Cock rings and silliness, a bubble bath to remember, and a failed future as a fashion designer

Beyond Non-Binary

Back when my SO and I were first dating, we took a wonderful trip to Europe.I can’t remember why, and indeed, had even forgotten about the incident, but was reminded of it yesterday.

For some reason I was curious about cock-rings.The missus and I had wandered into an adult novelty shop at my suggestion, and were perusing the assorted cock-rings for sale.I do vaguely recall that I was intrigued.

“How do you know how big?” I asked.

“Well, don’t want it too tight, and you don’t want it too loose,” the shop assistant said.The models we were looking at were just solid metal rings.

“What about that one?” I asked, pointing to one somewhere in the middle range of sizes.

“Oh no, you need a much bigger one than that,” my then GF, and future wife chimed in.

“You think?”

“Are you kidding?That one you chose is tiny.”The shopkeeper looked…

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