
One memorable Christmas Eve, Darling Husband and I dined at the home of an old friend of mine in a not-too-savory stretch of San Francisco's Tenderloin. "D" is now an avid leather daddy, and items even larger than the one circled above stood sentry on various shelves about his apartment. One that was easily the size of my forearm sat maybe 6 feet from my face all through dinner.
After a while I blurted out, "Do you actually use that thing?"
"I've been known to," he replied mildly.
DH and I glanced at each other, aghast, then quickly returned to shoveling food (prepared by D's near-naked "boy") into our mouths.
2 comments:
This is freaking hilarious. In the kitchen, no less? There are places to hide these things. Or so I've heard...
Some people, such as my friend D, don't feel the need to hide such things. Maybe the homeowner likes to group things by shape. There are items with a similar silhouette on the top & bottom shelves.(Though I don't want to think why a dildo would be in the kitchen. In D's defense, he had a little studio apartment, so the bed was right by the dining area.)
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