This weekend I'm taking a solitary mini-vacation in order to recharge my batteries. As I was hurriedly packing this morning, I ran across my toy chest. I stood staring at my toy chest for several minutes trying to decide if I was going to take one of my toys with me. You see, after several stressful months, my wounded libido was finally on the mend and ready to play again.

Why not bring one of my toys with me?, I thought to myself.


Ultimately, I couldn't do it. I wasn't strong enough to face the looks of the TSA agents as the outline of my 9 inch purple penis with various vibration functions rolled through the xray machine. I had graduated from purchasing my instruments of pleasure online to purchasing them from an adult toy store but I wasn't confidant enough to publicly acknowledge my sexual needs.


I have to admit I'm disappointed in myself. I shouldn't be embarrassed to have needs and desires. Instead, I should have packed my purple penis and responded to any curious looks with a wink and a smile.


Sqweel!