Tuesday, November 9, 2010
While I grew up in a highly religious family and wondered how we ever came to be. (Not a lot of affection between the parents.) It was a wonder that I allowed myself to become as sexual a being as I am. I feared porn. I thought it was dirty. I didn't know how to be sexy. It was all about exploration, trial and error.
He, on the other hand, was all about sex and sexploration, as it were. He tried most everything. He now explains that he tried previously to have threesomes, but never really sealed the deal. He was, however, naked in the same room as two chicks before. Yeah. Not the same. Clearly, I was way more adventurous.
And there's something else about me. It's something he likes and yet is slightly intimidated by. I press forward. I get it done. When I set my mind to something, I just do it. And that's what was happening with our sex life. We were just pressing forward.
We were trying toys. We became fans of Adam and Eve. I offered up that we should get a DVD player for the bedroom, keep our own videos rather than waste money buying on the television. He balked, but quickly came around. I wanted some new toys. All I had was a dildo and a vibrator. And the vibrator needed batteries. I had lost some other toys in the divorce. I missed my double dolphin cock ring. A lot.
So we placed our first order. It came with three videos, a mini vibe, a tightening gel, a lube, and a pink pussy lips masturbator. He swears he'll only use it with me. We'll see. I'm not worried. I'm not missing him or missing out any more. And once these new toys arrive, expect reviews. Lots and lots of reviews.