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About 20 years ago, I happened to leave two sets of anal beads in the back of a drawer in the master bathroom. One day, for some reason, our three-year-old granddaughter went rummaging through said drawer in the bathroom looking for who knows what. Of course, she discovered the two anal-bead toys and quickly waved them over her head exclaiming excitedly, “Hey, look. One for me and one for Joey” her one-year-old brother.
Today, my wife's entire stash of sex toys fits in a small zip-up purse-type container, and includes a vibrating dildo, one red "puffer" clit toy, and one tulip-shaped puffer toy. For her, a little bit goes a long way, baby. The compact nature of her stash makes it easy to stash in an emergency.
My sex-toy needs are more extensive--a lot more extensive. My sex-toy stash barely squeezes into a medium-size suitcase. The black, nondescript suitcase houses nearly a dozen paddles in a variety of shapes and sizes plus several other spanking implements, numerous butt plugs, strings of balls in a variety of sizes and shapes, a replica of a woman's hand and forearm used for fisting me when my wife's hand and forearm get tired, at least half a dozen castoff dildos that I bought for my wife but they didn't fit or function right for her but they are fine for my anal play, two different alien tentacles, and a plethora of other items for my anal play.
We have a small luggage combination padlock on the suitcase. We only set the lock if we have grandchildren scampering through the house playing hide-n-seek and one might think that the inside of a black, nondescript medium-size suitcase might make a great hiding place from Papa. The combination to the padlock is 2-6-9, just in case you are ever visiting us and you would like to inspect the contents of the sex-toy suitcase. It’s easy to remember the combination by picturing the two of us doing a 69. That is, 2-6-9. Since my wife and I are both 67 years old, you may want to picture a hot young couple doing a 69. I’ll leave it up to you.
At age 67, the prospect of our deaths looms large on the horizon. If I die first, my wife will simply dispose of my sex-toy suitcase so our adult children are not left with the responsibility. Perhaps I should have it buried with me.
If my wife dies first, I may or may not dispose of my sex-toy suitcase so our adult children may or may not be left with the responsibility.
To be sure, if we both expire unexpectedly together, then Houston, we have a problem. Our four adult children have been informed about the existence of the sex-toy suitcase and where in the master bedroom closet it is hidden. We have also sternly warned them that should they so much as glance at the contents of the sex-toy suitcase, it would unleash an event not unlike the scene at the end of the Raiders of the Lost Ark movie when the eyeballs of the bad guys melted because they looked at the ark. We have instructed the kids to just leave the sex-toy suitcase in its locked condition and then to put it in the trash container so it can be picked up and taken to the dump on Thursday morning. Perhaps I should have it buried with me.