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I went to a sex shop at the weekend with my girlfriend, well actually two. One was Ann Summers and was so s*** it hardly counts: 400 shelves of hen night crap and a few d****s to make them look hardcore. The other one was good though. I thought it'd be really sleazy but it wasn't. It was quite bright and airy - I thought it would be dingy and smell of spunk. And actual women worked there, not just some fat dude who still lives with his ma. Anyway, they sold the usual sort of sex crap blah blah blah.
But the best BEST thing about it was that my girlfriend tried something on and so I got to sit on a couch in the changing rooms and then - praise be to sexy jesus - three real life strippers came in and started trying on outfits for work. That would have been good enough; but not only did they all come out and do little twirls in their skimpy little uniforms but one of them actually kept the curtain of her cubicle half open while she was getting naked. She totally fancied me. Cheap thrills are the greatest thrills. So I felt like a bit of a perv because I was being a bit of a perv but it was the most fun ever.
The moral of the story is: everyone should go to a sex shop.
But the best BEST thing about it was that my girlfriend tried something on and so I got to sit on a couch in the changing rooms and then - praise be to sexy jesus - three real life strippers came in and started trying on outfits for work. That would have been good enough; but not only did they all come out and do little twirls in their skimpy little uniforms but one of them actually kept the curtain of her cubicle half open while she was getting naked. She totally fancied me. Cheap thrills are the greatest thrills. So I felt like a bit of a perv because I was being a bit of a perv but it was the most fun ever.
The moral of the story is: everyone should go to a sex shop.
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You know you sniffed it...
Went into Ann Summers with my mom once, walking past a shelf load of sex toys with your mum isnt exactly fun. If she only knew that I knew her little secret hidden in her room... yuk!
(Thats a sex shop, not a "sex")
lol. There's one in Exeter, close to where I live and there's always an old fat guy standing outside of it, waiting for it to open. ho ho.
What's a Sex?
For all your Japanese extra-small contraceptive needs.
Eh gerrid, eh? EH?
SHRIMP
Eh gerrid, eh? EH?
SHRIMP
Ann Summers is always empty, probably because it's so crap. At least it's cheap-ish and not down back-alleys.
Last Christmas I remember standing in La Senza holding pyjammas and feeling pretty stupid. Bloody female friends went somewhere else.
Mind you, they were buying presents for my ex at the time so I wasn't complaining afterwards. I'm sure they sprayed perfume in the box thing.
Mind you, they were buying presents for my ex at the time so I wasn't complaining afterwards. I'm sure they sprayed perfume in the box thing.
There is an ann summers in stirling, but ive never been in.
Perhaps if i was guaranteed to see nice female nudity i would be more inclined.
Perhaps if i was guaranteed to see nice female nudity i would be more inclined.
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