A couple friends from work invited me to yet another selling party. It's not Mary Kay, Southern Living, or anything with plastic containers.
It's a Pleasure Party. I'm going to a sex toy party. (Are Mommies even aloud to go to things like that?)
I've never been to one of these before, and although I consider myself pretty liberal, the conservative in me is really nervous. I have visions of strobe lights and ten foot dildos in every corner of a smoky room. Cock rings displayed in jewelry cases and fuzzy handcuffs hanging from a chandelier. Dr. Ruth demonstrating the proper usage of a vibrator. ::shudder:: It's not really gonna be like that, right?
I picked up a bottle of Jose in hopes that a little tequila will get me through the embarrassment. There's nothing like a margarita to make double-ended dildos look like a good idea.
So anyways, I'm for sure taking my camera. I try to keep my blog PG-13, but I may have to bump it up to X-rated so I can share my first sex party with you. You've just been warned. If vibrating condoms aren't your thing, stay off my blog tomorrow.
*Dear Madelynn, If you have stumbled across Mommy's blog before the age of 18, I'm going to have to ask you to get the eff off of it RIGHT NOW. Why are you even using the computer unsupervised? Go to your room. Love, Mommy.