It began with a Dildorama. Which led directly to an intellectual discourse on the process of the original Dildorama. That, of course, brought MJ into the mix, squealing. Now, I am proud to say, that a couple of ladies are about to get the package of a lifetime, carefully wrapped in, well, a package. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
So, about two weeks ago, I blogged all about my vibrator comedy of errors. For a reason laden with agenda, I suddenly feel a need to explain the process involved in choosing a sex toy that was totally unimpressive to me. Yes, I bought a Rabbit. I bought a “Rabbit for Beginners,” actually, because I didn’t want to get too cocky (hehe) and I did momentarily have a vision of the woman who died recently while literally jackhammering herself with a dildo while her neighbors watched....
No, not really. I’m not a fan of the dildo. I actually have gone back and forth on blogging this here or just writing it up for some other adventure in the future, and with everything I’m unable to blog lately due to its sexual nature (and my Virgo need to pigeon-hole everything)… something has to give. I bought sex toys. Its my first toy purchase in years, since moving to NoVa when I discovered that our moving company had wrapped up all of my other toys and packed them for me....
