I have a question for the girls.
Seriously, girls only; chaps, look away.
The question is this. When you go to stay with your parents, do you take your… er… buzzy toys with you?
I have never before contemplated this idea, but then, I’ve never faced such a long time alone in Vanillaville – not since I discovered buzzy toys, anyway.
I made and remade my mind on this a dozen times before leaving. “My parents’ flat! Sacrilege! – What’s the big deal about that? It’s not my childhood home or anything, no memories of innocence to despoil. – But my mother is such a light sleeper! – Yes, and Ann Summers make quiet toys. – But airport security OMG! – Yeah, and? You’ve flown with canes before, woman. And you’ve got a spanking book in your luggage. Any qualms about that?
Anyway, I gave in to my devil-may-care side, and Mr Buzzy travelled with me.
So yes. How do you girls deal with this dilemma? Is it even a dilemma for you?
No dilemma at all for me: I, er, don’t like them!
(Sorry – am I allowed to say that?)
But I am going on a long trip soon and am a bit gutted that I am going to have to leave all my kink stuff behind
catherine – can’t say i’m overly keen either. i do have one (got bullied into buying one at an ann summer’s party, as no one there could believe that i’d got to the ripe old age of 19 without losing my vibrator virginity) but it doesn’t emerge from the sportswear draw very often (but then neither does the actual sportswear either these days!).
haron – if i was more into buzzy things, however, i probably would use them at my parent’s house. i remember when i was in sixth form loads of my friends insisted that they could *never* do anything even remotely sexual if their parents were in the same house but it never really bothered me. out of sight, out of mind and all that. but, i agree, quiet is best!
Well… I divde my time between living with 400 other girls, or with my awful family, so once I’m home alone, then hell yeah, but I’m still a little tentative about it when my family are asleep… it could make for some seriously awkward coversations. As for flying with them, just as long as you remember to take the batteries out so that there’s no possibility of them getting turned on (oh the pun!)
Did you hear the urban ledgend about that women who left one on in her suitcase and they had to unpack the whole plane to find it and turn it off?
I don’t have a buzzy toy because I can’t work up the guts to go and get one, but I wouldn’t use one at home when there are other people there. I’d rather use my, um, hands, if there’s a chance of someone hearing the buzzing noise. But I suppose you could always run the water so that you can’t hear the buzz before actually getting in, right?
Anyway, when I once protested that I didn’t want a glass door for my bedroom my mom actually said I could stick the black bin bags on my door if I ever wanted to bring a boy home, so… Yeah. I don’t think my mom would mind the buzz too much. But I wouldn’t feel comfortable with it.
I think there’d be more potential for a girl to get embarrassed at the left luggage places on stations, where the guys on duty routinely ask “What electrical items to do you have in your bag.”
Answering that in front of a line of other customers might be *interesting*.
(Says he, thinking of making girls try this sometime!)
Remember all those Mother’s Day posters in the windows of Ann Summers? Like they sell anything that anyone would want to give their parents…
I’m far too innocent to actually have a buzzy toy, but if I did, I would be way too freaked out to use one with my family in the house.
(And may I just extend my best wishes and heartfelt congratulations to Abel, on finally getting round to that sex change he’s always wanted 😉 )
Surely a little mood-enhancing music takes care of all possible noise problems! Besides, I suspect you’re not the only one to engage in sexual activity in your parents’ flat. Just saying.
In preparation for Abel’s dastardly scheme, practice saying “personal massager” with a straight face. For a good example, take a look at the toy shopping clip in Texas (where such devices were illegal until a few months ago)– search YouTube for “Dildo Diaries– it’s easy to find.
Seeing as my mother once found me stark naked, making out with my boyfriend in his truck in her driveway, I don’t think buzzy things would be terribly awkward. Comparatively, anyway.
On the other hand, I just realize we no longer have a guest bedroom. Which means no nice little drawers to keep things in, and I’d rather not just leave the toys in my luggage to be accidentally kicked over or rummaged through.
Perhaps you could say it was one of those neat massage balls?
I’ve come to the conclusion that my mother wouldn’t be to worried having peer pressured me onto the Pill when I was fourteen… “Just in case darling.”
Oh Smudge, you do make me gigle… Abel’s a girl too now!
Naughty Abel, peeking at the girls.
I’ve been thinking over the same thing lately… I’ll be going home for quite a long time this summer… w/out my fiance. I don’t think I will bring anything because… weird, but I’m sure I’ll regret it once I’m there.
Flirty fingers and a fertile imagination can take you anywhere!
Well seeing as mine is as loud as a freakin weedwacker, no way in hell.
I wouldn’t bring mine. It’s for my use only when I’m all alone, and couldn’t be hear.
Hugs,
Hermione
Much as I feel like a voyeur every time I add a comment here, I must own up to having giggled in the taxi this morning when I saw a roadside sign with the phrase: “Palm Springs – feel the vibe”.
I’d rather not personally, thank you. But it did make me think of this thread!
Awww… Abel giggles, too! The transformation is complete!
I wonder how many guys read the “For girls only” and secretly read this anyway. Naughty boys! They should be dealt with in the strictest way, you know… (Who wants to chase after Abel with me? If we get 4 girls we have a chance – one leg/arm each right?) 😉
Contemplating the thought of being chased by four girls… Oh, damn, you mean you’d all want to *spank* me?
Hmm… I’ll chase, and mock, but from a very safe distance. You’ll have to let him up eventually, you know, and I don’t think he’d be very happy…
Honestly, Smudge, all we have to do is lock him in a cupboard or something and run away as fast as we can. We’d have to move to a different country and change names and appearances, but that would totally be worth it, right? 😉
And no Abel, we wouldn’t *want* to spank you, but we’d be willing to make that sacrifice for the sake of justice. It would hurt you more than us anyway.
Oh my goodness, this thread made me giggle, which was just what I needed. Abel, honey, you’re welcome to hide at my place. 😉
As for taking toys with me places…I flew to Arizona earlier this year with 2 suitcases. One had clothes and Christmas presents, the other had nothing but toys..ropes, cuffs, floggers, buzzy toys, etc. Guess which bag security went through but didn’t tell me. I only knew because it has been so nicely packed before.
I don’t hesitate to take a “friend” along with me if I’m gonna be someplace vanillavilled for a while.
I figure my family had sex or else the rest of us wouldn’t be here..heh
I’m late to this post, but…
I have a large collection of buzzy (and other) things *cough* and none of them come with me when I go to my parents’ place. Admittedly, that’s usually for 2 nights, twice a year, so even I can cope with that 😉 The reason – I wouldn’t be able to, er, arrive, so don’t see the point in starting the journey, if you catch my drift.
When I go elsewhere… depends on the duration. A two-night working trip in Holland this week – no need. Anything longer than that, yeah, probably.
And as for carrying things with me – I remember one trip packing the “thing” in the checked-in case, but having a carry-on bag rather laden with batteries, and being called-upon to explain myself… I pretended they were for my Walkman. (Yes, it was some years ago!!)
Nowadays – mains power’s the way to go!!
(Relieved to read Texas has changed its law – I might get there now, always wanted to see the place but put off by that exact law!!)