Wicked Wednesday–Keep the Shoes On

After a long day of teaching, all I want to do is collapse on our bed and take a nap. Yawning, I unlock the door to the house. I’m too tired to put anything where it belongs–my keys, purse, shoes, and bag full of the night’s grading land in a drunken pile at the bottom of the stairs.

I stumble up  to the bedroom and stop short.

 

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Laid out in a silent order are a black lacy bra and panties, a white men’s dress shirt, and a pair of black stilettos I’d never seen before. On my bedside table is a tube of a lipstick far redder than anything I’d ever consider buying, and a note.

Put it on and send me pictures.

I contemplate taking a nap before following your command. I can always obey in an hour or two. I often stay late at the high school to grade, so it’s not like you’d know I’d been a bad girl. Your side of the bed is uncluttered. I shed my work clothes and stretch out on top of the white and green duvet.

I can’t fall asleep.

The gnawing guilt over ignoring an order from you is not unlike the sound of the Tell-Tale Heart from the Edgar Allen Poe story I dissected with my sixth period class a few hours before. I look at them and wonder if it’s possible for inanimate objects to glare back. My nap is never going to happen if I don’t put the damn things on and do what I’ve been told.

Grumpily, I dress, leaving the shoes for last. I’d worn flats all day, and my feet are already sore. Stilettos are a one-way-ticket to limping for the rest of the night. But I know better than to think they’re optional.

“Let’s get this the fuck over with,” I mutter and put on the clothes, leaving off the shoes for now.

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I carry the instruments of torture, the lipstick, and my cellphone into our bathroom. I paint my lips, and am surprised by how much I like the color. I hold up my cell and snap a photo and immediately delete it–you won’t accept the sullen look on my face, that the shirt is hiding the bra and panties, or the lack of shoes. I undo all the buttons of the shirt, and admit that my reflection looks sexier. I take down my hair, and shake it out–better.

Time to step into the shoes. Despite all my whining, I have to admit that they change the entire look. The stilettos take me from girl next door cute to sultry siren. I lift my phone, and my expression is one of deep satisfaction. I send it to you and walk back to the bed. No, I don’t walk–I strut.

My phone beep with an incoming text.

You can do better than a bathroom selfie, Sarah.

You’re right, I can.

I’m not tired anymore. When I lay down on the bed, I have no thoughts of sleep. I sprawl on the bed and try to take a selfie, but I can only get sections of my body.  I lay on my stomach and hold the phone over my back, hoping to get the black lace of the panties peeking out from the bottom of the shirt, and my crossed legs. It’s not a success, either.

I decide to channel my inner forties pin-up girl. I lay on my back and scoot toward the head of the bed until my butt is almost against our headboard and my feet are up in the air, resting against the wall. I arrange my shirt artfully, and set up the photo. I’m confident you’ll like this one.

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Despite my original intentions, all I want to do on this bed now is you. You have a case in the city today, so I’ll have to wait hours for your touch. Looking up at the fuck-me heels, I decide to pass the time in the most pleasurable way possible, and reach into my panties.

“That’s my girl.”

Startled, I turn my head. You were in the house the entire time.

You’re wearing a black mesh gown that leaves nothing to the imagination, and a pair of stilettos identical to mine, except in silver. My mouth waters in anticipation.

“I knew you’d be too tired to fuck me when you got home. But I also knew that once you put on those heels, it would be all you’d want to do,” you smirk.

“Come here,” I say, before adding “and keep the shoes on.”

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Sneak Peek-What I Did for Lust

I’m excited to announce I’ll be part of the Prompted anthology, coming in 2016. Authors picked from prompts and wrote a 500-1500 word story, based on a a short prompt. I picked “oops! I sexted my boss.”.

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What I Did for Lust is set in a failing piano bar. Gabby is trying to come to terms with impending bankruptcy when this happens…

Gabby’s phone buzzed with an incoming text.  She winced when she saw it was from Dev, the grad student with the golden hands who tickled the ivories four nights a week. They were supposed to be closing together, but she was hiding in her office, praying for a winning lottery ticket.

You look edible in blue.

Gabby bobbled her phone, all thoughts of impending financial ruin gone.

Months of smoldering tension had resulted in a single, torrid kiss several weeks ago in the storeroom. The sequence of events was still hazy. All she could remember was walking in on him, shirtless, muscles rippling beneath his dark brown skin as he lifted a case of vodka onto a shelf, and almost drooling. The next thing she remembered was her back pressed against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, their tongues mating frantically.

He had never mentioned their make-out session afterward. Gabriella had been trying to convince herself it’d been an incredibly vivid daydream. What the hell was this?

Dev had looked sinfully handsome in the white oxford shirt he’d paired with jeans tonight. Before the second set, he’d unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled the sleeves halfway up his forearms. She was pretty sure she’d whimpered, but the opening notes of Master of the House had covered the sound.

I think you look edible all the time.

***What I Did for Lust is a play on the song “What I Did for Love” from A Chorus Line

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Wicked Wednesday:The challenge of writing a threesome

I’m a little late for Wicked Wednesday (it’s just after noon on Thursday here in Singapore, but it’s still Wednesday in many parts of the world), but I still want to talk about threesomes.

The first time I remember imagining a threesome, I was still a teenager. I was really into Nelson (the band with the twin brothers fronting it) years after they were a mainstream success. Much as teens today are #teamwhoever in a YA love triangle, I found myself struggling to figure out which of the twins I liked more, basing my opinion of the day on whatever teen magazine I read.

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It was the first time I thought “maybe I don’t have to choose,” and proceeded to make out with my pillow (as one does) pretending it was one and then the other or not caring which one I was kissing. I didn’t have the language to say I was fantasizing about a threesome because the pre-Internet world was a very different world.

With twenty-odd years of experience, I can see the evolution of my interest in threesomes as well as my understanding of all the various permutations of acts and bodies. However, I’ve yet to incorporate one into a story since making the shift to professional author, and that’s because it’s very hard to write a good threesome.

 

When you write an m/f sex scene you can use their names or the pronouns he/she to make it clear who is doing what at any given moment.

Things get a little more tricky when you’re writing a 2 person sex scene with people who identify as the same gender. Pronouns are much less useful–which s/he? Body parts become ambiguous–who’s dick is that? In writing Love is a Virus I learned that you end up using character names in same-sex erotica a lot more frequently than in m/f sex scenes.

Threesomes take the difficulty of writing a same-sex erotic scene and dial it up a notch. Either two or three of the participants will identify as the same gender. You now have three mouths, six hands, six nipples (and possibly some number of breasts) and three sets of genitalia. It is a delicate balancing act to ensure that the reader is keeping track of the participants, even if the characters themselves are not.

Is your threesome your character and their partner with a “guest star,” or are you writing a polyamorous relationship, or a triad? This affects the chemistry and the interaction each person has with the others.

Writing erotic romance with two characters is hard, but with three you have to contend with issues of jealousy, whether someone’s family can know about the relationship, the relationship dynamics of three people, and so forth.

One of the authors I’ve seen execute this well is Alisha Rai in Glutton for Pleasure (which also features male twins).

This is not to discourage you from writing threesomes–people enjoy them in life and in fantasy–but rather to get you thinking about how to write a threesome scene that works on all the levels.

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Curvy Girl Lingerie (With a Discount Code and a GIVEAWAY)

I met today’s guest poster on Facebook a few years ago when I first heard of Curvy Girl Lingerie. While my size pre- and post-kids (and throughout my health struggles these past few years) has yo-yo’d, I’ve always been a size 16+. Today, despite more than half of all women being above a size 12/14, fewer and fewer stores carry lingerie for us. On my last few trips to the States, I’ve checked out lingerie everywhere from K-mart to Torrid to various sex shops with very uneven, and often poor quality results. Which is why I return time and time again to Curvy Girl.

When I was ready to place an order, I reached out to Chrystal. We talked about my body shape and what parts of my body I’m more sensitive about. I told her which items I was interested in.  She actually told me not to buy some items because they wouldn’t make me happy, and what sizes to order other things in. Between the top notch customer service (including replacing a lost order), and the high quality products, I am a Curvy Girl fan who puts my money where my mouth is. They are my first choice when it comes to buying lingerie.

I am lucky to count Chrystal as a friend, not just a contact at a website. She’s going to tell you about Curvy Girl, and then I’ll be back to tell you about today’s discount code and my giveaway.

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I opened Curvy Girl Lingerie in San Jose a little over 3 years ago in October, 2012.

I had a dream of having a place to shop for sexy clothes for my fat body since I was around 20 years old, when I had a partner who embraced my size. That was 27 years ago!

I remember going to a local lingerie store here in 1988-1989. I would drool over and pine for all of the dainty baby dolls and stockings that would never fit me.  I even tried buying two of one very inexpensive item sand I tried hobbling the two items together to try and get them to fit. (And, I should I mention that I do not sew.) Talk about depressing and demoralizing!

Fast forward to 2016! We are a little bit more than 3 years old and we just had to expand to a new, larger location. I adore our local Curvy Girl community. We get customers traveling to our store from all over the world!  We’ve had couples travel to my boutique from Newfoundland, Singapore, London, Vancouver, and Sydney just to name a few. We have several sets of customers that are long-haul truckers and they plan us into their route when they have a California assignment. We have become a “destination.”  Talk about amazing!

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On the bottom right is The Boyfriend Shirt (which is a go-to piece of lingerie for me–Delilah)

We do suggest that our customers who are not local give us a call (408-264-4227  add a +1 for international calls) so we can help them to get the exact right fit the first time. At Curvy Girl, we deal in humans and we see the lingerie on actual women and we know a thing or two about sizing and fit. (We do our best to put what we know about an item in the description of our products, too.)  If you can’t call us  because you’re in a different time zone, you can always email us at CurvyGirlInc@gmail.com

At Curvy Girl, out motto is “Sexy is for Every Body.”  There is so much pleasure to be had in all of our bodies. I want us all to experience every ounce of it and to NEVER EVER apologize for our bodies or how much space you take up. We all get to enjoy our bodies exactly as they exist right now and never ever settle for ugly underwear, bad sexy or crappy partners.

 If you would like to know more about Curvy Girl, you can shop us,  read my blog, or follow us on Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest and Twitter.

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Okay, my lovelies–here’s where things get fun.  Curvy Girl is offering my readers a discount code, delilahnight,  good for 15% off your order.

Items I own and love include the one-shoulder mesh dress (it’s soft and not itchy!), the boyfriend shirt (as pictured above), the fishnet kixies thigh high stockings (they don’t slide), and the black strapless lace dress. The stock is always evolving and items are not on the page if they’re out of stock (I really love my blue nightie in the pic above but the item isn’t on their page anymore.)

If you order using my code between now and Feb 15 (Singapore time-which covers Vday around the world as we’re ahead of most of you), leave a comment. I will pick a winner (two if there are more than ten entries, or a maximum of three if there are more than 25) on Feb 16 in Singapore and reach out privately so I can verify your purchase via screenshot. Do not leave your email or a screenshot in the body of the comment. (I can see the email you entered to leave the comment in my wordpress dashboard) The discount code has no expiration, just the contest.

 

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The prize: either an e-book of Irresistible: Erotic Romance for Couples (which includes my story, “Renewal”) edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel or Chemical [se]X (wish I only wish I were part of, but is one of my favorite anthologies–see my review here) edited by Oleander Plume. If you need a completely queer friendly anthology, just let me know–I’m all about getting you something you’ll enjoy.
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Recommended Read–Level Up by Cathy Yardley (review)

Anyone who follows me on Twitter knows I’m a massive geek. I regularly live tweet episodes of the various DC tv shows, and I have FEELINGS about many nerdy things. (Seriously, guys, who do I have to blow to get a Black Widow movie????) When a friend shared that she liked this week’s recommended read, I immediately clicked over to Amazon.

 

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Geeky introvert Tessa Rodriguez will do whatever it takes to get promoted to video game engineer– including create a fandom-based video game in just three weeks. The only problem is, she can’t do it alone. Now, she needs to strong-arm, cajole, and otherwise socialize with her video game coworkers, especially her roommate, Adam, who’s always been strictly business with her. The more they work together, though, the closer they get…

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I like so many things about this story, but one of the biggest was that the gaming company parts feel authentic. I actually have a few thousand words of a story set at a gaming company sitting on my hard drive right now. I started and stopped writing it a few years ago because it is not easy to write this kind of workplace. My husband is a programmer, and I know so many of them, but I just can’t seem to write them well, despite my immersion in the culture. Yardley does it pitch perfect, including the fact that it so hard to be a woman coder. The brogrammer phenomenon is real, and that Tessa earns her spot with a baptism by fire feels legit.

Tessa is a great character. Like many geeks (hi) she’s introverted in person. So when Adam suggests that her introverted nature is part of why she isn’t getting ahead, she forces herself out of her comfort zone. She meets a great cast of secondary characters who share her passion for a tv show. Wanting to help her new friends drives the rest of the narrative.

Adam has spent the last year trying to get over his ex. The way that he finally catches on the fact that Tessa is a woman feels believable. Adam’s friends/their co-workers are also well written. They’re brogrammers, but not assholes.

The attraction is real, and builds with great tension. The pacing from friends to sex is very well-written. I’m really glad that this is the first in a series of novellas (you can get another one if you sign up for her newsletter for free!) because I really like the characters. I hope that they cross over into each other’s stories and you can see the evolution of the group as well as the invidual stories.

Geek or not, this is a great story. Pick it up today!

You can find out more about Cathy at her website, check out her booklist, or follow her on twitter.

Wicked Wednesday–Advert “Don’t Get Rubbed the Wrong Way”

Very little bothers me when it comes to using sex to sell things. Yes, I often find it annoying and pandering to the male gaze, but I have bigger battles to fight. Objectification is a microagression that is worth calling out, but it doesn’t make me so mad I can’t see straight.  However, several years ago there was an advertisement here in Singapore that got me very angry.

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I was minding my own business, walking through a mall, when I saw the poster above taking up an entire wall. I stopped. I gaped. I tooka picture of the poster and sent it to the Facebook chat my two closest friends in Singapore and I have going 24/7 with the following comment:

What the actual fuck?

I wasn’t the only person who noticed and got mad. The ad went viral, showing up in US and European media. Slutwalk Singapore complained to the relevant government agency and got the following answer in return

Many thanks for taking time to read our NCPC adverts developed for our festive season crime prevention campaign.

In response to SlutWalker Singapore x Kuala Lumpur’s comment on the outrage of modesty (OM) poster, we would like to share that the messages were crafted to address the public in general. Through this advertising campaign, we hope to
remind people to take extra precaution so that they do not become victims of crime during this festive season. This same approach is taken for our other messages – burglary, pickpocketing & housebreaking.

We hope that we have addressed your concerns.

We wish to take this opportunity to wish you a Happy New Year.

Regards,
NCPC Administrative

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(emphasis mine)

The reductive message that getting groped is somehow the victim’s fault for wearing the wrong thing in public is unacceptable. Nor is using  “humor” to make light of what it’s like to be groped. Being groped can be anything from an unwanted pat on the ass or touch on your breast to full-fledged sexual assault. It’s not something to make light of, or blame the victim for.

There are many things I like about Singapore. But the entrenched sexism and victim blaming isn’t one of them

On the microaggression level, when I was giving Ms 7 her practice spelling test for this week, these were the following example sentences given for the words prince and princess. I’m from Massachusetts, which is one of the more progressive states in the US–as a former teacher I can tell you these example sentences would not be considered acceptable.

Prince—The prince saved the princess from the fire-breathing dragon. (I changed princess to prisoner.)

Princess–The princess screamed helpless form the tower. (I drew a line through it and changed it to “The princess saved herself.”)

But in Singapore, we have so many big issues that the microagressions are the least of our problems.

In Singapore, it’s not rape if it’s forced oral, anal, if anything other than a penis enters a vagina, or if the person doing the raping is your husband. Men/boys can’t be raped under the law.

This week a fourteen year old boy was accused of raping a girl. The police questioned him at length (at which point I learned that in Singapore a minor may be interrogated without a parent/guardian/representation) until he finally said he did it. That night he told his mother he only confessed because the police made him feel as though he had no other choice. Then he committed suicide by jumping out of his window on the fourteenth story of the building. The coverage and comments either paint him as an the victim of a slutty girl or an evil rapist or her as a slut as either a virgin or a slut who “wanted it”. There is no understanding that there could be two victims in this case.

Singapore is a conservative patriarchy. As a liberal feminist and the mother of two girls, I often find myself at odds with the establishment here. I’m fortunate that many of my friends are activists, so I see the grassroots resistance that is growing with each year. As a Permanent Resident (the equivalent of a green card holder in the US) I have the right to join with my friends at events like Slutwalk Singapore, Pink Dot, and the like. I am trying to be a good ally to Singaporeans resisting the dominant culture. But there are days and moments like this that I wonder if I’m making the right choice in raising them here as opposed to Boston. (Disclaimer, the US is hardly awesome on women’s issues, but by comparison…)

When I see an advertisement that uses sex to sell a car or beer or an ISP, I could care less.

But advertisements like this one? Ads that warn me not to get groped, or raped? These are worth getting furious over. These actively reinforce rape culture. Those make me outraged.

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Call for Submissions: Intrepid Horizons

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My very dear friend and editor, Jessica, has extended her call for submissions for her next anthology, Intrepid Horizons, through March 25.

Intrepid Horizons — Third in the anthology series following up on Other Days and Encounters, Intrepid Horizons seeks out bravery on the horizons of this universe or the next. Do you have tales of courage to share?

We’re looking for stories of many lengths, from flash to novella. If you have something you think fits the bill, please send it along! Payment will be $3 per 1000 words. Deadline TBD.

This is not an erotica collection.

Jess is a really great editor, and so supportive of her writers. Whether you write classic sci-fi/fantasy or something new–this is the anthology with my story about a Unicorn’s Virgin getting dumped, after all–Jessica wants to hear from you. JayHenge is still a new press, so while the pay is lower than other places, you retain the rights and can do with as you wish.

Check out her submission guidelines here and happy writing.

Clichés

I recently spent some time with my “Literotica” folder of work. These are stories I wrote in my first few years of writing erotica, circa 2001-2003. I’ve talked about my horrible, cliché-riddled Star Trek: The Next Generation fanfic (and when one chapter got posted to Fark and Wil Wheaton saw it)

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But, my friends, the overused tropes didn’t stop with the Wesley Crusher fic. I also wrote about Q. Once I began to think through what a Q’s seemingly limitless power could do in bed, my Mary Sue character tossed Wesley aside for Q in a multi-chapter mess.

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My final series (as opposed to stand-alone short stories) was about a girl torn between her new police officer boyfriend in NYC and her fireman ex in Boston. (One stereotype? Why not two?)

While on one hand those stories should never see the light of day, on the other I can see the seeds of my voice as a writer. I wish I still had the multi-chapter fanfic opus a penpal and I wrote together set in Mercedes Lackey’s Valdemar world (for my nerds, we met via the Queen’s Own zine in the 90’s). Or the Christopher Pike rip-off I called “Curse of the Silver Teddy Bear Necklace,” so I could see how I’ve as a writer.

I do have one example, though, my two part post(1, 2) of my third grade magnum opus,

The point is that no one picks up a pen and is an amazing writer that day. You grow and you accept feedback and rejection and you will eventually get there–maybe my decade between starting to write erotica and publishing it was pushing it a bit, but I took years off in there to have kids, get married and go to grad school.

It’s okay to have clichés–in fact, sometimes it’s fun to play with them just to turn them on their heads. I have a story called “Doctor’s Orders”–the anthology is in limbo at the moment–where I specifically set it up to look like the playing doctor trope, only to put in a last second twist that changes the entire story. Tropes are okay as long as you make them fresh again with your writing.  Everyone knows the couple in the romance novel will fall in love–it’s the journey that’s interesting.

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And that police officer/fireman/college professor love triangle? Maybe that has some potential after all.o

***I wrote this in advance and may still be in the hospital, or at home recuperating on pain meds. Please be patient if it takes a while for your comment to be approved or responded to.***

Recommended Reads: So Sweet by Rebekah Weatherspoon (review)

It’s probably no surprise that my Twitter community is full of readers and writers, and because of this I see a lot of books reviewed/promoted/recommended. Much of these are one person and one title at a time. But every so often I see a bunch of people getting excited about the same book, and I pay attention.

Had I stumbled across this title on my own, I might have passed it by, and I would have missed out on a great novella. Thanks to my tweeps and their recommendations, I didn’t.

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Desperate times call for desperate measures…
And desperate is the only way to describe Kayla Davis’s current situation. Out of work and almost out of money to cover her bills, Kayla finally caves to her roommate’s nagging and follows her to Arrangements, an online dating site that matches pretty young women with older men of a certain tax bracket.
Convinced this “make-rent-quick” scheme will surely fail—or saddle her with an 80 year old boyfriend—Kayla is shocked when Michael Bradbury, Internet billionaire and stone-cold salt and pepper fox, offers her a solution to all her financial troubles.
It’s hard enough for Kayla to accept his generosity, but what’s a girl to do when the wealthiest man she’s ever met is a dream in and outside of the bedroom?

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Kayla’s not the typical sugar baby–she’s a plus sized African American girl who is totally ambivalent/doubtful about the whole Sugar Daddy/Baby thing. Kayla is a great heroine–when Michael propositions her, she says that she won’t consider a relationship without feelings. She is irritated when he pays her rent after only one date, when she hasn’t decided on whether she’ll actually have a relationship with him.

Michael is taken by Kayla’s bluntness. She’s not impressed by his wealth, nor is she trying to capitalize on it.

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I recently re-read the novella and was just as taken with it as I was the first time. The dialogue is snappy and the sex is hot as hell. One of the secondary characters, Kayla’s roommate Adler, is particularly great–her character also a has a major arc in the story. Weatherspoon  has great pacing–the evolution of the relationship feels natural, as do the changes in Kayla and Adler’s relationship, and the sex feels natural at the various scenes as opposed to shoehorned in (which I’ve seen all too often).

So Sweet is a great story, and my only complaint is that she left me wishing it were longer. I’m eager for the next novella in the series, and have purchased her FIT trilogy while I’m waiting for So Right.

You can learn more about Rebekah at her blog, see her full booklist, or follow her on Twitter (I’m a new follower, myself.)

I went into a condom store in Japan. Here’s what I found… (Wicked Wednesday)

I started to write this in September 2015, after we’d visited Tokyo, Japan, but as you guys know, 2015 sucked and I mostly retreated into myself/was dealing with my health issues. So when I saw that the prompt for Wicked Wednesday this week is condoms, I knew it was time to finish and publish this post.

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Yesterday we wandered around the Harajuku area of Tokyo, which was the one place I’ve been where my newly turquoise hair fit right in. That said, later that night, an elderly woman would turn the corner in a subway station, look at my blue hair, gasp and put her hands over her mouth, and shriek in horror at the sight of my blue hair. Bearers of crazy hair colors–your mileage may vary in Tokyo.

Toward the end of our day, we saw Condomania. I’ve checked out sex stores in London (England), Auckland (New Zealand), Singapore (Singapore), and throughout the US. Much like I enjoy checking out grocery stores as I travel to see the differences, I also like to see how sex toys and condoms are marketed differently in new places.

Here are some of my favorite things

condomania 6Condoms packaged with Haribo gummy bears for a post coital snack

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Ms. 7’s favorite stationary store sells erasers that look identical to these condoms.

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Super cute condoms with teddy bears on them

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I bought Mr. Delilah Night one of these. He says he *lost* it. Which is sad because it looked so fascinating, I wanted to know what it was like to use it.

Given that we live in a world where Donald Trump is very likely going to be a serious presidential candidate, I feel the need to caution readers not to jump to conclusions about Japanese sex toy stores–American sex toys stores are full of equally wacky and wonderful products. I cherry picked these examples from a wide range of products.

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