Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘Sex toys’

Bad Ass

 I mentioned on Twitter in the afternoon that I was having a dilemma about what to post for this week’s Sinful Sunday completion when something just fell in my lap. I am still laughing about the levels of bad ass in this one.

My friends were in the market for a new toy. They like PinkCherry so the husband went online to place an order with a prepaid credit card he had. You can tell from the screenshot below, bad ass is a good way to describe the toy and the result they planned on getting with it.


20141005-000037.jpg


But even more bad ass was the fact that they were using a “Vanilla” credit card.


20141004-195950.jpg


Then somebody made a comment about liking a cherry on top of their ice-cream cone! I am getting tears in my eyes now laughing at all the irony in these pictures. I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried!


20140816-230831.jpg


20141001-204121.jpg

Read Full Post »

So, it’s Saturday. The day my Jehovah Witness friend often comes to visit. Usually I do a tidy up but I slept in lounged too long in bed this morning and didn’t have time. After some Twitter banter and a couple orgasms I noticed the time and quickly got myself showered and dressed for her visit.


20140809-211740.jpg
Upon arriving, she asked if she could use the washroom. No problem. I’d just had a shower and knew it was tidy. Oops, forgot to put away the bag from my Aren’t We Naughty visit last week. It had been in my bedroom and I had brought it out to put in the recycling bin.


20140809-211747.jpg
Maybe she hadn’t noticed the bag, or the Fetish Fantasy box that was sticking out of it. Never mind the dildo package. That could have easily been mistaken for any generic product packaging. The Fetish Fantasy box and Aren’t We Naughty bag couldn’t. I moved the bag back into my bedroom while she was in the washroom.


20140809-211815.jpg
When she came out she looked a little flustered and said she had forgotten something and had to leave right away. She practically ran out the door. I thought it was because of the bag but when I went in to use the facilities myself I noticed this little guy drying in the sink.


20140809-211823.jpg
Ok, so it’s not really that little. It is fun though. 🙂

Do you think she’ll ever be back? I doubt it.




20140712-233418.jpg

Read Full Post »

9.5" dildo with suction base

9.5″ dildo with suction base

It’s been too long since I visited my local adult store Aren’t We Naughty. It was rather obvious to me during my short visit this afternoon when I didn’t know anyone working there. When did this happen? I used to know everyone. I’d walk in and we’d all great each other by name. I kinda felt like Norm on Cheers. Noooorm!

Today it wasn’t like that. Everyone was friendly and inviting, very helpful, but truth is I miss Pilar. She was my girl. Since she’s been gone (which has been well over a year, maybe closer to two) I’ve been there three times. Could be four, I’m not quite sure. What I am sure of is that my regular monthly visits came to an abrupt halt when she left. Why is that? You know how you just click with some people? That was what it was like with her. We just clicked. I trusted her to be honest with me. That’s important when you are spending money, sometimes hundreds of dollars at a time, on a product that you are unable to return. Especially when those products are for my personal pleasure.

This is also why I don’t do much online purchasing. Things never seem to be quite as extraordinary as they appear on websites. Most often I find things to be much smaller when I receive them at home. The statement, objects may appear larger than actual size, comes to mind. I know how big 6 inches is, or how big around a circumference of 1.5 inches is, but when I measure against that ruler in my hand I somehow get a picture of something bigger than what arrives in my mailbox. Then there is the power of the vibration or strength of grip that also seem to be overstated. When I go to a store and see an item in person I am always left much more satisfied by the products I bring home.

1 pussy pump

Pussy Pump

Did I ever tell you about my experience interviewing at Aren’t We Naughty’s head office? I made it to the second round of interviews for an accounting manager position about 8 years ago. It was one of the more unique interviewing experiences I’ve had. My interviews were held in the display room. Yep, a giant room with the walls covered in every product they carry. I’m sure they do that to get reactions out of people and weed out the ones who are offended by what they sell. I have to admit, I was a tad distracted by the displays. I kept noticing things I didn’t have or hadn’t seen or had wanted for some time but hadn’t yet purchased. No matter how comfortable you are with the subject matter, you can’t help but be distracted by a 12 inch blue dildo hanging directly in your line of sight behind the interviewers shoulder. It is still the one company I keep looking for openings at. They are very few, which is a good thing when looking at a company for employment. I don’t want to work for a company with a high turnover rate. Few openings means low turnover. Besides, I think it would be a much more fun place to work than where I do now. Something about the dish of condoms on the table in the waiting area, the large penis soap dispenser in the washroom, and the room full of sex toys.

1 bone gag

Doggie Bone Gag

So what products did I bring home with me today? The three you see in this post of course. Two I haven’t tried out yet, one I have. Two are to be used on me, the other by a male friend. One I never thought I would purchase in a million years, one I’ve wanted since the first time I saw the result of it being used, and the other just needed to join the rest of my toy army. Do you think you know which is which?

 

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »

Blogable

When it's in your head, it's blogable

Smut Marathon

Dare to challenge yourself...

Exposing40

Friends. Photography. Adventure.

Steeled Snake

FLR, D/s, Life and Kink

The Other Livvy

My secret alter ego...

%d bloggers like this: