Carys Weldon Blog
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Dead silence and Adult storesNot a word came in on that sex toys poll. Have all my readers disappeared? Or do you hate yesterday's topic?
I was trying to do research for future books. I read a novel by an author that shall remain nameless--biggy Elloras Cave erotica author though--and I didn't love it because of the sex toys and ploys she used.
Personally, my sex toy experience is rather limited. I've been to adult stores--all for research, of course--but got embarrassed the last time I was in one because a girl (over age) that worked with one of my daughters walked in.
She, of course, told my daughter the minute she saw her. "I saw your mom in Priscillas."
My daughter(s) know what I write. (I actually write it all!) The one confronted deadpanned, "Really? Huh. I wonder what she was doing there."
I'm still not sure if it was cool for me to be caught there or not. I have another daughter who shops there regularly for platform shoes and boots. They are almost always out of my size (10 since I gained weight). So, I don't buy there. The shop girl says that all the larger sizes are shopped out by the transvestites. There's an FYI for ya. Who wants to be caught in the same shoes as the transvestite at the next table? I'm sure he'd look better in his dress and make-up than I do. (Law of probability when he works so much harder on hair and make-up, and gets to wear fake boobs.)
So, anyway, it turned into a blushy deal every time I saw that girl, Amanda--because I'd been spotted at Priscillas. LOL Here's my excuse, like I need one: I actually went in there because while I was driving around town paying my bills, listening to the radio, the announcer was talking about a little blue bottle they sell at that store. It's an aphrodisiac sorta thing. I bought one, by the way--but my husband drank it. It was really pretty funny.
He said, "What's this?"
"Supposed to be an aphrodisiac."
"Cool." He popped the top and downed it before anything else could be said.
I lifted my eyebrows, a bit annoyed, and said, "For me! Read the lable. Geez."
"Oh."
"Besides, I didn't think you needed an aphrodisiac. Just hearing I was in "that dirty store" should have turned you on."
"Oh, it did. It did."
I knew I should have bought two of those little blue bottles. Not that I really need anything like that. As you may have guessed, I like sex enough as it is. I'm almost always ready and willing. For the record, I didn't see any difference in his performance or desire after he downed it. Not that he usually needs help, either.)
What gets you in the mood? Seeing somebody half naked? I like the look of a guy wearing a towel--like after a shower.
Which reminds of a movie I saw yesterday, Lucky Number Slevin. Josh Hartnet runs around in a towel for the first third of the movie. I swear, he looks and sounds like a young Tommy Lee Jones to me.
I thought the movie was one of the best I've seen in a long time. Good movies are harder and harder to find, aren't they?
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, what gets you in the mood?
Porno flicks? Happy little romance movies? A good book? Your s.o. walking in the door?
2 Comments:
Um.. Being extremely single with no bf in sight for ages, I decline. *s*
In all honesty, I've only been in one of those stores once. I was with someone buying a gag gift for a friend of hers. We didn't go to the "naughty" part of the store that was curtained off. She was afraid my mother would have her head. *eyeroll*
I have no hate for the topic, but also no experience to discuss.
I'm still reading, though.
