the ring

i gave the bf his anniversary present yesterday anyway.

it was an "us" package.

to complete the gift, i made a stop at the smitten kitten, an intimate toy boutique.

i was looking for something that a had raved about.

it was kind of, a ring.

i am not a prude. i enjoy sex. a lot. and i am not shy about presenting my sex life to the world, see this blog.

however, as i was inquiring about said item, the wonderfully open and helpful saleswoman immediately started talking of c*ck and balls, as in, you put it around his. excuse me? i am a lady. a lady shopping for sex toys, yes. but still a lady.

my, oh my. with each word: wrap, c*ck, balls, squeeze, vibe, feel, good, i willed myself not to blush more furiously. i like to do it as much as she does, maybe even more than she does, why am i so embarassed?

there has got to be a ladylike way to explain those things without resorting to such terms. i prefer things a bit more demure. perhaps there could be a way to describe things using hand motions, a kind of sexual sign language. i'm pretty sure i could handle that.

when i saw that she hosted "p*ssy parties" i balked. i get the double entendre, i really do. but is it necessary? could we exercise some reservation with our candor? for the sake of the ladies?

don't get me wrong. i'll be going back. i just won't be asking any questions.