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This is reposted because it was lost somewhere in Blogville. I hate when that happens.
Last night I decided that it was all about me for a change. I headed off to bed before he did, and dug out my big didlo and the new rabbit vibrator we bought a month or so ago. I turned down the lights, climbed into bed and got to work.
A few minutes went by and he came in. He got this funny look on his face and said "What's going on under there?" I had the comforter pulled up to my chin, so it was fairly obvious. He turned the lights out again and came to "help". It was pretty good. I was able to focus on the sensations because the lights were completely off, and brought myself to a huge orgasm. I've been trying to practice my female ejaculation technique, and last night it was right on. I love it when that happens.
After we were done, I casually tossed all the toys over the side of the bed with the intentions of washing them this morning. I thought better of it, and placed them high on top of the tall bureau so my kids wouldn't stumble upon them. I went to bed with a smile on my face.
I woke up this morning and didn't think once about the toys perched up on the bureau. I spend all my mornings chasing around two really short people, so I don't tend to look up much. I forgot the toys there.
My mother came over, and my kids dragged her through my bedroom to show her their new "big girl" beds that they got yesterday. Did you catch that? Right....through....my....bedroom. I didn't think anything of it until I walked back through the bedroom and there they were... my huge dildo and rabbit vibrator staring me right in the face. Talk about embarressed.
My mother never mentioned them, which is nice. I don't know if she saw them, but I bet if she did, she was probably horrified. I can't say that I would blame her.