cassandria
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*laughing* Kana, the Ethan Allan kitchen table?? LOLOL I loved reading some of these, just hilarious :) I'm trying to imagine my petite, white-bunned little old Oma (grandmother), commenting on rope being too short to climb with - I just can't see it! But I have my own....and it's kinda 'different'... heehee When I lived in Kuwait, we had toys...and they had to be smuggled in. It's not like you can go to the local sex shop and get them. Certain 'feminine stores' could illegally order them in, but if you're caught...yikes. And in a region where reputation is *everything*, getting caught isn't your issue. You can buy your way out of that. It's your name...if anyone leaks it...that's the issue. Loss of job, etc. So, they were pretty precious, these toys. We went to go visit some of his family, just over the border...in Saudi Arabia. Alone. No children. Woot! Saudi has some serious border checks - it takes about an hour to get through them, men and women are segregated, there's even a mosque for prayertime, it takes so long to get through the checks.. Some of these guards were his relatives - cousins. So we sailed through just fine. The bags were in the car - kinsmen guards - life's good. We zoomed on through from Kuwait to Dammam,KSA where we caught a flight to Madinah (one of the two holy cities). This is during Ramadaan. The month where muslims fast during the day (read: no sex either...it's purification of the entire body, and mind). People are extra-careful of their speech, their manners, and often are extremely cranky around sundown, because they're hungry - but more, they're thirsty. So, we get our bags...and they're checking them. It's near sundown. I'm veiled from head to toe, as usual. Black mummy is me. Ex Husband/Master is looking pristine and cool in his whites, as is custom there. And I notice the guards opening *that* bag. I can't even tug on his sleeve, it'd be considered rude there - you don't touch each other in public, at ALL. EVER. I got in serious trouble for that within the first weeks of being there. I did it once, never again. So he's just chatting casually, fiddling with his cell phone....and I'm trying to breathe under my niqaab (faceveil) because I *know* the curiosity of these guys, and I can just ...imagine....oh lawd I think I felt faint LOL...hope Master/hubby can deal with this without transferring the blame to me - what are the odds?! And then the guy pulls out a purple vibrator. And starts playing with it. Looking at it, turning it around, trying to figure it out. Turns it ON. Bzzzzzzzzzzz. Niiiice. Did I mention I don't like other people's hands on my toys?? But I couldn't SAY anything! I can't speak in that arena...it would be ALL wrong..and besides, what would I say anyway!? Don't touch my vibrator, that goes in MY pussy, and the other one goes in MY ass, not yours, you pervert? yaaaa I can just see that conversation playing out... But at the same time I was completely MORTIFIED...I mean, those are so personal...aiiiieeeeeeee...gosh I was grateful to be veiled that day, I could just lower my eyes and basically become invisible..or hope....I'm sure my cheeks were as bright pink as the next vibe that he pulled out of the bag...Just let the floor open up and swallow me...please? Please? The odds are, the average male in Saudi...that he has *never* before seen anything like this, in his life. And he keeps on going. Puts it down, keeps pulling things out of the bag. I'm watching, horrified...and yet the humour, it's there too lololol..... And he pulls out the paddles. And a crop. My ex, his face..he's now seeing what's going on, as he heard the bzzzzzz of the vibe the one guard has turned on. And the guards are excitedly talking together, passing things around...and my ex....hasbiAllah LOL....he masked it quickly, his shock... then made a *HUGE* fuss about how they should NEVER go into a "woman's personal things, have you no RESPECT, people?!!! She's my Canadian wife, she has the latest in beauty technology - put that BACK, get your hands OFF my wife's things!!!!!!" An arab temper is a sight to behold...and he's not a small guy...and oh wow was he mad...and hollering...and threatening...and oh gosh guys just listen to him... The guards very, very quickly pushed everything back into the bag....by that time, they had everything out, so it took a minute...and EVERYONE around us was staring, I mean, the women were quickly lowering their gaze but the men...oh my...everyone staring. My shoulders were shaking, I was holding back the laughter by then...omgosh it was *that* funny. Freaky, but funny....I must have been blushing while holding back the laughter...I was sooo embarassed, but now that I look back on it, it was pretty amusing We walked out of the airport, and my Master/husband, once in the car....we went for a wee 'drive'.....he was laughing SOOOOOO hard...I was just about peeing....beauty products?? Omgosh I've heard of exploiting and all but canadian beauty products...?! I'm wiping my eyes, he's cracking up...he's like "well you *do* look stunning when your holes are filled, and you're begging and begging...* uh huh. And later on, we discovered one was missing. Guess someone wanted my "Canadian beauty technology" :P
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