selection» in Denver but based on my own personal shopping experience, this store has the smallest selection of adult toys and goodies.
While I was there, clerks kept ruffling through DVD’s that made a very annoying clicking sound. They were more involved with their inventory than with helping me.
Then at checkout, the clerk, who appeared to be the owner with a thick European accent, started entering my driver’s license number into their computer system. When I asked what she was doing, she said she had a «right» to enter my driver’s license number into their computer system because they had a sign that said that they reserve the right to confirm your identify when using a credit card.
Immediately, I instructed her to stop entering my private information into their computer system. I left the store to the sounds of her European accent muttering some rather offensive things to me.
Again, a very strange store. Their selection is primarily DVD’s. Only about 10% of their store is adult products such as toys, so if that’s what you’re looking for, don’t waste your time here. And above all else, never consider paying with a credit or debit card at this store!

They should call this place «You Won’t Have ANY Secrets.» I had just moved into the area and went to the liquor store next door and afterwards thought, hey let’s look in there.
As soon as I walked in the young lady that worked there yelled out, «You looking for something particular?!» I was like «no» but I wanted to say «Jesus woman use your inside voice.» Apparently neither her nor the old Russian lady have an inside voice.
I start looking around and happened to these things called «Fleshlights» which I had never seen before, so I start reading the packaging. The young girl comes up and YELLS «Those are the hottest male masterbaters on the market!» 3 people looking at video turned and looked at me. It was so embarrassing, but it didn’t end there. She pressed on in her loud and uncouth voice, «If you like those you should look at these masterbaters, they’re only $ 69, they have this generic hole and they’re clear!!!’ I said, «I’m fine» and she walked away.
Not even 30 seconds later the Ruski, who had just finished helping a woman select a vibrator (and I know this because I could here her yelling across the store), came up and started LOUDLY trying to selling me the same $ 69 masterbater. All I could do was walk away.
When she walked away I went back to finish what I was reading. I picked up this one cause it was gold colored, just so I could look at it. The young girl (I’ll just call her Foghorn Leghorn), comes up and yells (I shit you not), «THAT’S THE STAMINA TRAINING UNIT, THAT’S A REAL POPULAR ONE!.» I seriously just wanted to punch her in her mouth. Now even the dildo buying lady is looking at me, probably thinking I can’t hang. I was mortified, so I just walked away from those things.
NOT EVEN 2 minutes later, Foghorn comes up and asks, «Are you finding everything ok?» I look her dead in the eye and give her an exasperated «Yes!» She asks, «Are we annoying you?» I said, «Yes, immensely!» She walks away and NOT EVEN 30 SECONDS later the Old Russian comes running up and yells out, «If you want to see anything in the case just ask.» I looked at her and told her «Yes, I know how it works» and walked away.
At this point I was teetering on walking out, but I had decided that I wanted to buy something for an upcoming friends birthday. But now, I felt like every customer in the store was looking to see what I was going to pick up. I literally walked around, not touching anything so as to not have one of those bitches make a comment, and waited till EVERY customer left the store before going to the counter.
I don’t frequent those places often, but I’ve been in a couple in my life, and NEVER have I ever seen employee’s with less tact or decorum. I’m surprised they don’t take a photo of you with your purchase and put it online. If you have a need for something adult, you are probably better off going on-​line. And if you just absolutely positively have to get it today, try ANY of the other adult shops in Denver, I’m sure they can’t possibly be as bad or embarrassing as YOU HAVE NO SECRETS on S. Quebec.

This has the potential for being a great store if it wasn’t for the omnipresent Mgr. Megan, a hateful young troll who takes pleasure in humiliating her customers with an over-​the-​top wrath if they happen to irritate her in any way. I’ve seen her go completely nuts on people; she has a short fuse and at her best she just scowls. She must be responsible for driving away countless customers/​revenue, but the owners keep her around for whatever reason. Her beaten down underlings speak poorly of her when she’s not in the store, and the turnover is constant. Megan is a mean-​spirited beast, avoid her at all cost.

If one of those dusty old gas station condom/​French Tickler dispensers could somehow be warped into a life-​size Porn Store, it’d be Secrets on South Quebec.
Mind you, I’m not an expert. And really, the only reason this place was even visited is because The Dude and I were done eating pizza and had some time to kill before a house party. Plus we thought maybe we could pick up a lovely housewarming gift… not. (That is SO 1992…)
Anyway, while Secrets wasn’t dark and creepy and slightly sketch like, say, Kitty’s on Colfax (not that I speak from experience – my opinion is solely hypothesized), it wasn’t bright and shiny like, say, Fascinations in Glendale. It reminded me of… well, a dusty old gas station. Or a K-​Mart. Odd neon lighting and just a little too quiet, the items available seeming like they haven’t moved much over the past several months. Some maybe years (eek).
Now, if you’re in this area and you can’t quite get your fix through internet porn, then this place is definitely the spot to hit up. I realize The Dude and I probably ticked off the cashiers (or… Adult Artillery Representatives?) with our immature pointing and giggling, but golly gee, there was just. so. much. And who knew the fetishes that exist out there! I suspect only Google could relate…
All in all, even if I was ever in this part of town again, completely bored and with time to kill, I’d find something else to do. Like have one more drink with dinner or… maybe loiter around the gas station just across the parking lot. The REAL gas station. The one with or without the condom/​French Tickler dispenser in the bathroom…