<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">hahahaOriginally posted by Cemetery Man:
</font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Originally posted by Tortricidae:
I have nooooo clue. she claims to be totally happy with him (my sister has the annoying habit of sharing every single tiny detail of her sex life with me), but wanted to immortalize his manbits in latex, I guess. might be for when he's out of town or something..I didn't ask. all I know is every time I see him now, I'm filled with the urge to say "hey bentdick smallcock, how's it hanging?"
that might be very bad, though.
Maybe she wanted a dildo that was compact and travel-size? I'm glad my sister (married) and I don't share stories....
</font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">I wish my sister didn't share stories with me. one afternoon she called me up and informed me that she was going to take me to a sex shop that weekend. now, of all the things I want to do, going to a sex shop with my older sister is not exactly on that list. she also once gave me a 15 minute lecture on how I should buy a lot of lingerie for when I sleep over at my boyfriend's place, because "every woman needs some sexy lingerie". this lecture included a great deal of detail about all the different kinds of lingerie a woman needs. pretty, slutty, sexy, ect..ect..I think my eyes were the size of dinner plates by the time she was done.
then, she pulled out her massive lingerie collection and showed it to me. call me crazy, but I don't want to hear about my sister having sex, I don't want to see a plaster cast of her boyfriend's dick, or even begin to contemplate the fact that it was used to make a dildo. and I also do not want to see her vast collection of intimate apparel. and I really, really do not want to go to a sex shop with her. I managed to get out of that one. thank god.
when she told me she was going to give me something that had served her well over the years (this being after the lingerie talk), I was terrified it was going to be some kind of sex toy, until she said it was a fake engagement ring she used to wear to ward off creeps. I don't think I've ever been so relieved in my entire life.
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