Fashion. Relationships. Still Life. Finally, some artistic photographs of nude women. ‘Are these your girlfriends?’ I asked. You told me, ‘No’...that you’d always used paid models until now. ‘Oh,’ I said. I didn’t know if that was good or bad, me being ‘not a paid model,’ but I didn’t say anything. What do you want me to do, I asked you. I was genuinely curious by now. Here is what you said. ‘I fall in love with eyes,’ you said. ‘I love your eyes, they’re so bright.’ you said. ‘So, beautiful.’. Joe has always been innovative when it comes to sex when we do have the time and is always trying to show me how much he loves me by sending me flowers, or leaving a note on my pillow before he goes to work. Not really getting much sex for the last few weeks I decide that I would try a little masturbation. I put on film and started to play with my nipples where I rolled them around till they became rock hard. Then I slipped my hand between my legs and started to rub my clit. I started moaning. That’s how we ended up at a sex shop looking for a toy.We both felt a little awkward – it was the first time either of us had been in a place like that – but we ignored the creepy stares from the cashier and made our way to the sex toy aisle. Dozens of choices stared us in the face and I was content to let him choose. I figured since the visit to the sex shop was his idea – one I was happy to go along with – that I’d let him pick the toy we went home with.We ended up with a purple vibrator. It. The rooms were large and sumptuously appointed. The décor was masculine. Colors were bright but "aristocratic" if there were such a thing. Chairs and sofas were dark leather, the paintings modern and the cabinets finished in bleached oak. A miasma of perfumes and alcoholic fumes clogged his nose. An underlying aroma of heated sex emanated from the bodies, male and female, trying to make connection in the room. The door to the outside patio stood open and cigarette stench drifted in,.