When I wandered over to the cock ring section and showed my sister the finger in question, she berated me. "What did you expect?" she asked. "You should really know better than to stick your finger into something at a sex shop." Though I was loathe to admit it, she had a point.
From this day forth, I, Megan, will do my best not to stick any of my fingers into tiny mouths made of life-like synthetic materials while in establishments that sell merchandise that is intended to be ejaculated on, in or around.
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Actually sounds like a pretty nice little Saturday...
Were you looking for something specific?
Hahaha. I'm with AM. Were you looking for something specific?
I was just killing time.
I had dinner plans at a Lebanese restaurant that was just across the street from the sex shop. There were plenty of things that I would have loved to buy (as well as plenty of things that I would have loved to never have seen in the first place), but I felt any purchase would prove to be too much of a conversation piece at dinner.
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