Tales from the goody drawer

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I arrived home late last night, exhausted...what a better thing to do than take Mr. Fun Toy out for a ride in the bath?

I can't even remember being done :devil:

Anyway, today I arrived late as well, and I entered the bath and...there was my 12-inch toy laying innocently together with the shampoos and things.

The warrior showered and did not even notice it.

I was mortified, for there were other people around. I hope no one saw it! :eek:

It is not a very overt one I mean, except for the size :D

Have you even forgotten one of your...playthings around?

Maharat
 
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Heh...yes...or more like I thought I was hiding them in clever enough places and they were discovered anyway.

:rolleyes:
 
A queer friend of mine called me to say that he'd had an electrician in his live-in studio to install new lighting. He was in his kitchen, and he heard the guy kind of yelp-- he came out and realised that he'd left a couple of dildos and a bottle of lube laying on his weights bench...
Chris said he made a brand new friend that day! He'd called me to thank me, because it was my wooden one that made the guy too happy to keep quiet!:D
 
I've had nipple clamps show up as hair clips on a doll. :eek: Fortunately, no one else was around to notice.

I now have a locking case for toys.
 
A queer friend of mine called me to say that he'd had an electrician in his live-in studio to install new lighting. He was in his kitchen, and he heard the guy kind of yelp-- he came out and realised that he'd left a couple of dildos and a bottle of lube laying on his weights bench...
Chris said he made a brand new friend that day! He'd called me to thank me, because it was my wooden one that made the guy too happy to keep quiet!:D

See? That gay dating service is redundant, after all. ;)
 
A queer friend of mine called me to say that he'd had an electrician in his live-in studio to install new lighting. He was in his kitchen, and he heard the guy kind of yelp-- he came out and realised that he'd left a couple of dildos and a bottle of lube laying on his weights bench...
Chris said he made a brand new friend that day! He'd called me to thank me, because it was my wooden one that made the guy too happy to keep quiet!:D

Plot bunny alert! :D
 
A queer friend of mine called me to say that he'd had an electrician in his live-in studio to install new lighting. He was in his kitchen, and he heard the guy kind of yelp-- he came out and realised that he'd left a couple of dildos and a bottle of lube laying on his weights bench...
Chris said he made a brand new friend that day! He'd called me to thank me, because it was my wooden one that made the guy too happy to keep quiet!:D

Lucky no one I want to hook up with comes to my house.

I did load up some pictures for a darling someone though, and the damn cell phone program copied then straight to "My Pictures", which is where all my av directories lie.

I never gave anyone else such a glimpse of my secret life. It was thrilling.

Maharat
 
Once upon a moving state of time -
My toy box was a hard-sided cosmetics travel case. You know, the ones from the sixties with leather trim and a real mirror in the lid? Anyway, I plucked my favorites from it. Closed it. Packed it in a box that would go into storage at my older sister's house. And forgot about it...
A couple of years later my sister's house had 3/4 of her house ceiling collapse during a flood season. Including the room where my few boxes were stored. She decided with my permission to have a garage sale from what could be salvaged along with her own things.
Wel-helll
I get this call one morning. Strange for her to call that early as we are in opposite times zones...
"Christabel, you uh - I found - Wow, Belly thats some -err collection you got there."
Me, caffiene deprived and overwrought with two babies and no sleep, didn't understand. "Collection? What? You mean my 1890's Venetian Glass?"
She snorted, saying with undertones of disbelief and in an odd way envy, "No Christabel,"each syllable clearly enunciated, "Your dildos! Damn Bell, I mean - I had no idea those were in there and my neighbor..."
She paused gasping on laughter and righteousness, "She wanted the travel case for her collection, and opened it. Jeeze Belly - you should've seen the look on her face when the first thing she sees is this massive pink dildo with balls wrapped up in straps! I thought I was gonna die of embarrassment before Suzie started laughing, asking if it came with the case."
"Came with the case? Oh My god, "I wheezed, trying not to choke to death from mortification, "You have that? Good God I forgot! Everything was in there! Shit!"
"No kidding!? Just how many vibrators and dicks do you need?"
"All depended on my mood and who I was with or without!"
There all conversation ceased except for the hysterical giggles interspersed with gails of laughter. She sold the case for 20 bucks and I can almost guarantee she kept the toys for herself.


(I keep my toys scrupulously clean btw)
 
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"Mommy, what is the pink butterfly thing that is lying on your bed? And why does it have a remote? What does it do? And why do you have one and I don't?

My kidlet, two years ago.

:eek:::eek::eek:
 
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