Don't let the Blue Moon get you down...

Tickle and tease those blues away with a Lelo Pico Teasers. Preorder yours now! Founded in 2003, the Swedish company has quickly become the leader in the industry due to their attention to look, feel and function. If you buy a Lelo, you buy quality.

A feather tickler is a must-have for every woman's (or man's) secret drawer. Foreplay is taken to a whole new level with the sensual tickling it provides. And if someone has a French Maid fetish? Well, every good (and naughty) French Maid needs to carry a feather duster. (Sidenote: If you leave the Teaser out where the kiddos can find it, it's a little easier to explain away than certain other items. His little-little  ones once walked in as I was unpacking a shipment for our brick-and-mortar store and I quickly distracted them with small teasers and a hastily devised game called Tickle Feathers. Do I think I am going to Hell in a Kate Spade handbag for that one? Definitely but it could have been much, much worse.)


We hope you stocked your own secret drawer with lots of goodies for this wonderfully long weekend! Happy Labor Day!

More than just a pushin' cushion!

Among my many, many *must haves* that live in my very own secret drawer, the inflatable lover's pillow is one of my favorites.

Why, you ask? Let me count the ways:

1) It's heart-shaped, and I love hearts and flowers. Yes, I'm a romantic.

2) It's inflatable. Things that inflate also deflate, making it very compact and discreet. 

3) It's adjustable. Unlike some of the other love pillows that are foam based, this is the one you control. Make it as firm (wink wink) or as squishy as you want. Sometimes just raising yourself an inch or two makes the difference between good sex and toe-curling ecstasy. 

4) It's inflatable (again). It's easy to pack for weekend romp.

 And now I've discovered a new use for it...

5) It cradles broken bones.

Yes, sadly a recent outdoor adventure resulted in a trip to the ER and surgery to put my arm bones together. Pain, prescriptions and pins have been the hot topics at home lately. Not exactly the sultry summer nights I envisioned, no?

However, as one of my favorite bloggers once described it, we decided to reconvene the procedure. Now granted, circumstances are different from the one in the blog post linked, or as I screamed in one memorable moment of frustration, "It's my arm not my hoo-hoo that's broken!".

Seriously, though? Breaking a bone as an adult is not as easy as it seemed when we were children. I remember actually being envious of classmates with their awesome casts and crutches and the special attention paid to them. As as adult-oh holy cow on a cracker-it's yet another reminder that we are mortal and the opposite of invincible (vincible? Is that a word?). And painful. And itchy...oh, the itching. (Sidenote: chopsticks are wonderful arm scratchers)

Anywhoodlies, He turned out to have a surprisingly weird sense of morals when it came to getting down & dirty while I'm in a cast. And believe me, during the first couple of weeks, I appreciated that. It was all I could do to fasten my bra some mornings. I've adjusted, though, and finally have a handle (bwahahaha) on the minor details of day-to-day life. So it only seemed natural that the major details needed to be restored.

Let the nekkid rumpus begin!
Except...
Ouch!
No, that's not comfortable either.
Don't even try that way.

Getting my arm situated was a little more complicated than I thought it would be. Pillows unfolded or slid away. The slightest jostling of the arm sent white hot bolts of lightning coursing through my body...and not the good kind. Finally, in a moment of startling ingenuity, he pulled the Lover's Pillow from the drawer and blew it halfway up.
Pause for a moment and picture this scene. You can artistically drape us in sheets if you prefer to keep it PG-13.
But really, a nekkid man kneeling on a bed, blowing up a heart-shaped pillow?
That is funny stuff!

Positioning accomplished, we were able to finally finish what we started. And you know what?
A good time was had by all. 

50 Shades of, well, you know...

So, it's the novel that has reinvigorated the Sexual Revolution. Billed as "Mommy Porn", it's one of the best-selling novels of the year. This "coming" of age story (sorry-couldn't resist the pun) of a naive college student, an experienced older man and a pair of ben-wa balls is a must-have for every woman.

Or so they say. 

I tried. I really tried to read it, but ohmygoodgiddygawd, it was awful. I totally get it. It began as a Twilight fanfic and I had no problem substituting Bella and Edward for Anastasia and Christian. Truthfully I was really hoping that Christian was going to be a vampire. That would have been hawt. 

My long-held opinion is that while your kink may not be my kink, our kinks are still okay(as long as they are legal and no one is getting hurt, etc). Truthfully, handcuffs make me uncomfortable, but a silky restraint is a total turn on. I like things that are sensual. A Red Room of Pain would probably not be my idea of a good time, but, then again, you'll never know until you try something....

So make this your Summer of Kink. Try something new. You don't have to start with whips and chains if you're not ready...start with the yummiest candle you can find and enjoy a soy massage. Spice things up, one step at a time!

The 25 Most Disturbing Toys

Funny stuff.

Let's Talk about Sex, Baby

Let's talk about you and me.
Let's talk about all the good things
and the bad things that may be.

I think Salt 'n' Pepa had it right. People do misunderstand sex, especially down here in the South. Nice girls are brought up to think it's "dirty"; boys are brought up to "sow their wild oats" and then marry a nice girl. It's a double standard that has caused years of emotional angst and a fortune in therapy bills for many, many people.

During the time we spent behind the counters at our 'adult novelty and lingerie' stores, the one thing I noticed over and over again was that our customers needed a little reassurance that their interest in sex wasn't 'weird'. Whether it was the 50-something housewife who wanted to spice things up, the group of swingers buying gallon bottles of WET, or the 80-year old man who was finally embracing his true sexuality, *everyone* was afraid of being judged at the cash register. Except the college crowd. Kids today...

To paraphrase "Sex in the South: Unbuckling the Bible Belt" author Suzi Parker, your kink may not be my kink but they're both okay. **As long as everyone participating is of legal age, human, breathing, willing, and no one is being hurt**

Although we've left Ye Olde Sex Shoppes (not the stores' real name) behind, we still have a healthy interest in things carnal. As should you and you and you, Dear Readers. So, spice up your love life on these sultry summer nights! Whether you want to shop for erotic toys from the comfort and privacy of home or while you're on the go, That Secret Drawer's online store has it all. Unlike most brick-and-mortar stores, we're open all day, every day. Whether male or female, straight or gay, looking for intimacy enhancers or just plain fun, That Secret Drawer has the adult toys and movies you're looking for. Why settle for one name brand when you can choose from them all?

That Secret Drawer...because every woman has one.

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