Some people love to work out. Most people think that involves a gym, weights, treadmill, or running outside. There are a lot workouts that come to mind, but we sometimes forget about sex and me time being in that category. Those are the most fun type of workouts too! How could we forget about those?!
I was up late one night drinking. My best friend had left my house around 3:00 am. I was drunk and not ready to go to bed. I somehow end up messaging an ol friend from back home. Our conversation went from friendly catch up to“Oh Hellooo.” I forgot how much I enjoyed a good dick pic and video. Needless to say, Miss Lucy was not ready for bed either. I went to bed and spent two hours going to town on myself. I hit that “O” three times. I was so impressed until I saw that it was now 5:00 am. Lawd Child, Go to Bed!
I got up later that day and indulged myself a couple more times. I legit wore out three of my toys batteries. Thank god that I had them all charged and ready for the marathon.
Side bar–the rechargeable toys are where it is at! I used to go through double A batteries like no ones business. They save you money.
My friends came over later that night and I noticed how sore I was in certain spots. My abs and upper thighs felt like I spent days in the gym. I’m oblivious as to why I was sore. I told my girl that I was sore and she asked what I did recently. ::light bulb:: I played with myself for so long that I gave my core a hard workout!
The lesson of the day was that not all workouts have to be outside of your bedroom. You can hit that core while you are still laying in your bed sheets.
Several years ago, I thought I would have learned to put my toys away. The one time that I left Platinum Pete out in my shower was the day that the cleaning ladies came to the house. Platinum Pete was moved from one shelf to the other. Embarrassing. Most parents have been teaching their children to put their toys away since they were little ones.
I was busy at work the other day. I had a spreadsheet full of data clouding my head when my mother called to tell me that the pest company was at my house to spray. She called back to say he was going to go spray in my bathroom for sugar ants. I was enthralled with work and let it go in one ear and out the other.
Two hours later, I was leaving work and sat in my car.Shit!I left my bullet out on my sink.Oops, I did it again! Sommabitch. I was a little embarrassed, but I remembered that it would give the guy a good story to tell for a laugh. Shit does happen. We’re all sexual human beings.
I decided to share my embarrassing moment by calling and telling my dad about it. He had a good laugh and called me an idiot. Most of you are probably wondering how I could have a conversation like that with my dad. We are all adults here. Everyone masturbates or at least they should. I was lucky enough to grow up in an open household full of inappropriate comments and jokes with a side of sarcastic asshole. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The moral of the story is… pick up your toys and put them away or have the red-faced embarrassment and own that shit in the mirror.