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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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There's loads of fat rug-munchers I know who "hang out" at Anne Summers at the weekend. That puts me off a bit.
An ex used to work at La Senza and they sell some pretty sexy garmets too - but it isn't a "sex shop", much like Anne Summers isnt really.
I dont think I'd go in a sex shop alone - it conjoures up images of seedy middle-aged men in overcoats waiting until everyone is out of the newsagents before grabbing a "raunch wives" magazine and dashing to the counter. I dont want to follow in my father's shoes.
An ex used to work at La Senza and they sell some pretty sexy garmets too - but it isn't a "sex shop", much like Anne Summers isnt really.
I dont think I'd go in a sex shop alone - it conjoures up images of seedy middle-aged men in overcoats waiting until everyone is out of the newsagents before grabbing a "raunch wives" magazine and dashing to the counter. I dont want to follow in my father's shoes.
I live in a sex shop my best friends a thong!
Nah nah nah actually I went in one and said howdy m matie! There was a pirate and he said "aye" actually that was the costume shop ;)
Nah nah nah actually I went in one and said howdy m matie! There was a pirate and he said "aye" actually that was the costume shop ;)
SHEEPY wrote:
> They were thrown out.
You could have smutted that up. "They were tossed off...the premises". For shame Sheep_Bloke.
> They were thrown out.
You could have smutted that up. "They were tossed off...the premises". For shame Sheep_Bloke.
Great idea!
I remember my best friend told me he chased a Uni mate around Anne Summers with a rotating penis.
Ahhhh maturity.
They were thrown out.
Ahhhh maturity.
They were thrown out.
I went into a sex shop. I'm thinking of buying a d!ldo and then replacing my mates baton with said item.
Imagine meeting your dad in a sex shop... That has to be one of the worst things ever.
No Hedfix, I understood that as well. I really didn't care. That was the day I ended up with a photo of me wearing a NASCAR jacket with a huge Viagra logo emblazened across the front.
No Hedfix, I understood that as well. I really didn't care. That was the day I ended up with a photo of me wearing a NASCAR jacket with a huge Viagra logo emblazened across the front.
Notorious Biggles wrote:
> No, it does perfectly. It takes a lot to embarass me and I'll never be
> back there again. He on the other hand has to face that sales woman
> thinking he wears women's underwear.
I meant it read like you were buying the stuff for him in a 'you two are an item' sort of way. :D
> No, it does perfectly. It takes a lot to embarass me and I'll never be
> back there again. He on the other hand has to face that sales woman
> thinking he wears women's underwear.
I meant it read like you were buying the stuff for him in a 'you two are an item' sort of way. :D
Notorious Biggles wrote:
> Dare I ask which one? Because the only ones I know of ARE seedy.
I wouldn't dare go into one in Glasgow in case I met my dad or something. This shop was in Blackpool and it was ironically the least seedy bit of a very seedy town.
> Dare I ask which one? Because the only ones I know of ARE seedy.
I wouldn't dare go into one in Glasgow in case I met my dad or something. This shop was in Blackpool and it was ironically the least seedy bit of a very seedy town.
No, it does perfectly. It takes a lot to embarass me and I'll never be back there again. He on the other hand has to face that sales woman thinking he wears women's underwear.
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