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I think I've mentioned before that although I really only use a Hitachi, we have more than our fair share of toys. Today we consolidated all of them into the bedroom and now they're in two vintage suitcases, one wooden chest, three small dresser drawers and one small plastic box. Plus, the Liberator wedge that has been living under my shoes is a backrest right now. ;)

 

So, where are your toys?

 

Bonus points for telling us what they are. :kissface:

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Wow. Just wow. Our collection is just a drop in a bucket compared to the amount you have! Our toys are kept in a drawer under clothes I almost never wear. Dildos, G-spot stimulator, bed restraint system, blindfold, and one other restraining item but the name of it eludes me right now.

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I have an entire vanity and a vanity bench dedicated to toys. Several dildos of varying sizes, lengths, materials and angles... Blindfolds, restraints, Condoms, vibrating cock rings, floggers and whips. Then there's the sex swing and spanking bench in the basement...

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I am feeling really tame and maybe lame.

 

 

Don't. We don't use most of them, but what should we do? It's not like you can give them to goodwill :)

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Don't. We don't use most of them, but what should we do? It's not like you can give them to goodwill :)

 

I wonder if the clubs could have a use for them. And the homeless need sexual release, too!

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Don't. We don't use most of them, but what should we do? It's not like you can give them to goodwill :)

 

I once sold some in a yard sale.

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I once sold some in a yard sale.

 

Did they try to dicker over the price?

They always want to dicker over the price at yard sales.

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Perhaps the buyers wanted to test them out before buying. Or a personal demonstration of how to use them?

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So, where are your toys?
They stand waiting happily on the night stand. On one occasion, much to the amusement of daughter number two who came for a visit, we forgot to put them away into their occasional hiding place, my sock drawer.

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The one I use most often is on my night stand (glass dildo with a vibrator that can attach to it if I'm in the mood for it). The restraints that are normally always attached to the bed are also sitting there since I have yet to re-attach them since moving.

 

The whips and floggers are hanging on the wall next to the bed.

 

The rest of the dildos, vibrators, cock rings, restraints, etc. are in a box waiting to be moved into the trunk that we normally keep them in. I need to make some additional inserts for the trunk to keep things a bit more organized than they have been in the past.

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It's not like you can give them to goodwill :)

 

 

Dave says donate to "Toys for twats".

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Ours live in our nightstand as well. Glass dildos, a Hitachi which I really don't like, several colored dildos of differing lengths and thicknesses, male toys of differing shapes and sizes.

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What don't you like about the Hitachi? I have used one a time or two and find it to be too intense - curious about your experience.

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What don't you like about the Hitachi? I have used one a time or two and find it to be too intense - curious about your experience.

 

exactly... It's too intense and too broad. It covers too much area and not directed at the one little area I want. Just not a favorite toy. That's one I wouldn't miss if it broke.

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After her husband and child, I think her Hitachi is the next most precious thing in Mrs cplnuswing's life :) We've for the most part quit getting other toys since they get tried out then laid aside in favor of ole' dependable. Different strokes for different folks though, that's what makes it great.

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We've been keeping our toys in a drawer of a night stand, but they no longer fit in there. We've also got a cat suit for her and other things.

 

Since we have young children I don't want them to find our rope and other sex toys. I am thinking of trying to find something that locks up but I'd love to here your ideas.

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As empty nesters, there's toys everywhere at times, LOL. Some in the bedroom, some in our playroom, but there's times they are on the kitchen counter or in the dish rack. Sorry I don't have useful suggestions for where to keep yours away from young eyes.

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We have a three drawer night stand, they go in there. Slut clothes in the back corner of the closet. But, funny you should ask. We recently helped moved his parents into assisted living and are working weekends to get their house ready to sell, spending the night 2 or 3 times a week. The basement is like a cellar. Hubby took be down the other night and had hung ropes and pulley's with loops to we could do bondage. The vibrators, dildos and other toys were all line up table cloth spread across a work bench. I got excited just looking at it all. Can't wait for bondage night.

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We keep ours sorta but not really hidden in the bedroom closet, and sometimes she just leaves her Hitachi under the bed but just enough to be out of site. Hitachi quick draw you could say :)

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We had the same problem. Not too bad when kids were smaller but as they got older we started hearing stories of kids finding and asking what is this? Or worse bringing them out with guests and asking what is this? So we did the small suitcase thing. We have a small bag, somewhere between a large toiletries bag and a small duffle. It has 2 metal zippers so that you can open from either side but have a small luggage padlock on to keep them closed and locked. We keep in under the bed just within reach and the key inside a book in the night table. Convenient, secure, and a storage solution that was well under $20.

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Interesting thread. A couple of thoughts.

 

With young children, the risks are hurting themselves with small, sharp and or otherwise dangerous objects. Yes, they might find a toy and pull it out in front of company at some inopportune moment. But that's a matter of comfort/embarrassment and not danger. With young kids, the parental responsibility is to keep the kids safe where and when they cannot recognize danger themselves.

 

As kids grow up, curiosity about sexual roles and identities sets in. With the wide-open internet, trust us that kids will learn about sex toys (and a lot of other sex matters) before you think they are ready. Also trust us that you cannot hide anything in your home that will not be found eventually by your kids. So the key question is how you--as parents--will manage the idea of private time and private things (such as toys) as they grow up. Never forget that you two are your kids' strongest role models.

 

Our approach was slightly unconventional. We put the toys away, but never made an attempt to lock them up. We locked the door during our private time, but never pretended that we didn't want/need/enjoy our private time. Our child fairly quickly caught on that private time was about sex, and not long after that, that some our 'stuff' was about sex. But here's the key: she also caught on that mom and dad were really easy to get along with, smiles and all lovey-dovey and relaxed after that private time. She filled in the blanks pretty quickly. She is now nearing thirty years of age and continues to remark that among her circle of friends we are the only parents who are (a) still married, much less (b) having sex, much less © still having so much fun she has to close her door during our playtime. She smiles a lot when she says this.

 

Up to you to decide what you want to conceal, and how hard you want to work to conceal it. Just remember that in the end, kids take their behavioral cues from you.

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We have a gray Rubbermaid tote in the bottom of the closet. It is not lockable even though we have curious kids. We used to keep them in the night stand but ran out of room. :)

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I also keep some toys in my night stand drawer, like my magic wand and rabbit, for easy access. Other toys are in a box in the closet.

 

I have a few times left some toys unintentionally in the dish rack after washing them when guests/relatives show up.

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