knkywch
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Joined: 7/23/2004 From: Cal-iFORN-eye-yay Status: offline
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Wow... this was started last spring. Love that thread bumping!! Here are a couple from my end of the world... 1) A few years ago during Christmas, my divorced mother and father, my sisters, and my young sons (who then were living out of state with their dad) had all converged at my house. At one point, my youngest son (9 or 10 at the time) went to the kitchen upon a request from my mother to get her a glass of soda with ice. Well, my little darling comes out of the kitchen holding a big blue ice mold shaped like a dick... "Hey mom, what's THIS?!" Oy! My deliciously wicked sadist of a partner (who is into fucking me with the ice dildo) had forgotten to take his evil toy out of the freezer pre-visit. My quick answer to all and sundry assembled was, "Oh, it's a joke shop gift..." (I promptly took offending object and with the help of some hot tap water was able to dispose of the bulk of the evidence...) 2) More recently, my now teenaged son entered the bedroom that my partner (now husband!) and I share to do his weekly emptying of the trash bins for garbage collection day. Later, after the garbage was taken out and I'd already gotten into bed with a book, my teenager came in to chat a bit before saying goodnight. "Hey mom. I just wanted to tell you that when I was emptying the trash on the other side of the bed (the side where my husband sleeps), I looked over and there was this GREAT BIG RED DILDO! It was kinda freaky. Just wanted to let you know." At this point what could I do? Well, I suppose I could be grateful that he didn't notice the purple ribbed vibrating butt plug hubby had left out on his bookcase... <sigh> 3) Slightly different tone of embarrassment. Slightly older (and IMHO hotter) story... Years ago I was with an ex-boyfriend who would occasionally "kidnap" me for the weekend. On one of these weekends, he took me to dinner and gave me very serious and clear instructions not to talk with anyone or make eye contact with anyone except him. I was fine going in, sitting down, letting him order for me... Then, the waiter brought me a glass of water and my horrible inner Miss Manners automatically popped out with, "thank you". I was mortified. When I locked eyes with my boyfriend, he was livid. I cannot to this day remember what he said to reprimand me, but I remember the tone and that he reached across the table and slapped my face hard when he said it. I felt totally exposed and embarrassed. (Okay, wet and turned on too...) The rest of the night's play was incredible. But, I never went back to that restaraunt again. Proud, you're right. This is a cool thread. Thanks for bumping it. Regards, kw
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I don't think I'm gay. I don't think I'm straight. I think I'm just slutty. Where's MY parade? -Margaret Cho-
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