People are always concerned about whether working in a sex shop has made me jaded about sex. Whether it’s all ho-hum, boring now that all the deep dark secrets of sexuality have been laid bare at my feet.
What a ridiculous notion. I won’t go into it here, because yet again, Greta Christina has beat me to it, and in an elegant and brilliant way. Read it.
Nevertheless, it is fair to say that it takes a lot to surprise me. Customers are always concerned that their proclivities and needs are the weirdest thing I will ever come across… that is just untrue. It is a rare and special day when something makes me titter with surprise and glee.
That day, my friends, is today. Check out, if you will the chocolate cock hats on 
this site.
I’m a fan of the Viking helmet, myself.
I see several problems with this line of products, some logistical, some health-related, others may just be my own personal preference. But really. How is it enjoyable to sit around eating a candy bar off someone’s cock without actually getting to the cock? Suddenly sucking dick is like one of those old Tootsie Pop commercials?
Yowza. These things should come with a warning.
Anyone have any good segue lines to bring the chocolate hat into the bedroom?
