Last night after a leaving a friend’s birthday party, I wandered back downtown. I’ll be honest, I was kind of looking for trouble. I had enough champagne in me that I was willing to talk to anyone and, if we’re to be honest, I was looking to get some. I was also looking to sleep, but the “get some” part was winning in me.

The day before, I had gotten a tattoo at the place I usually go to around the corner. My usual tattoo guy was busy, and not wanting to wait, I decided to see the other tattooist. The tattoo, if you’re wondering came out spectacularly; I also decided then and there I wanted the tattoo guy. When I passed him outside the shop yesterday morning, we exchanged a bit a banter, which led to him texting me later that night. Between the champagne and the tattoo shop being on the way home, I waltzed in there on a mission — a mission that ended in taking him home. Mission accomplished!

As things started to head in the direction of sexy times being inevitable, he whipped out a cock ring and put it on himself. Honestly, I had seen cock rings, rubber ones at Babeland, but had never bought one or even had any interest in their purpose. His cock ring was silver and rock hard (insert penis joke here), and I was fascinated that he, 1. had it in his bag, as if always prepared; and 2. had chosen one that was metal as opposed to the lovely purple rubber ones I had seen in sex shops. What came next was my first experience with a cock ring that, apparently, is more for him lasting longer and less for me — although I guess the “lasting longer” factor was beneficial for me in some respects.

So, readers, what are your thoughts on this? Also, what do we think of a guy who just happens to always have a cock ring in his bag?

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