This is possibly the most embarrassing of my work so far. Actually, I should not in truth feel any embarrassment at all. We are two consenting adults. Each of us takes what we want or perhaps on my side at least, need from our relationship.
I am not entirely certain where my liking for adult sex toys sprang from. I think it was not long after I was married. That alone speaks many thousands of words about that disastrous period of my life. But, that, as they say is a whole different story.
Following my divorce, I moved out here to AndalucΓa, Spain. During my university years I spent an academic year here studying and after traveling around this amazing country. I had also had many happy holidays here too. Some of you will I know of my hot Spanish holiday. I was bold enough a few years ago to buy a very small house up in the Montes de Malaga. It is a charming area with very few towns but fantastic countryside.
So it seemed perfectly natural for me to move here after my divorce. I had studied Spanish at university and was fairly fluent in the language if not the local dialects. Having a good command of the language gave me many in roads to local community life. In addition to which I became very useful to the ex pat British community also. I will not attempt to recount the more steamy side of those early days here. But you will find it listed here on this site were you inclined to investigate further.
I am perfectly happy living alone. I seriously am not looking for a long term partner let alone a new husband. Making this known to my friends in the ex pat community only gave me blank, or completely unintelligible stares. I am happy in my own company. Mostly.
I say mostly because as I am certain that any of you are aware, we do have certain needs. Certain....... bedroom needs. I am not talking about curtains and bed linen, as you well understand. I will freely admit that I needed much more sexual satisfaction than I was getting. The main problem being that most of the ex pat males I knew were married. Unfortunately for me happily married, or so it seemed at first sight. But that also is another story.
One day whilst shopping in the fine city of Malaga I strayed just slightly from my usual shopping route. I found myself in a delightful little square with benches and a small children's play area. I sat on a bench for a while enjoying the hustle and bustle of city life. I walked away, out of the square and along a pedestrian street. As I walked I noticed a shop that for obvious reasons was unlike the other shops that sold clothes and an amazing amount of jewellery. It was a shop that sold sex toys. I walked past it smirking to myself, and wondering how such a business survived. But as I walked along I thought why not? It is simply a shop selling a bit of sparkle, a bit of sexy fun. Just what an ailing relationship might need.
Before I had walked very much further it occurred to me that apart from my own fingers, nothing had pleasured me in a sexual manner for quite some time. In fact quite a lot of time! I turned around and went back to walk past the shop, just to see if it was open, and there was no one else in there.
Having turned around yet again and was walking towards the shop I had the chance to stop at the next door shop to look at a huge amount of hair ornamentation. Not my thing. But I had the chance to think, even if only for a few seconds. That was it! I walked purposefully to the door and walked into the shop.
OK, I will admit my pulse was racing a little. But I realised that this shop must have been designed with the female customer in mind. Every item was on clear display, with a card giving a brief if business-like resume of the item described. The rather attractive man behind the counter had greeted me with nothing more than a half smile and a nod of the head. As I perused the displays I realised that actually, some mechanical stimulation would not only be fun, it might help with that very annoying