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I’m always leery about packing good toys in luggage if I have to fly. It’s one thing to take a road trip with a suitcase packed with vibrators, lingerie, and floggers, but quite another to take that suitcase to the airport.

It’s a tough decision to put the toys in checked luggage or carry-on. Checked is usually fine for lingerie, blindfolds, floggers, and the like, but I always worry that either TSA is going to go digging through my bag to see what that 5 pound metal object is, or the bag will be opened and my expensive vibrator will “go missing.” The other problem is that many of my toys have rechargeable batteries, which aren’t supposed to be in checked baggage.

Taking a carry-on through security can be interesting, and it really depends on the airport. Going through screening in a big city’s airport, I’ve seen a few raised eyebrows, and I’ve wondered just how big does that oversized silicone dildo look in the suitcase? I’ve always either travel-locked the vibrators or made sure they’re not charged, and I’ve never had an agent pull one out for closer inspection there.

Small airports, on the other hand, can be a bit disastrous. I hadn’t flown out of one in quite a while, but the last time I went to Las Vegas I decided it made more sense to take the jump plane – it’s cheaper than driving, and a lot faster as well. While waiting in line to go through security, I noticed first that they were randomly opening large bags and rifling through them with gloves on. Then I noticed that they were opening every other carry-on bag. Apparently, just running it through the scanner wasn’t enough – maybe because we were going to Vegas? I had a 50/50 chance, and I knew mine was going to be opened. And it was.

The worst part about the agents opening the carry-on bags wasn’t that they were opening them, but that everyone in line could see what was in them. I was hoping my vibrators weren’t going to be waved about for public display, and they weren’t, exactly…but you could certainly see from the line exactly what was going to be buzzing for me later on that day. I didn’t get questioned about any of them, and I would have been fine if I had – I realized a long time ago that if I was going to be too embarrassed to explain what I was taking with me, I probably shouldn’t be taking it. Why yes, officer, that green tentacle really is a sex toy – let me show you how it vibrates and rotates…

Will I be taking toys the next time I fly? Of course. In my carry-on, no matter what happens.

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Twenty-one times I’ve seen your face
Felt its warm and kind embrace
And wanted you for my own.

To stare into your soulful eyes
It doesn’t come as a surprise
My love for you has grown.

Twenty-one times I’ve longed for you
For you to touch me as you do
And take me as your own.

From in my head down through my toes
From in my heart and to my nose
Longing like I’ve never known.

Twenty-one times I’ve felt your touch
My skin on fire, almost too much
The way you make me feel.

From kisses down my neck and throat
To places even more remote
The feeling is surreal.

Twenty-one times I’ve cum for you
While making love I know how to
Take you, make you mine.

The fire that burns within our souls
It doesn’t ebb but crests and rolls
And it’s a powerful sign.

Twenty-one times I’ve cried your name
I’ve heard you often do the same
Our voices joining in the dark.

Where one begins the other ends
It never breaks but sways and bends
And you have left your mark.

Twenty-one times you’ve made me cry
I’ve dreaded that you’ll say goodbye
And leave me sad and lonely.

I won’t go through this life alone
You are the brightest light I’ve known
You are my one and only.

Twenty-one times my love for you
Has known no bounds and yes, it’s true
I love you now and forever.

Our souls are joined within the void,
And love like this can’t be destroyed
Nor will it ever sever.

 

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You are out of my life,
forever I think,
although not out of my head.

I think about you sometimes
and what we had
and lost.

A chance encounter after all these years
and I weaken,
follow you home.

You kiss my lips,
and my mind recoils at your touch
But my flesh hot and desiring of your fingers tracing the goosebumps on my skin.

You know how to touch me
To move me
To make me wet and wanting you.

I raise my leg, resting it on the chair
and your fingers circle my clit before
sliding quickly into me.

Your lips on my nipples
make me gasp
and take leave of my senses.

You throw me to the bed and drive hard into me,
my hips thrusting back at you
as I bite my lip.

Your tongue licks away the spot of blood
and you make me cum
screaming your name.

I collapse in your arms, and
when your breathing slows and you are asleep
I slide carefully from your embrace
and dress and leave.

I look at you one last time,
wishing I could stay
but knowing I must go.

We aren’t good for each other.

 

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For you I’d run a marathon
No distance too long
Or too hard.

Even as my breath grew ragged
I’d run
Pushing my muscles to the limit.

So tired, but I can’t stop
Until I reach the end
and collapse in your waiting arms.

 

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