Finally! I've found where my husband stores his
porn. Even though he dumped a bunch of it during our last move, I knew
there had to be more than his Playboy subscription, which does nothing
for me.
There are about half a dozen DVDs and about a dozen VHS tapes.
Good enough for some good alone time. Well, maybe not-so-alone.
I have a secret stash, too. My friends like to help me play every
once in a while, but they're not always needed and most of the time --
since there isn't a lot -- it doesn't take too long for the first wave
to hit.
These friends have been around since my husband and I were dating. Actually, he's bought them all for me.
I think it's time for some additions. Part of me feels brave
enough to attempt to walk into a store on my own, another wants to
order online and the marital one wants my husband to make the choice.
All of mine are plastic. I'm kinda fascinated with the silver metal ones -- but flexibility seems more pleasurable.
I also have the BenWa egg-shaped remote controlled one. Nice but it, too, is on its last life.
Although it's sometimes fun to share these retreats with him, I do prefer my midday escapes alone.
My best time is about half-way through General Hospital so I can
work up with all the hot men (and sometimes quasi sex scenes) and spend
the next 30 minutes floating. I have 15 minutes after that to nap and/or
recover and then, I'm off to my parental duties.
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