Okay...twisted my arm with rep points, so I'll tell my story.
Just remember YOU ASKED!!!
I allowed a friend to talk me into going to one of those sex shops. I'd never been. Too shy. Yeah, me. It's one thing to type the stuff...it's quite another to actually go to one of those....places. The sales associate (we'll just call her Sooz) asks what I'm interested in: Female or Male.
Um. Okay. Duh. Male. But, just for kicks, my friend pipes up and wants me to be shown female stuff. Sooz slaps down on the counter the biggest rubber boobs I'd ever seen--not that I'd ever seen any, but these were DEFINITLY NOT Victoria's Secret. Or were they? Hmmm. Oh, anyway. So I'm wondering...ooookay...what's the point? I was instructed what men like to do with these.
I'll never look at my own again without blushing.
I digress.
So. Then Sooz asks me 'what size?'
"What size what?"
"What size would interest you?"
I scowl. "Just what are we talkin' here?" as I eye the godzilla ta-tas.
With a sigh of complete disgust, she slaps down (they had mombo sized suction cups on the...er..stem underside) on top of the glass counter these...er...Redwood sized...um...tallywackers. And they were weaving...as if top heavy....baaaack and foooorth....
I had arrived.
I'm boring you, aren't I?