Ok, so maybe I'm the only one who saw the conflict of interest here:
A group of women attend a "tool instruction and empowerment workshop" (aka sex party). These women happen to all be married to men who work together... in the military... with a range of ranks and responsibilities... in mostly the same chain of command. The TMI factor during the party was fairly high (see What Happens at Sex Party Stays at Sex Party).
My husband and I have a very open and honest relationship, but I felt it irresponsible to come home and provide him with such fodder about people in his chain of command and his students. I'm sure he would have found it extremely humorous and would have had great fun with the discoveries, but that's besides the point. While I wouldn't want to deprive my husband of enjoying such activities, it's not going to be at my expense. Honey, ask me about this night after you retire and I'll be more than happy to share.
Others obviously didn't agree; the trickle of information that mister mrtl has brought home this week, as well as comments made by some of the other women in attendance, has told me otherwise. I'm sure he'll have most of the TMI by the end of next week, so I won't need to remember what I know I won't be able to remember for ten years.
sigh.
And to top off all my self-righteous indignance, guess what the parting gift was when the party ended that night (hours after I had to leave so mister mrtl could get back to work). GUESS! Cock rings! By the handful! Cock rings for everyone! One for each finger! (Yes, mister mrtl, I stole your clever little comment. You don't have a blog. Get over it.)
...thinking... maybe sometime in the not-so-distant future, my mother will discover this site... and having read some cute stories about Bug (her only and beloved grandchild), -- or not -- said mother has shared the link with some of my aunts, cousins and her friends from church... and having spent some more time reading through the older entries, be completely mortified at having done so... for this reason, Mom, I apologize for using the word cock.
I won't apologize for the discussion about the sex party, though, because, if memory serves me correctly here, you were the one who took me to my first (and only) strip club.
By the way, I don't have some strange fascination with cock rings; I just think it's really fun to say.
