The middle of every month I break out my massive sex toy collection for cleaning. I’m very “anal.” You know how when some folks travel, they always bring back a souvenir? Well, I travel a lot and instead of bringing back stupid little spoons or shot glasses from every city I visit, I bring back a sex toy. I visit an adult store in every city and country I go to and pick out something pretty to use on my trip. Well today, while I was cleaning, I was reminded of the trip where I acquired not only my most cherished sex toy, but my most expensive one. Several years ago, my girlfriends and I went to Vegas for a week of debauchery. We stayed in a penthouse suite at the Bellagio Hotel. My girlies all know my routine, so as soon as we arrived and unpacked, we went looking for an adult store. The hot bell-hop suggested the Hustler store which was not far. It was my first time in one of Mr. Flynt’s fine establishments. I was like a wee one in a candy shop; surrounded by all sorts of goodies. There was a special room in back for VIP members that intrigued us. Like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory brats, we had to know what was behind that curtain. I politely asked the lady behind the counter how does one become a VIP? She snapped at us, “I’m sure you don’t have what it takes.” Feeling rebuffed, we were set to take our business elsewhere, when we heard a deep voice behind us say, “Now Ashley, that is no way to treat beautiful women.” I turned around and much to my surprise it was Larry Flynt. He apologized for the rudeness of his employee and invited us back to the VIP room. This was where all the high end sex toys were located. I had never seen such expensive toys. Mr. Flynt was a doll baby. He said because of my beauty and to make up for the rude way we were treated, I could pick out anything I wanted in this room as his gift to me.
There was a gold encrusted prostate massager for like 5 grand. A diamond studded vibrator for about the same. Lots of hand crafted glass dildos. I saw gold handcuffs and silver plated nipple clamps. The sex life styles of the rich and famous!! Then, I saw it; the unicorn butt plug. This was no ordinary butt plug. The actual plug was solid silver and spiraled like a unicorn’s horn. And the tail was made out of actual horse’s mane. Mr. Flynt saw my eyes get really big; I may have even salivated a little. I will never forget his words to me: “Carla, do you know how wonderful it feels to have a shaft of solid silver lodged up your rectum as you role play that you are a beautiful mythological creature?” No Mr. Flynt, I have never had that pleasure, yet. This was the Lamborghini of butt plugs and I simply had to have it. It’s price tag: $3,675. I know he said I could have anything I wanted, but that was a high price tag. He assured me it was no problem and ordered his bitchy clerk to wrap it all up nice and pretty for me, and to threw in some gold dust body lubricant. I felt like a princess. I was spoiled by a wealthy, older man who wanted nothing in return but a kiss on the cheek and a smile.
Now, any city I visit, if they have a Hustler store that is the first place I go for my souvenir. Before I left Vegas, I broke in that special butt plug with a high roller I picked up in the casino the very night I acquired it. Larry was correct; there is no better feeling (outside of a throbbing cock) than pure silver up your ass. Do you have any favorite toys? I’d love to hear about your special “souvenir” and the first time you used it. Maybe we can use our souvenirs together?