Tuesday, July 20, 2010

I Blush

While I was in Christchurch recently and wandering around the city consuming vast quantities of coffee, boys boy texted to say come and look around his place of employment as we were near by and it was pre the lunchtime rush. He works in a male sex club.

We quickly went for a guided tour. Naturally it was quite dark in many of the spaces so not a lot to see, but sufficient to satisfy curiosity. There were many video screens showing gay boy porn, and I realised I've seen so much boy on boy porn that my reaction was yawn yawn, oh my, another stiff dick and clean shaved butt hole, show me something interesting.

However, in the little maze of rooms were some cubicles that have "glory holes", though quite hard to see in the dark. Now that I am back home I find that each time I wander past a piece of furniture in my house I blush. It was my Mothers glory box. It's just Not Right!

7 comments:

nzm said...

Could be worse. Imagine if your mother's glory box had holes in it...

unPC lesbian said...

Oh wash your mouth NZM, I still can't get the image of "mothers glory box" out of my mind!

little drummer boy said...

Glory Box??. You may have to explain(or give subtle hints) to an unenlightened boy.

unPC lesbian said...

Glory Box...some women called it the "bottom drawer". It's where women/girls of I guess pre 60's generations would store linen, and towels, and other items in readiness for when theyh may get married.

Sorry, LDB, dreadfully dull I know.

Phil said...

It was also called a Hope Chest

(I wish for double D)

unPC lesbian said...

Why is marriage seen as hope?

Phil said...

I guess Despair Chest doesn't quite encourage nuptials - tho, nearer the truth!

 
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