The Life and Death of A Good Toy

Several months ago while 'The Girls' and I were eating sushi at Yellow Fin, our new fave spot, the topic of toys came up.  And no friend, I am not referring to your kid's toys that you're constantly cleaning up off of the floor.  We're talking about sex toys here, people.  OF COURSE I brought up my old trusty Pocket Rocket that's been a staple in my night stand for umpteen-bazillion years.  Why wouldn't I?  It was actually a sad convo because my old pal had finally bit the dust some time back... but might I add that the champ waited until after I was 'done' to kick the bucket.  See!! What other toy would be so sweet as to wait until you were done? I bet yours is rude.  Anyway... I had a little moment of silence as I tossed it into the garbage (in the laundry room) to go fill up the local landfill (where all good toys go to die).  Some of the girls present at dinner that night had never had the chance to read my editorials on this particular toy or my rant on all toys in general.

After a long and very detailed description of the what, why, how (which I'm sure all the sexy employees were privy to)- we decided to go for a little shopping trip.  Big thanks to Doc Johns for staying open late enough that ladies out looking for a good time can swing by whenever the mood strikes them!  After looking at all of the cheap lingerie, leather studded paddles (Girls had just read Fifty Shades), and lube, we got to the wall I was looking for.  There it was!  So we ALL bought one that night (granted not all in the same color... which is important because Brooke thinks her black one is better than my white one)... $48 something later I walked out of the shop with my little black bag... anxious to get home and take it for a drive!
Let's just say that all was right once more in Casa De Mistress.  I promptly texted one of my buddies just to elaborate on how wonderful the experience was... of course... what else do YOU do after a good 'O'?

So let's skip forward a month or two to the next 'Girls Night' at the same lovely booth in the same lovely sushi spot.  Would you believe that the subject of toys came up again? (if you were asleep in the first paragraph that would be sex toys, you naughty monkey, you)  I know, you're shocked.  Contain yourself.  We had one or two different girls there with us and I am proud to announce that I didn't have to say one thing about my little Pocket Rocket because the other girls couldn't stop singing its praises! No Lie!!  We would all break out in fits of the giggles now and then because we were so excited to talk about how great the orgasms were with it!  I felt a little like I do after one of my minion does well on a math test or after I've changed some random fluid in my car...PROUD!  And also very excited that I could share something that made my friends happy.  Because no matter how naughty this Mistress might be now and then... I'm still just a down-to-earth kinda girl who wants to spread a little love...

Until next time...

Mistress Auri